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POCKET COMPANION,

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VISITOR'S GUIDE,

THROUGH

MOUNT AUBURN

ILLUSTRATED WITH UPWARDS OF

SIXTY ENGRAVINGS ON WOOD,

Yes, lightly, softly, move !
There is a power, a presence, in the woods ;
A viewless being, that, with life and love,
Informs these reverential solitudes.

BOSTON:
OTIS, BROADERS AND COMPANY.

MDCQQXJiXIX.

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Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1839;

By Otis, Broaders & Co.

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.

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Henry L. Devereux, Printer,
4 Water Street Boston.

HISTORY OF MOUNT AUBURN.

The celebrity attained by Mount Auburn, pronounced
by Em-opean travellers the most beautiful Cemetery
in existence, and which, perhaps, without assuming too
much, may be called the Phe la Chaise of America, — the
extraordinaiy natural loveliness of the spot, — the admi-
rable character of the establishment which is there
maintained, — the fact that this was the first conspicuous
example of the kind in our country, — these, with many
others we might mention, are considerations strongly
in favor of putting on record a more accurate and
complete history of its origin and progress than has yet
been given to the public. Nor need we suppose that
such an account will concern only the numerous class
of individuals, chiefly belonging to our own vicinity,
whose interest in this Cemetery is yet of the deepest
and most delicate character, — that which kindred feel
in the dust and monuments of kindi*ed, and in the
ground, whatever and wherever it may be, in whose
bosom they expect their own remains may repose, when
the great debt of nature shall be paid.

4 HISTORY OF

A feeling of less immediate and intimate application
than this, but of the same kind, has evidently been for
some years increasing and extending throughout the
American community. In no small degree it is proba-
bly a result of the formation of the establishment at
Mount Auburn itself Something more and better than
the mere love of novelty, or the ordinary admiration of
w^hat is admirable, is certainly at its foundation. It
shows itself in w^orks that speak louder than any lan-
guage. Our Cemetery has become, within the few
years of its existence, a model for all similar institutions
in the United States, and more of these have been
founded within the last half dozen years, than during
the whole two centuries that preceded them. At this
moment, associations in several of our principal cities
and towns are engaged in such undertakings. It is
well known that applications are continually made from
these parties, for information relating to Mount Auburn.
The multitudes of foreigners and other strangers, who
frequent the northern metropolis during the travelling
season, experience the same want. For them there is
no resort of recreation (using that word in its just phi-
losophical sense) in Boston or its vicinity, equally
satisfactory with this " pleasant though mournful" spot.
Nothing more perhaps is needed to complete their
enjoyment of it, than a better knowledge than can at
present be easily obtained, of the causes and sources
to which they are indebted for the pleasure it gives
them, of the principles upon which the establishment
is conducted, and of the means by which its yet unri-
valled perfections may be emulated in every section of
the land.

MOUNT AUBURN. 5

In drawing up this account, which we propose to
render as practically useful as may be, we have sought
to fortify our authenticity by references to original and
official documents, for the introduction of which we
are confident the reader will require of us no apology
beyond what is implied in this explanation. The sub-
ject is not of a character to excite the meditative mind
for the moment to a mood of matter-of-fact enquiiy,
but it is certain, on the other hand, that a sentimental
histoiy — if such a thing might be — is not what is
wantec^

The considerations of a general nature which first
led tO the adoption of measures for the foundation of
the establishment at Mount Auburn, are such as are
already familiar, we must presume, to such of our readers
as have reflected on the subject at all. In the address
delivered at its consecration by Mr. Justice Stoiy, they
are expressed with equal force and beauty ; as also in
the Reports of Committees of the Massachusetts Horti-
cultural Society, published in 1831, and written by some
of our most distinguished citizens. These papers will be
incorporated in this history, or added to it, in due course ;
meanwhile it is proper to remark that not only senti-
ments and reflections similar to those which these
publications express had long been entertained by many
members of this community, but certain incipient steps
towards the putting of such designs in execution had
been taken, some years, at least, prior to the actual
result now well known to the public.

The earliest meeting on the subject of the Cemetery,
so far as we have been able to ascertain, was held in
November, 1825, at the house and by the instance of

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our respected fellow-citizen, Dr. Jacob Bigelow, on
which occasion were present with himself Messrs. John
Lowell, George Bond, William Sturgis, Thomas W.
Ward, Samuel P. Gardiner, John Tappan and Nathan
Hale. The design of a Cemetery somewhere in the
vicinity of the city met with unanimous approval, and
Messrs. Bond and Tappan were appointed a Com-
mittee to make enquiries, and report a suitable piece of
ground for the purpose. The Committee were unsuc-
cessful in their enquiries, and never reported, nor was
the subject ever actively revived in any way by these
immediate parties.

The next movement was in 1830, when Dr. Bigelow,
having obtained from George W. Brimmer, Esq., the
offer of " Sweet Auburn," for a Public Cemetery, at the
price of six thousand dollars, communicated the fact to
the officers of the Massachusetts Horticultural Society,
and engaged their co-operation as private individuals in
a great effijrt to accomplish the object in view. A meet-
ing of members of that Society was held on the twenty-
third of November, by invitation of Messrs. Bigelow
and John C. Gray, to discuss the plan of a Cemetery
to be connected with an "Experimental Garden" of
the Society. A Committee of the Society was now
appointed, consisting of Messrs. H. A. S. Dearborn,
Jacob Bigelow, Edward Everett, G. Bond, J. C. Gray,
Abbott Lawrence, and George W. Brimmer. These
gentlemen called a more general meeting on the
eighth of June, 1831, " to consider the details of a plan
now about to be carried into execution," &c. On this
occasion the attendance was large. Mr. Justice Story
took the chair, and the Hon. E. Everett acted as Secre-

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tary. Great interest and entire unanimity were express-
ed in regard to the design of the meeting. It was now
voted to purchase Sweet Auburn, provided one hundred
subscribers could be obtained, at sixty dollars each;
also to appoint a Committee of twenty to report on a
general plan of proceedings proper to be adopted
towards effecting the objects of the meeting ; and the fol-
lowing gentlemen were chosen : — Messrs. Joseph Story,
Daniel Webster, H. A. S. Dearborn, Charles Lowell,
Samuel Appleton, Jacob Bigelow, Edward Everett,
George W. Brimmer, George Bond, A. H. Everett,
Abbott Lawrence, James T. Austin, Franklin Dexter,
Joseph P. Bradlee, Charles Tappan, Charles P. Curtis,
Zebedee Cook, Jr., John Pierpont, L. M. Sargent and
George W. Pratt, Esquires.

An elaborate Report, on the general objects of the
meeting, was on this occasion offered by the previously
appointed Committee.*

Another meeting was held on the 11th of June, at
which the Committee of twenty reported —

1. That it is expedient to purchase, for a Garden and
Cemetery, a tract of land, commonly known by the
name of Sweet Auburn, near the road leading from
Cambridge to Watertown, containing about seventy-
two acres, for the sum of six thousand dollars : provided
this sum can be raised in the manner proposed in the
second article of this report.

2. That a subscription be opened for lots of ground
in the said tract, containing not less than two hundred
square feet each, at the price of sixty dollars for each

* See Appendix to this History, No. I.

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lot, the subscription not to be binding until one hundred
lots are subscribed for.

3. That when a hundred or more lots are taken, the
right of choice shall be disposed of at an auction, of
which seasonable notice shall be given to the sub-
scribers.

4. That those subscribers, who do not offer a pre-
mium for the right of choosing, shall have their lots
assigned to them by lot.

5. That the fee of the land shall be vested in the
Massachusetts Horticultural Society, but that the use of
the lots, agreeably to an Act of the Legislature, respect-
ing the same, shall be secured to the subscribers, their
heirs and assigns, forever.

6. That the land devoted to the purpose of a Ceme-
tery shall contain not less than forty acres.

7. That eveiy subscriber, upon paying for his lot,
shall become a member, for life, of the Massachusetts
Horticultural Society, without being subject to assess-
ments.

8. That a Garden and Cemetery Committee of nine
persons shall be chosen annually, first by the subscribers,
and afterwards by the Horticultural Society, whose duty
it shall be to cause the necessary surveys and allotments
to be made, to assign a suitable tract of land for the
Garden of the Society, and to direct all matters apper-
taining to the regulation of the Garden and Cemetery ;
five at least of this Committee shall be persons having
rights in the Cemetery.

9. That the establishment, including the Garden and
Cemetery, be called by a definite name, to be supplied
by the Committee.

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The Society on this occasion Resolved, "That the
Report of the Committee on an Experimental Garden
and Rural Cemetery be accepted, and that said Com-
mittee be authorized to proceed in the establishment of
a Garden and Cemetery, in conformity to the Report
which has this day been made and accepted."

The following article, which appeared about this time
in the Daily Advertiser, (attributed to the pen of the
distinguished gentleman who acted as secretary of
some of the meetings above referred to) conveys so
complete an idea of the reasoning and spirit that
animated the movements now described, in which this
establishment had its beginning, that, although not an
official document strictly, it may be considered indis-
pensable to a satisfactory account of these proceedings,
and we therefore, as well as for the sake of the style of
the paper itself, insert it entire :

" The spot, which has been selected for this establish-
ment, has not been chosen without great deliberation,
and a reference to every other place in the vicinity of
Boston, which has been named for the same purpose.
In fact, the difficulty of finding a proper place has been
for several years the chief obstacle to the execution of
this project. The spot chosen is as near Boston as is
consistent with perfect secm-ity from the approach of
those establishments, usually found in the neighborhood
of a large town, but not in harmony with the character
of a place of burial. It stands near a fine sweep in
Charles River. It presents every variety of surface,
rising in one part into a beautiful elevation, level in
others, with intermediate depressions, and a considera-
ble part of the whole covered with the natural growth

10 HISTORY OF

of wood. In fact, the place has long been noted for its
rural beauty, its romantic seclusion and its fine pros-
pect ; and it is confidently believed, that there is not
another to be named, possessing the same union of
advantages.

It is proposed to set apart a considerable portion of
this delightful spot, for the purpose of a burial place.
Little vv^ill be required from the hand of ait to fit it for
that purpose. Nature has already done almost all that
is required. Scarcely any thing is needed but a suitable
enclosure ; and such walks as will give access to the
diflferent parts of the enclosed space, and exhibit its
featm-es to the greatest advantage. It is proposed, (as
it appears fi'om the report above cited) to divide the
parts of the tract, best adapted to that purpose, into
lots, containing two hundred or more square feet, to be
used by individuals becoming proprietors of them, for
the purposes of burial. It will be at the option of those
interested to build tombs of the usual construction on
these lots, or to make graves in them, when occasion
may require ; identifying the lot by a single monument,
or the graves by separate stones, or leaving the whole
without any other ornament, than the green turf and
the overshadowing trees.

By the act of the Legislature, authorizing the Horti-
cultural Society to establish this Cemetery, it is placed
under the protection of the Laws, and consecrated to
the perpetual occupancy of the dead. Being connected
with the adjacent experimental garden, it will be under
the constant inspection of the Society's Gardener;
and thus possess advantages, in reference to the care
and neatness with which it will be kept, not usually

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found in places of burial. A formal act of dedication
with religious solemnities, will impart to it a character
of sanctity ; and consecrate it to the sacred purposes
for which it is destined.

It is a matter of obvious consideration, that with the
rapid increase of the City of Boston, many years can-
not elapse, before the deposit of the dead within its
limits must cease. It is already attended with consid-
erable difficulty and is open to serious objection. The
establishment now contemplated presents an opportu-
nity for all, who wish to enjoy it, of providing a place
of burial for those, for whom it is their duty to make
such provision. The space is ample, affording room
for as large a number of lots as may be required, for a
considerable length of time ; and the price at which
they are now to be purchased, it is believed, is consid-
erably less than that of tombs, in the usual places of
their construction.

Although no one, whose feelings and principles are
sound, can regard without tenderness and delicacy the
question, where he will deposit the remains of those,
whom it is his duty to follow to their last home, yet it
may be feared, that too little thought has been had for
the decent aspect of our places of sepulture or their
highest adaptation to their great object. Our burial
places are in the cities crowded till they are full, nor,
in general, does any other object, either in town or
country, appear to have been had in view in them,
than that of confining the remains of the departed to
the smallest portion of earth that will hide them.
Trees, whose inexpressible beauty has been provided
by the hand of the Creator, as the great ornament of

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the earth, have rarely been planted about our grave
yards; the enclosures are generally inadequate and
neglected, the graves indecently crowded together, and
often, after a few^ years, disturbed ; and the vv^hole
appearance as little calculated as possible to invite the
visits of the seriously disposed, to tranquilize the
feelings of sui-viving friends, and to gratify that dispo-
sition w^hich would lead us to pay respect to their ashes.

Nor has it hitherto been in the power even of those,
who might be able and willing to do it, to remedy these
evils, as far as they are themselves concerned. Great
objections exist to a place of sepulture in a private
field ; particularly this, that in a few years, it is likely
to pass into the hands of those who will take no
interest in presei'viiig its sacred deposit from the plough.
The mother of Washington lies buried in a field, the
property of a person not related to her family, and in a
spot which cannot now be identified. In the public
grave yard it is not always in the power of an indi-
vidual, to appropriate to a single place of burial, space
enough for the purposes of decent and respectful orna-
ment.

The proposed establishment seems to furnish every
facility for gratifying the desire, which must rank among
the purest and strongest of the human heart ; and
which would have been much more frequently indi-
cated, but for the veiy serious, and sometimes insuper-
able obstacles of which we have spoken. Here it will
be in the power of eveiy one, who may wish it, at an
expense considerably less than that of a common tomb
or a vault beneath a church, to deposit the mortal
remains of his fi-iends ; and to provide a place of burial

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for himself,— which while living he may contemplate
without dread or disgust ; one which is secure from the
danger of being encroached upon as in the grave yards
of the city ; secluded from every species of uncon-
genial intrusion ; surrounded with every thing that can
fill the heart with tender and respectful emotions: —
beneath the shade of a venerable tree, on the slope of
the verdant lawn, and within the seclusion of the
forest ; — removed from all the discordant scenes of life.
Such were the places of burial of the ancient nations.
In a spot like this, were laid the remains of the
patriarchs of Israel. In the neighborhood of their
great cities the ancient Egyptians established extensive
cities of the dead ; and the Greeks and Romans erected
the monuments of the departed by the road side ; on
the approach to their cities, or in pleasant groves in
their suburbs. A part of the Grove of Academus, near
Athens, famous for the school of Plato, was appro-
priated to the sepulchres of their men of renown ; and
it was the saying of Themistocles, that the monuments
he beheld there, would not permit him to sleep. The
Appian Way was lined with the monuments of the
heroes and sages of Rome. In modern times, the
Turkish people are eminent for that respectful care of
the places of sepulture, which forms an interesting trait
of the oriental character. At the head and foot of each
grave, a cypress tree is planted, so that the grave yari
becomes in a few years, a deep and shady grove. These
sacred precincts are never violated ; they form the most
beautiful suburbs to the cities, and not unfrequently
when the city of the living has been swept away by the
political vicissitudes, frequent under that government,

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the Grove of Cypress remains, — spreading its sacred
shelter over the city of the dead.

In the City of Boston, the inconveniences of the
present modes of burial are severely felt, and it is as a
becoming appendage, an interesting ornament of the
tow^n, that this Cemetery should be regarded. When it
shall be laid out, with suitable w^alks and the appropriate
spots shall begin to be adorned with the various memo-
rials, which affection and respect may erect to the
departed, what object in or near Boston will be equally
attractive ? What would sooner arrest the attention of
the stranger ; whither would a man of reflection and
serious temper sooner direct his steps ? Had such a
Cemetery, with prophetic forethought of posterity, been
laid out in the first settlement of the country, and all
oiu- venerated dead, — ^the eminent in church and state —
been deposited side by side, with plain but enduring
monuments, it would possess already an interest of the
most elevated and affecting character. Such a place of
deposit is Phe la Chaise near Paris, which has already
become a spot of the greatest interest and attraction,
furnishing the model to similar establishments in various
parts of Europe, and well deserving to be had in view,
in that which is in contemplation here.

The vicinity of our venerable University suggests an
interesting train of associations, connected with this
spot. It has ever been the favorite resort of the students.
There are hundreds now living, who have passed some
of the happiest hours of the happiest period of their
lives, beneath the shade of the trees in this secluded
forest. It will become the place of burial for the Uni-
versity. Here will the dust of the young men, who

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may be cut off before their academic course is run, be
laid by their classmates. Here will be deposited those
who may die in the offices of instruction and govern-
ment. Nor is it impossible, that the several class asso-
ciations, which form a beautiful feature of our college
life, may each appropriate to themselves a lot, where
such of their brethren as may desire it, may be brought
back to be deposited in the soil of the spot where they
passed their early years.

The establishment contemplated will afford the means
of paying a tribute of respect, by a monumental erec-
tion, to the names and memory of great and good men,
whenever or wherever they have died. Its summit
may be consecrated to Washington, by a Cenotaph
inscribed with his name. Public sentiment will often
delight in these tributes of respect, and the place may
gradually become the honorary mausoleum for the
distinguished sons of Massachusetts.

This design, though but recently made public, has
been long in contemplation; and, as is believed, has
been favored with unusual approbation. It has drawn
forth much unsolicited and earnest concurrence. It
has touched a chord of sympathy, which vibrates in
every heart. Let us take an affectionate and pious care
of our dead ; — let us turn to some good account, in
softening and humanizing the public feeling, that senti-
ment of tenderness toward the departed, which is
natural and ineradicable in man. Let us employ some
of the superfluous wealth now often expended in luxury
worse than useless, in rendering the place where our
beloved friends repose, decent, attractive, and grateful
at once to the eye and the heart."

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HISTORY OF

In June, 1831, the protection of the Commonwealth
being deemed necessary to the proper management of
the enterprise of the Horticultural Society, the follow-
ing Act was applied for and obtained :

Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

In the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred
and thirty-one.

An Act, in addition to an Act entitled, "An Act
to incorporate the Massachusetts Horticultural
Society."

Section I. Be it enacted by the Senate and House of
Representatives in General CouH assembled, and by the
authority of the same, That the Massachusetts Horticul-
tural Society be, and hereby are, authorized, in addition
to the powers already conferred on them, to dedicate
and appropriate any part of the real estate now owned
or hereafter to be purchased by them, as and for a
Rural Cemetery or Burying Ground, and for the erection
of Tombs, Cenotaphs, or other Monuments, for, or in
memory of the dead ; and for this purpose, to lay out
the same in suitable lots or other subdivisions, for
family, and other burying places ; and to plant and em-
bellish the same with shrubbeiy, flowers, trees, walks,
and other rural ornaments, and to enclose and divide
the same with proper walls and enclosures, and to make
and annex thereto other suitable appendages and con-
veniences as the Society shall from time to time deem
expedient. And whenever the said Society shall so lay
out and appropriate any of their real estate for a Ceme-
tery or Burying Ground, as aforesaid, the same shall be
deemed a perpetual dedication thereof for the purposes

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aforesaid; and the real estate so dedicated shall be
forever held by the said Society in trust for such pur-
poses, and for none other. And the said Society, shall
have authority to grant and convey to any person or
persons the sole and exclusive right of burial, and of
erecting Tombs, Cenotaphs, and other Monuments, in
any such designated lots and subdivisions, upon such
terms and conditions, and subject to such regulations
as the said Society shall by their by-laws and regu-
lations prescribe. And every right so granted and
conveyed shall be held for the pui-poses aforesaid, and
for none other, as real estate, by the proprietor or pro-
prietors thereof, and shall not be subject to attachment
or execution.

Section II. Be it fwtker enacted, That for the pur-
poses of this Act, the said Society shall be, and hereby
are authorized to purchase and hold any real estate not
exceeding ten thousand dollars in value, in addition to
the real estate vrhich they are now^ by law^ authorized
to purchase and hold. And to enable the said Society
more effectually to carry the plan aforesaid into effect,
and to provide funds for the same, the said Society
shall be, and hereby are authorized to open subscription
books, upon such terms, conditions, and regulations as
the said Society shall prescribe, w^hich shall be deemed
fundamental and perpetual articles betv^een the said
Society and the subscribers. And every person, who
shall become a subscriber in conformity thereto, shall
be deemed a member for life of the said Society
without the payment of any other assessment whatso-
ever, and shall moreover be entitled, in fee simple, to
the sole and exclusive right of using, as a place of

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burial, and of erecting Tombs, Cenotaphs, and other
Monuments in such lot or subdivision of such Ceme-
tery or Burying Ground, as shall in conformity to such
fundamental articles be assigned to him.

Section HI. Be it further enacted, That the President
of the said Society shall have authority to call any
special meeting or meetings of the said Society at such .
time and place as he shall direct, for the purpose of
cariying into effect any or all the purposes of this Act,
or any oth^r pui-poses w^ithin the pui*view or the
original Act to w^hich this Act is in addition.

Li House of Representatives, June 22d, 1831. Passed
to be enacted.

WILLIAM B. CALHOUN, Speaker.

In Senate, June 23d, 1831. Passed to be enacted.

LEVERETT SALTONSTALL, President.

June 23d, 1831. Approved.

LEVI LINCOLN.
A true Copy. Attest,

EDWARD D. BANGS,

Secretaiy of the Commonwealth.

At a meeting of subscribers called August 3d, 1831,
it appeared that the subscription had become obligatory,
according to the program above stated, by the taking
of a hundred lots. In fact, the paper was filled up to a
much greater extent than was either required or
expected, as may be seen by reference to the original

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document ;* a result which, it may be proper to say,
was in a very considerable degree owing to the zealous
efforts of one individual, the late Mr. Josiah P. Bradlee,
who engaged in this enterprise with his characteristic
spirit. Nor is it but just to add that he was most effi-
ciently aided by others. The following gentlemen were
now chosen to constitute a " Garden and Cemetery
Committee :" Messrs. Joseph Story, H. A. S. Dearborn,
Jacob Bigelow, E. Everett, G. W. Brimmer, George
Bond, Charles Wells, Benjamin A. Gould, and George
W. Pratt. At the same time, arrangements Were made
for a public religious consecration, to be held on the
Society's grounds.

At a meeting, August 8th, a sub-committee was
appointed to procure an accurate topographical survey
of Mount Auburn, and report a plan for laying it out
into lots. This service was performed subsequently by
Mr. Alexander Wadsworth, Civil Engineer.

The consecration of the Cemetery took place on
Saturday, September 24th, 1831. A temporaiy amphi-
theatre was fitted up with seats, in one of the deep
vallies of the wood, having a platform for the speakers
erected at the bottom. An audience of nearly two
thousand persons were seated among the trees, adding
a scene of picturesque beauty to the impressive solem-
nity of the occasion. The order of performances was
as follows : —

* See Appendix, No. II.

30 HISTORY OF

1. Instrumental Music, by the Boston Band.

2. Introductory Prayer, by Rev. Dr. Ware.

3. HYMN,
Written by the Rev. Mr. Pierpont.

To thee, O God, in humble trust,

Our hearts their cheerful incense burn,

For this thy word, " Thou art of dust,
And unto dust shalt thou return."

For, what were life, life's work all done,
The hopes, joys, loves, that cling to clay.

All, all departed, one by one.

And yet life's load borne on for aye !

Decay ! Decay ! 'tis stamped on all !

All bloom, in flower and flesh, shall fade ;
Ye whispering trees, when we shall fall.

Be our long sleep beneath your shade !

Here to thy bosom, mother Earth,

Take back, in peace, what thou hast given ',

And all that is of heavenly birth,
O God, in peace, recall to Heaven !

4. ADDRESS,

By THE Hon. Joseph Story.

5. Concluding Prayer, by the Rev. Mr. Pierpont.

6. Music by the Band.

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A cloudless sun and an atmosphere purified by show-
ers, combined to make the day one of the most de-
lightful we ever experience at this season of the year.
It is unnecessary to say that the address by Judge
Story was pertinent to the occasion, for, if the name
of the orator were not sufficient, the perfect silence of
the multitude, enabling him to be heard with distinct-
ness at the most distant part of the beautiful amphi-
theatre in which the services were performed, would
be sufficient testimony as to its worth and beauty. Nor
is it in the pen's power to furnish any adequate descrip-
tion of the effect produced by the music of the thousand
voices which joined in the hymn, as it swelled in chas-
tened melody from the bottom of the glen, and, like
the spirit of devotion, found an echo in every heart,
and pei-vaded the whole scene.

Some account of Mount Auburn itself, as it existed
at this stage of its history, may with propriety be here
introduced. The tract of land which bears this name,
is situated on the Southerly side of the main road lead-
ing from Cambridge to Watertown, partly within the
limits of both those towns, and distant about four miles
fi'om Boston. Formerly it was known by the name of
Stone's Woods, the title to most of the land having
remained in the family of Stones from an early period
after the settlement of the country. Mr. Brimmer
made purchase of the hill and part of the woodlands
within a few years, chiefly with the view of preventing
the destruction of the trees, and to his disinterested
love of the beautiful in nature, may be attributed the
preservation of this lovely spot. The fii'st purchase of
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the Society included between seventy and eighty acres,
extending from the road nearly to the banks of Charles
River. The Experimental Garden commenced by the
Association vras to have been upon that portion of the
ground next to the road, and separated from the Ceme-
tery by a long water-course, running between this tract
and the interior wood-land. The latter is covered,
throughout most of its extent, with a vigorous growth of
forest trees, many of them of large size, and comprising
an unusual variety of kinds. This tract is beautifully
undulating in its sm-face, containing a number of bold
eminences, steep acclivities, and deep shadowy vallies.
A remarkable natural ridge with a level sm-face runs
through the ground from south-east to north-west, and
has for many years been known as a secluded and favor-
ite walk. The principal eminence, called Mount Auburn
in the plan, is one hundred and twenty-five feet above the
level of Charles Kiver, and commands from its summit
one of the finest prospects which can be obtained in the
environs of Boston. On one side is the city in full
view, connected at its extremities with Charlestown and
Roxbury. The serpentine course of Charles River,
with the cultivated hills and fields rising beyond it, and
having the Blue Hills of Milton in the distance, occu-
pies another portion of the landscape. The village of
Cambridge, with the venerable edifices of Hai*vard
University, are situated about a mile to the east- ward.
On the north, at a veiy small distance, Fresh Pond
appears, a handsome sheet of water, finely diversified
by its woody and irregular shores. Country seats and
cottages seen in various directions, and those on the
elevated land at Watertown, especially, add much to
the picturesque effect of the scene.

MOUNT AUBURN. 23

The grounds of the Cemetery were laid out with
intersecting avenues, so as to render every part of the
wood accessihle. These avenues are curved and vari-
ously winding in their course, so as to be adapted to
the natural inequalities of the surface. By this arrange-
ment the greatest economy of the land is produced,
combining at the same time the picturesque effect of
landscape gardening. Over the more level portions,
the avenues are made twenty feet wide, and are suitable
for carriage-roads. The more broken and precipitous
parts are approached by foot-paths, which are six feet
in width. These passage-ways are smoothly gravelled,
and planted on both sides with flowers and ornamental
shrubs. Lots of ground, (containing each three hundred
square feet) are set off as family burial-places, at suita-
ble distances on the sides of the avenues and paths.*

The nature of the privileges now granted to the
purchasers of these lots by the proprietors, may be
learned by reference to the form of conveyance em-
ployed.f We have inserted also the names of the hills,
foot-paths and avenues, which it was found convenient
to adopt.| These were laid out by a Committee, of
which General Dearborn was Chairman. The Egyptian
gateway, which forms the chief entrance to the grounds,
was designed by Dr. Bigelow.

The first choice of lots was offered for sale, by auction,
Nov. 28th, 1831 ; the first two hundred being then made
purchasable to subscribers on the following conditions :

* The substance of this description will be found in the
Appendix to Judge Story's Address.

t See Appendix, No. III. t Appendix, No. IV.

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24 blSTORY OF

1. Each lot contains three hundred square feet,
exchisive of ground necessary to fence the same, for
which sixty dollars are to be paid.

2. In addition to said sum of sixty dollars, the sum
bid for the right of selection is to be paid, and the
bidder is to decide on the lot he will take at the
moment of sale.

3. If any subscriber be not satisfied with the lot sold
or assigned to him, he may at any time within six
months exchange the same for any other among the
lots already laid out, if any such remain unappro-
priated.

4. If any subscriber shall wish to enlarge his lot, the
Garden and Cemetery Committee may, if they see no
objection, set off to him land for that purpose, on his
paying for the same at the rate of twenty cents per
square foot.

5. A receiving tomb is provided in the City, and one
will be constructed at Mount Auburn, in which, if
desired, bodies may be deposited for a term not exceed-
ing six months.

At this sale, the one hundred and fifty-seven lots
previously subscribed for, were assigned, at sixty dollars
each. The amount bid for the right of selection at the
same time, (from twelve dollars to one hundred dol-
lars, each lot,) was $957,50.

Mount Auburn, it is generally well known, is now
the property of a separate and distinct corporation,
havmg no connection with the Horticultural Society.
This transfer was eflfected in 1835, and the following
Act was that year obtained fi-om the Legislature of
the Commonwealth, for the incorporation of the pro-
prietors by themselves :

mount auburn. 25

Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
In the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred
and thirty five.

An act to incorporate the Proprietors of the Ceme-
teiy of Mount Auburn.

Section 1. Be it enacted by the Senate and House
of Representatives, in General Court assemhled, and by
the authority of the same, That Joseph Story, John
Davis, Jacob Bigelow^, Isaac Parker, George Bond, and
Charles P. Curtis, together vy^ith such other persons as
are Proprietors of Lots in the Cemetery at Mount
Auburn, in the tovrns of Cambridge and Watertown,
in the County of Middlesex, and who shall in w^riting
signify their assent to this Act, their successors and
assigns be, and they hereby are created a Corporation,
by the name of the Proprietors of the Cemetery of
Mount Auburn, and they shall have all the powers and
privileges contained in the statute of the year One
thousand eight hundred and thirty three. Chapter eighty-
three.

Section 2. Be it further enacted, That the said Cor-
poration may take and hold in fee simple the Garden
and Cemetery at Mount Auburn, now held by the
Massachusetts Horticultural Society, and any other
lands adjacent thereto, not exceeding fifty acres in
addition to said Garden and Cemetery, upon the same
trusts and for the same purposes and with the same
powers and privileges as the said Massachusetts Horti-
cultural Society now hold the same by virtue of the
statute of the j^ear One thousand eight hundred and
thirty-one. Chapter sixty-nine ; and may also take and

26 HISTORY OF

hold any personal estate not exceeding in value fifty
thousand dollars, to be applied to purposes connected
with and appropriate to the objects of said establish-
ment.

Section 3. Be it further enacted, That all persons
who shall hereafter become Proprietors of Lots in said
Cemetery, of a size not less, each, than three hundred
square feet, shall thereby become members of the said
Corporation.

Section 4. Be it further enacted, That the Officers of
the said Corporation shall consist of not less than seven
nor more than twelve Trustees, a Treasurer, Secretary,
and such other Officers as they may direct. The Trus-
tees shall be elected annually at the annual meeting,
and shall hold their offices until others are chosen. And
they shall choose one of their number to be President,
who shall be also President of the Corporation, and
they shall also choose the Secretary and Treasurer,
either fi-om their own body or at lai'ge. And the said
Trustees shall have the general management, superin-
tendence and care of the property, expenditures, busi-
ness and prudential concerns of the Corporation, and
of the sales of lots in the said Cemetery, and they shall
make a report of their doings to the Corporation at
their annual meeting. The Treasurer shall give bonds
for the faithful discharge of the duties of his office, and
shall have the superintendence and management of the
fiscal concerns of the Corporation, subject to the revi-
sion and control of the Trustees, to whom he shall
make an Annual Report, which shall be laid before the
Corporation at their annual meeting. And the Secre-
tai*y shall be under oath for the faithful performance

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MOUNT AUBURN. 27

of the duties of his office, and shall record the doings
at all meetings of the Corporation and of the Trustees.

Section 5. Be it further enacted, That the annual
meetings of said Corporation shall be holden at such
time and place as the By-laws shall direct, and the
Secretary shall give notice thereof in one or more
newspapers, printed in Boston, seven days at least before
the time of meeting. And special meetings may be
called by the Trustees in the same manner unless
otherwise directed by the By-laws ; or by the Secre-
tary, in the same manner, upon the written request of
twenty members of the Corporation. At all meetings,
a quoram for business shall consist of not less than
seven members ; and any business may be transacted,
of which notice shall be given in the advertisements
for the meeting, and all questions shall be decided by a
majority of the members present, and voting either in
person or by proxy.

Section 6. Be it further enacted, That as soon as the
said Corporation shall have received fi'om the Massa-
chusetts Horticultural Society a legal conveyance of
the said Garden and Cemetery at Mount Auburn, the
Massachusetts Horticultural Society shall cease to have
any rights, powers and authorities over the same ; and
all the rights, powers and authorities, trusts, immunities
and privileges conferred upon the said Society, and
upon the Proprietors of Lots in the said Cemeteiy in
and by virtue of the first section of the statute of the
year One thousand eight hundred and thirty-one. Chap-
ter sixty-nine, shall be transferred to and exercised by
the Corporation created by this Act, and the same
shall to all intents and purposes apply to the said Cor-

28 HISTORY OF

poration, and all Proprietors of Lots in the said Ceme-
tery, with the same force and effect as if the same were
herein specially enacted, and the said Corporation
substituted for the Massachusetts Horticultural Society
hereby.

Section 7. Be it further enacted, That any person
who shall wilfully destroy, mutilate, deface, injure or
remove any tomb, monument, grave-stone or other
structure placed in the Cemetery aforesaid, or any fence,
railing or other work for the protection or ornament of
any tomb, monument, grave-stone or other structure
aforesaid, or of any Cemetery Lot, within the limits of
the Garden and Cemetery aforesaid, or shall wilfully
destroy, remove, cut, break or injure any tree, shrub or
plant within the limits of the said Garden and Cemetery,
or shall shoot or discharge any gun or other fire-arm
within the said limits, shall be deemed guilty of a mis-
demeanor, and shall, upon conviction thereof before
any justice of the Peace or other Court of competent
jm'isdiction within the County of Middlesex, be punished
by a fine not less than five dollars nor more than fifly
dollars, according to the nature and aggravation of the
offence ; and such offender shall also be liable, in an
action of trespass to be brought against him in any
Court of competent jurisdiction in the name of the
Proprietors of the Cemetery of Mount Auburn, to pay
all such damages as shall have been occasioned by
his unlawful act or acts, which money when recov-
ered shall be applied by the said Corporation, under the
direction of the Board of Trustees, to the reparation
and restoration of the property destroyed or injured as
above, and members of the said Corporation shall be
competent witnesses in such suits.

MOUNT AUBURN. 29

Section 8. Be it further ermded, That the Lots in
said Cemetery shall be mdivisible, and upon the death
of any Proprietor of any Lot in the said Cemetery,
containing not less than three hundred square feet, the
devisee of such Lot, or the heir at law, as the case may
be, shall be entitled to all the privileges of membership
as aforesaid; and if there be more than one devisee
or heir at law^ of each Lot, the Board of Trustees for
the time being shall designate, w^hich of the said devisees
or heirs at law shall represent the said Lot, and vote in
the meetings of the Corporation, which designation
shall continue in force, until by death, removal or other
sufficient cause, another designation shall become nec-
essary ; and in making such designation the Trustees
shall, as far as they conveniently may, give the prefer-
ence to males over females, and to proximity of blood
and priority of age, having due regard, however, to
proximity of residence.

Section 9. Be it further enacted, That it shall be
lawful for the said Corporation to take and hold any
grant, donation or bequest of property upon trust, to
apply the income thereof under the direction of the
Board of Trustees for the improvement or embellish-
ment of the said Cemetery or of the Garden adjacent
thereto, or of any buildings, structures or fences erected
or to be erected upon the lands of the said Corporation,
or of any individual Proprietor of a lot in the Ceme-
tery, or for the repair, preservation, or renewal of any
tomb, monument, grave-stone, fence or railing, or other
erection in or around any Cemeteiy Lot, or for the
planting and cultivation of trees, shrubs, flowers or
plants in or ai-ound any Cemetery Lot, according to the
terms of such grant, donation or bequest; and the

30 HISTORY OF

Supreme Judicial Court in this Commonwealth, or any
other Court therein having equity, jurisdiction, shall
have full power and jurisdiction, to compel the due
performance of the said trusts, or any of them, upon a
bill filed by a Proprietor of any lot in the said Cemetery
for that purpose.

Section 10. Be it further enacted^ as follows, First,
That the present Proprietors of Lots in the said Ceme-
tery, who shall become members of the Corporation
created by this Act, shall henceforth cease to be mem-
bers of the said Horticultural Society, so far as their
membership therein depends on their being Proprietors
of Lots in the said Cemetery ; Secondly, That the sales
of the Cemetery Lots shall continue to be made as fast
as it is practicable by the Corporation created by this
Act, at a price not less than the sum of Sixty Dollars
for every Lot containing three hundred square feet,
and so in proportion for any greater or less quantity,
unless the said Horticultural Society and the Corpora-
tion created by this Act, shall mutually agree to sell
the same at a less price ; Thirdly, that the proceeds
of the first sales of such Lots, after deducting the
annual expenses of the Cemeteiy establishment, shall
be applied to the extinguishment of the present debts
due by the said Horticultural Society on account of
the said Garden and Cemetery. And after the extin-
guishment of the said debts, the balance of the said
proceeds and the proceeds of all future sales, shall
annually, on the first Monday in every year, be divided
between the said Horticultural Society and the Corpo-
ration created by this Act, in manner following, namely,
fourteen hundred dollars shall be first deducted from
the gross proceeds of the sales of Lots during the pre-

MOUNT AUBURN. 31

ceding year, for the purpose of defraying the Superin-
tendent's salary and other incidental expenses of the
Cemetery establishment; and the residue of the said
gross proceeds shall be divided between the said Hor-
ticultural Society, and the Corporation created by this
Act, as follows, namely, one fourth part thereof shall
be received by and paid over to the said Horticultural
Society, on the first Monday of January of every year,
and the remaining three fourth parts shall be retained
and held by the Corporation created by this Act, to
their own use forever. And if the sales of any year
shall be less than fourteen hundred dollars, then the
deficiency shall be a charge on the sales of the suc-
ceeding year or years. Fourthly, the money so received
by the said Horticultural Society shall be forever devo-
ted and applied by the said Society to the purposes of an
Experimental Garden and to promote the art and science
of Horticulture, and for no other purpose. And the
money so retained by the Corporation created by this
Act, shall be forever devoted and applied to the preser-
vation, improvement, embellishment and enlargement
of the said Cemetery and Garden, and the incidental
expenses thereof, and for no other purpose whatsoever ;
Fifthly, a Committee of the said Horticultural Society,
duly appointed for this purpose, shall, on the first
Monday of January of every year, have a right to
inspect and examine the books and accounts of the
Treasurer, or other officer acting as Treasurer of the
Corporation created by this Act, as far as may be nec-
essary to ascertain the sales of Lots of the preceding
year.

Section 11. Be it further enacted, That any three or
more of the persons named in this Act shall have

82 HISTORY OF

authority to call the first meeting of the said Corpora-
tion by an advertisement in one or more newspapers
printed in the City of Boston, seven days, at least,
before the time of holding such meeting, and speci-
fying the time and place thereof. And all Proprie-
tors of Lots, who shall before, at or during the time
of holding such meeting, by writing, assent to this Act,
shall be entitled to vote in person or by proxy at the
said first meeting. And at such meeting or any adjourn-
ment thereof, any elections may be had, and any business
done, which are herein authorized to be had and done
at an annual meeting, although the same may not be
specified m the notice for the said meeting. And the
first Board of Trustees, chosen at the said meeting, shall
continue in office until the annual meeting of the said
Corporation next ensuing their choice, and until another
Board are chosen in their stead, in pursuance of this
Act.

Section 12. Be it further enacted, That the said
Cemetery shall be and hereby is declared exempted
from all public taxes, so long as the same shall remain
dedicated to the purposes of a Cemeteiy.

In House of Representatives, March 27, 1835. Passed
to be enacted.

JULIUS ROCKWELL, Speaker,

In Senate, March 28, 1835. Passed to be enacted.

GEORGE BLISS, President

March 31, 1835. Approved,

SAMUEL T. ARMSTRONG.
A true Copy. Attest.

EDWARD D. BANGS,

Secretary of the Comtnonivealth.

MOUNT AUBURN. 33

The amount paid by these proprietors to the Horti-
cuhural Society, under the articles of separation, was
$4,223,42. The original cost of the land was $9,766,89.
The quantity, in all, is one hundred and ten and a quar-
ter acres, a piece having been added, on the west side,
to the first purchase. The total cost of grounds and
improvements, 'up to the close of the year last past, is
$34,107,57. The whole number of lots disposed of at
that date was six hundred and thirty-four, and the
amount of purchase-money, including that given for
selection, $50,077,59. The Proprietors had funds in-
vested in Treasuiy to the amount of $11,980,79.

The following is the return of tombs built, monu-
ments erected, and interments, for each year, since the
establishment of the Cemetery, ending December, 1838.

Tombs. Moiui'ts. Inter'mis.

1st year

ending

Dec.

8, 1832,

6

5

17

2 "

u

i8a3.

11

12

71

3

u

1834,

21

16

101

4 "

u

1835,

22

38

101

5

il

1836,

19

17

175

6

u

1837,

43

21

191

7

ii

1838,

22

16

174

144

125

830

In the Appendix will be found the present terms of
subscription for lots, with other matters of some interest,
relating to the economy of the establishment.*'

* See Appendix, No. V.

34 HISTORY OF

From the number of tombs built, it will be inferred
that the taste is a prevalent one, though it seems to
admit of some question whether this mode of interment
possesses the advantages over the more usual practice
which are apparently ascribed to it. It is almost uni-
formly insecure and temporary at the best, while the
nature of the erection makes it impossible to avoid, after
a time, some inconveniences, inconsistent with the
general good appearance of the Cemetery. These must
be understood by those who have visited Phe la Chaise,
On this point, a correspondent of one of the Boston
papers some years since, remarks as follows :

" It is a part of the original design of this establishment,
though not an obligatory one, that interments shall be
made in single or separate graves, rather than in tombs.
The abundant space afforded by the extensiveness of
the tract which has been purchased, precludes the
necessity of constructing vaults for the promiscuous
concentration of numbers. It is believed that the com-
mon grave affords the most simple, natural and secure
method by w hich the body may return to the bosom of
the earth, to be peacefully blended with its original dust.
Whatever consolation can be derived from the gather-
ing together of members of the same families, is provi-
ded for by the appropriation of lots, each sufficient for
a family, while the provision that the same spot or
grave shall not be twice occupied for interment, secures
to the buried an assurance of undisturbed rest, not
always found in more costly constructions.

On the same subject another consideration may be
added. It is desired that the place may become beau-
tiful, attractive, consoling, — not gloomy and repulsive,

MOUNT AUBURN. 35

— that what the earth has once covered it shall not
again reveal to light, — that the resources of art shall
not be w^asted in vain efforts to delay or modify the
inevitable courses of nature. It is hoped, therefore,
that any sums which individuals may think it proper to
devote to the improvement of the place of sepulture of
themselves and their friends, may be expended above
the surface of the earth, — not under it. A beautiful
monument is interesting to every one. A simple bed
of roses under the broad canopy of heaven, is a more
approachable, a far more soothing object, than the most
costly charnel-house."

To the summary sketch here given of the present
condition of Mount Auburn, it may be proper to add
that it is believed to be the intention of the proprie-
tors, as soon as their funds may allow, to surround the
establishment with a wall of stone, in place of the fence
now existing. This improvement will doubtless be at
once of a substantial and elegant design. Other addi-
tions will of course occur from time to time. We take
occasion to suggest, meanwhile, the desirableness of
donations and legacies to the Corporation, for uses of
the description now referred to, on the part of those
opulent admirers of nature, and patrons of the arts,
who are interested in the decoration of these sacred
grounds.

APPENDIX^ I.

GENERAL DEARBORN'S REPORT.

When the Massachusetts Horticultural Society was
organized, it was confidently anticipated, that, at no
very distant period, a Garden of Experiment would be
established in the vicinity of Boston ; but to arrive at
such a pleasing result, it was deemed expedient that
our efforts should first be directed to the accomplish-
ment of objects which would not require very extensive
pecuniary resources ; that we should proceed with great
caution, and by a prudential management of our means,
gradually develope a more complete and efficient system
for rendering the institution as extensively useful as it
was necessary and important. Public favor was to be
propitiated by the adoption of such incipient measures
as were best calculated to encourage patronage, and
insure ultimate success.

With these views, the labors of the Society have been
confined to the collection and dissemination of intelli-
gence, plants, scions, and seeds, in the various depart-
ments of Horticulture. An extensive correspondence
was therefore opened with similar associations in this
country and in Europe, as well as with many gentlemen
who are distinguished for their theoretical attainments,
practical information, and experimental researches, in
all the branches of rural economy, on this continent,
and other portions of the globe.

APPENDIX. 37

The kind disposition, which has been generally evin-
ced, to advance the interest of the Society, has had a
salutary and cheering influence. Many interesting and
instructive communications have been received, and
valuable donations of books, seeds, and plants have
been made by generous foreigners, and by citizens of the
United States. A liberal oflTer of co-operation has been
promptly tendered in both hemispheres, and great
advantages are anticipated from a mutual interchange
of good offices.

A library of considerable extent has been formed,
containing many of the most celebrated English and
French works on Horticulture, several of which are
magnificent. The apartments for the accommodation
of the Society have been partially embellished with
beautiful paintings of some of our choice native varie-
ties of fruits ; and by weekly exhibitions, during eight
months of the year, of fruits, flowers, and esculent
vegetables ; — by awarding premiums for proficiency in
the art of gardening, and the rearing of new, valuable,
or superior products; — by disseminating intelligence,
and accounts of the proceedings of the Society at its
regular and special meetings, through the medium of
the New England Farmer ; and by an annual festival,
and public exhibition of the various products of Horti-
culture, an interest has been excited, and a spirit of
inquiry awakened, auspicious to the Institution, while a
powerful impulse has been given to all the branches of
rural industry, far beyond our most sanguine hopes.

To foster and extend a taste for the pleasant, useful
and refined art of Gardening, the time appears to have
arrived for enlarging the sphere of action, and giving
3

38 ArPENDIX.

the most ample development to the original design of
the Society.

The London, Paris, Edinburg, and Liverpool Horti-
cultural Associations, have each established Experimen-
tal Gardens, and the beneficial eflfects have been conspic-
uously experienced ; and not only throughout England,
Scotland and France, — but the whole civilized w^orld is
deriving advantages fi-om those magnificent depositories,
of the rarest products which have been collected from
the vast domains of Pomona and Flora. These noble
precedents have been followed in Russia, Germany,
Holland and Italy. We also must emulate the merito-
rious examples of those renowned institutions, and be
thus enabled to reciprocate their favors, from like col-
lections of useful and ornamental plants. An equally
enlightened taste will be thus superinduced for those
comforts and embellishments, and that intellectual
enjoyment, which the science and practice of Horticul-
ture aiFord.

With the Experimental Garden, it is recommended
to unite a Rural Cemetery ; for the period is not distant,
when all the burial-grounds within the City will be
closed, and others must be formed in the country, the
primitive and only proper location. There the dead
may repose undisturbed, through countless ages. There
can be formed a public place of sepulchre, where
monuments may be erected to our illustrious men, whose
remains, thus far, have unfortunately been consigned
to obscure and isolated toimbs, instead of being collected
within one common depository, where their great deeds
might be perpetuated and their memories cherished by
succeeding generations. Though dead, they would be

APPENDIX. 39

eternal admonitors to the living, — teaching them the
way which leads to national glory and individual
renown.

When it is perceived what laudable efforts have been
made in Europe, and how honorable are the results, it is
impossible that the citizens of the United States should
long linger in the rear of the general march of improve-
ment. They will hasten to present establishments, and
to evince a zeal for the encouragement of rural economy,
commensurate with the extent and natural resources of
the country, and the variety of its soil and climate.

Your Committee have not a doubt that an attempt
should be made in this State to rival the undertakings
of other countries, in all that relates to the cultivation
of the soil. The intelligent, patriotic and wealthy will
cheerfully lend their aid, in the establishment of a
Garden of Experiment, and a Cemetery. Massachusetts
has ever been distinguished for her public and private
munificence, in the endowment of colleges, academies,
and numerous associations for inculcating knowledge,
and the advancement of all branches of industry. A
confident reliance is therefore reposed on the same
sources of beneficence. The Legislature will not refuse
its patronage, but will readily unite with the people in
generous contributions for the accomplishment of
objects so well calculated to elevate the character of
the Commonwealth, and that of its citizens.

The Experimental Garden is intended for the
improvement of Horticulture in all its departments,
ornamental as well as useful.

The objects which will chiefly claim attention, are

the collection and cultivation of common, improved,

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40 APPENDIX.

and new varieties of the different kinds of Fruits,
Esculent Vegetables, Forest and Ornamental Trees and
Shrubs, Flowering, Economical and other intei*esting
Plants, which do not exclusively belong to the "predial
department of tillage ; — paying particular atten to
the qualities and habits of each ; instituting compaidtive
experiments on the modes of culture to which they
are usually subjected, so as to attain a knowledge of the
most useful, rare and beautiful species ; the best process
of rearing and propagating them, by seeds, scions,
buds, suckers, layers, and cuttings ; — the most successful
methods of insuring perfect and abundant crops, as
well as satisfactory results in all the branches of useful
and ornamental planting, appertaining to Horticulture.

Compartments are to be assigned for the particular
cultiv^ation of Fruit Trees, Timber Trees, Ornamental
Trees and Shrubs, Esculent Vegetables, Flowers, and
for the location of Green-Houses, Stoves, Vineries,
Orangeries, and Hot-Beds.

For the accommodation of the Garden of Experiment
and Cemetei-y, at least seventy acres of land are deemed
necessary ; and in making the selection of a site, it was
very important that from forty to fifty acres should be
well or partially covered with forest-trees and shrubs,
which could be appropriated for the latter establish-
ment ; that it should present all possible varieties of
soil, common in the vicinity of Boston ; — be diver-
sified by hills, valleys, plains, brooks, and low meadows,
and bogs, so as to aflTord proper localities for every kind
of tree and plant that will flourish in this climate ; —
and be near to some large stream or river, and easy of .
access by land and water ; — but still sufficiently retired.

APPENDIX. 41

To realize these advantages, it is proposed, that a tract
of land called Sweet Auburn, situated in Cambridge,
should be purchased. As a large portion of the ground
is now covered with trees, shrubs and wild flowering
plants, avenues and walks may be made through them,
in such a manner as to render the whole establishment
interesting and beautiful, at a small expense, and within
a few years, and ultimately to offer an example of land-
scape or picturesque gardening, in conformity to the
modern style of laying out grounds, which will be
highly creditable to the Society.

The streams, and parcels of bog and meadow-land
may be easily converted into ponds, and variously
formed sheets of water, which will furnish appropriate
positions for aquatic plants, while their borders may be
planted with Rhododendrons, Azaleas, several species
of the superb Magnolia, and other plants, which require
a constantly humid soil, and decayed vegetable matter,
for their nourishment.

On the Southeastern and Northeastern borders of the
tract can be arranged the nurseries, and portions selected
for the culture of fruit-trees and esculent vegetables,
on an extensive scale ; there may be arranged the Arbo-
retum, the Orchard, the Culinarium, Floral department.
Melon-grounds and Strawberry beds, and Green-houses.

The remainder of the land may be devoted to the
Cemetery.

By means of a more extensive con*espondence with
eminent Horticulturists it is certain that many valua-
ble, rare, and beautiful plants may be obtained, not only
from all parts of our own country, but other regions of

the globe, which could be naturalized to the soil and
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42 APPENDIX.

climate of New England. This can be efficiently
undertaken, so soon as a Garden of Experiment is
formed, but it would be almost useless to procure large
collections of seeds or plants, until we are enabled to
cultivate them under the immediate direction of the
Society.

Accounts of the experiments which may be made,
should be periodically reported and published; and
seeds, buds, cuttings, and uncommon varieties of rooted
plants may be distributed among the members of the
Society, and be sold for its benefit, in such manner as
may be found most expedient, to render the garden the
most extensively useful in all its relations with the
wants, comforts and pleasures of life.

Such an establishment is required for * collecting the
scattered rays of intelligence, and blending them with
the science and accumulating experience of the times,'
and then diflTusiug them far and wide, to cheer and
enlighten the practical Horticulturist in his career of
agreeable and profitable industry. It will powerfully
contribute to increase the taste for rural pursuits, —
stimulate a generous spirit of research and emulation, —
suggest numerous objects worthy of inquiry and expe-
riment,— multiply the facilities of information and the
interchange of indigenous and exotic plants, — develope
the vast vegetable resources of the Union, — give activity
to enterprise, — increase the enjoj^ment of all classes
of citizens, — and advance the prosperity, and improve
the general aspect of the whole country.

The establishment of a Cemetery in connexion with
the Garden of Experiment, cannot fail of meeting
public approbation. Such rural burial-places were

APPENDIX. 43

common among the ancients, who allowed no grave-
yards within their cities. The Potter's Field was
without the walls of Jerusalem, and in the Twelve
Tables it was prescribed ' that the dead should neither
be buried or burned in the City' of Rome. Evelyn
states, *that the custom of burying in churches and
near about them, especially in great cities, is a novel
presumption, indecent, sordid, and very prejudicial to
health ; it was not done among the Christians in the prim-
itive ages ;' and was forbidden by the Emperors Gratian,
Valentian, and Theodosius, and never sanctioned until
the time of Gregory the Great. The Eastern Christians
do not now inter the dead within their churches. Dur-
ing the age of the patriarchs, groves were selected as
places of sepulture. When Sarah died, Abraham pur-
chased ' the field of Ephron, in Machpeiah, with all the
trees that were therein and the borders round about, as
a burying place,' and there he buried his wife ; * and
there they buried Abraham, Isaac, Rebekah and Leah ;'
and when Jacob had blessed his sons, 'he said unto
them, I am to be gathered unto my people : bury me
with my fathers in the cave that is in the field of
Ephron.' Deborah ' was buried beneath Beth-el under
an oak,' and the valiant men of Jabesh-gilead removed
the bodies of Saul and his sons from the wall of
Bethshon and ' buried them under a tree.' Moses was
buried in ' a valley in the land of Moab ;' Joseph, in * a
parcel of ground in Shechem;' Eleazer, the son of
Aaron, * in a hill that pertained to Phinehas;' and
Manassah, with Amon * in the garden of Uzza.'

The planting of rose-trees upon graves is an ancient
custom : Anacreon says that ' it protects the dead ;' and
Propertius indicates the usage of burying amidst roses.

44 APPENDIX.

Plato sanctioned the planting of trees over sepulchres,
and the tomb of Ariadne was in the Arethusian Groves
of Crete. The Catacombs of Thebes vrere excavated
in the gorges of forest-clad hills, on the opposite bank
of the Nile ; and those of Memphis were beyond the
lake Acherusia, from which the Grecian mythologists
derived their fabulous accounts of the Elysian Fields.
There it was supposed the souls of the virtuous and
illustrious retired after death, and roamed through bow-
ers forever green, and over meadows spangled with
flowers, and refreshed by perennial streams. In the
mountains near Jerusalem were located the tombs of
the opulent Israelites ; and in a Garden, near the base
of Calvary, had Joseph, the Aramathean, prepared that
memorable sepulchre in which was laid the crucified
Messiah. The Greeks and Romans often selected the
secluded recesses of wooded heights and vales, as fa-
vorable places of interment, or the borders of the great
public highways, where elegant monuments were erec-
ted, and surrounded with cypress and other ever-ver-
dant trees. Many of the richly-sculptured sarcophagi
and magnificent tombs, reared by the once polished
nations of Asia Minor, are still to be seen in the vicinity
of the numerous ruined cities on the deserted coast of
Karamania.

The Athenians allowed no burials within the city.
The illustrious men, who had either died in the service
of their country, or were thought deserving of the most
distinguished honors, were buried in the Ceramicus, —
an extensive public cemeteiy on the road to Thria.
Tombs and statues were erected to their memory, on
which were recounted their praises and exploits ; and

APPENDIX. 45

to render them familiar to all, to animate every citizen
to a love of virtue and of glory, and to excite in youth-
ful minds an ardent desire of imitating those celebrated
worthies, the spacious grounds were embellished with
trees, and made a public promenade. Within the Ce-
ramicus was the Academy where Plato and the great
men who followed him met their disciples, and held
assemblies for philosophical conference and instruction.
Connected with the Academy were a gymnasium, and a
garden, which was adorned with delightful covered
walks, and refreshed by the waters of the Cephisus,
which flowed, under the shade of the plane and various
other trees, through its western borders. At the en-
trance and within the area of the garden were temples,
altars, and statues of the gods.

The bodies of the Athenians, who had fallen in battle,
were collected by their countrymen, and after they
were consumed on the funeral pile, their bones were
carried to Athens ; there they were exposed, in cypress
coffins, under a large tent, for three days, that the
relations might perform those libations which affection
and rehgion enjoined; then they were placed on as
many cars as there were tribes, and the procession
proceeded slowly through the city, to the Ceramicus,
where funeral games were exhibited, and an orator,
publicly appomted for the occasion, pronounced an
eulogium.

Even the Turks, who are so opposed to the culti-
vation of the fine arts, embellish their grave-yards with
evergreens. With them it is a religious duty to plant
trees around the graves of their kindred, and the bury-
ing ground of Scutari is one of the most interesting

4(3 APPENDIX.

objects in the environs of Constantinople. Situated in
the rear of the town and extending along the declivity
of the Asiatic shore, towards the sea of Marmora, it
presents a vast forest of majestic trees ; and thither the
inhabitants of the imperial city generally resort, during
the sultry months of summer, to enjoy the cool breezes,
which descend from the Euxine, or are wafted over the
waves of the Propontis. Throughout Italy, France and
England, there are many cemeteries wliich are orna-
mented with forest-trees and flowering slirubs. Phe
la Chaise, in the environs of Paris, has been admired,
and celebrated, by eveiy traveller who has visited that
beautiful garden of the dead.

In Liverpool a similar burying-ground was completed
three years since, and a meeting has recently been held
in London for forming one in the vicinity of that city,
of a size and on a scale of magnificence which shall
quadrate with the wealth and vast extent of the mighty
capital of a great nation. Within the central area are
to be exact models of the superb temples, triumphal
arches, columns and public monuments of Greece and
Rome, as receptacles or memorials of departed worthies
of the empire.

The establishment of rural cemeteries similar to that
of Phe la Chaise, has often been the subject of con-
versation in this country, and frequently adverted to by
the \\Titers in our scientific and literaiy publications.
But a few yeai's since, a meeting was held in Boston,
by many of its most respectable citizens, for the purpose
of maturing a plan, and forming such an establishment
in the emirons of the city. No one can be indiflerent
to a subject of such deep and universal interest. Li

APPEIfDIX. 47

whatever point of view it is considered, who is there,
that does not perceive numerous and powerful induce-
ments for aiding in its accomplishment ? How con-
soling and pleasing is the thought that our memories
shall be cherished after death; that the spot, where
our ashes repose, shall be often visited by dear and
constant friends ; that they will there linger, to call up
the soothing yet melancholy reminiscences of by-gone
times ; that the sod which covers us will be kept ever
verdant; that a magnificent forest will be reared to
overshadow our graves, by those truly kind hands
which performed the last sad office of affection ; that
flowers will fringe the pathways, leading to our lowly
resting-place, and their fragrance, mingled with the
holiest aspirations, ascend to the throne of the Eternal.

To those who mourn, what a consolation to visit the
bower-sequestered monument of a much-loved friend,
under circumstances and with associations so favorably
calculated to revive agreeable recollections of the past ;
and when those revolting ideas are excluded, which
obtrude upon the mind while standing in the usual
di'eaiy, desolate and ruinous repositories of the dead.

In the Rural Cemetery the names and virtues of the
departed would live in perpetual freshness, and their
souls seem to commune with those who come to do
honor to their manes. Thus would all like to repose
in death ; and who would not deem it a blessing, to be
able to confer that favor on a parent, child, wife, husband
or friend? How can this object be so successfully
accomplished as in connexion with an Experimental
Garden ? That part of the land which has been recom-
mended for a Cemeterit, may be circumvallated by

48 APPENDIX.

a spacious avenue, bordered by trees, shrubbery and
perennial flowers, — rather as a Hne of demarcation, than
of disconnexion, — for the ornamental grounds of the
Garden should be apparently blended with those of the
Cemetery, and the walks of each so intercommunicate,
as to afford an uninterrupted range over both, as one
common domain.

Among the hills, glades and dales, which are now
covered with evergreen, and deciduous trees and shrubs,
may be selected sites for isolated graves, and tombs,
and these being surmounted with columns, obelisks, and
other appropriate monuments of granite and marble,
may be rendered interesting specimens of art; they
will also vary and embellish the scenery, embraced
within the scope of the numerous sinuous avenues
that may be felicitously opened, in all directions, and
to a vast extent, from the diversified and picturesque
features which the topography of this tract of land
presents.

Besides the great public advantages which will result
from the Horticultural department, that proportion of
the land which may be consecrated to the dead, and
rendered, like the Elysian Fields of the Egyptians, a
holy and pleasant resort for the living, — the whole will
present one of the must instructive, magnificent and
pleasant promenades in our country. From its imme-
diate proximity to the Capital of the State, it will attract
universal interest, and become a place of healthful,
refreshing and agreeable resort, from early spring until
the close of autumn.

To accomplish these two great objects, it is necessary
that a fund should be created, immediately, sufficient

APPENDIX. 49

for the purchase of the land, surrounding it with a
substantial fence, the erection of a gardener's lodge,
laying out the grounds, and preparing them for the
purposes of an Experimental Garden and a Cemetery.
That this can be done your Committee does not enter-
tain a doubt, and they respectfully recommend the
adoption of the following measures as best calculated
to insure success.

APPENDIX II.

LIST OF ORIGINAL SUBSCRIBERS.

Samuel Appleton,
Nathan Appleton,
Abel Adams,
James T. Austin,
Zabdiel B. Adams,
Benjamin Adams,
Charles Frederic Adams,
William Austin,
Charles Brown, Plymouth^
Joshua Blake,

Jesse Bird,
George W. Brimmer,
Silas BuUard,
Charles Barnard,
Ebenezer Bailey,
Joseph P. Bradlee,
Joseph Baker,
Jonas B. Brown,
John Brown,
Levi Brigham,

50

APPENDIX.

George Bond,
Jacob Bigelow,
Charles Brown,
Benjamin Bussey,
Dennis Brigham,
John Bryant,
James Boyd,
Joseph T. Buckingham,
Edwin Buckingham,
Zebedee Cook, Jr.
George W. Coffin,
Charles P. Curtis,
Thomas B. Curtis,
Alpheus Cary,
Josiah Coolidge,
Elizabeth Craigie,
Elijah Cobb,
George G. Channing,
Samuel F. Coolidge,
Joseph Coolidge,
James Davis,
WaiTcn Dutton,
Richard C. Derby,
James A. Dickson,
John Davis,
Daniel Denny,
H. A. S. Dearborn,
George Darracott,
David Eckley,
Alexander H. Everett,
Henry H. Fuller,
Robert Farley,

Benjamin Fiske,
Samuel P. P, Fay,
John Farrar,
Ebenezer B. Foster,
Charles Folsom,
Richard Fletcher,
Francis C. Gray,
John C. Gray,
Benjamin B. Grant,
Benjamin A. Gould,
Oliver Hastings,
Thomas Hastings,
Charles Hickling,
Zelotes Hosmer,
Daniel Henchman,
Elisha Haskell,
Abraham Howard,
Enoch Hobart,
Sarah L. Howe,
Zachariah Hicks,
Henderson Inches,
William In galls.
Doming Jarves,
Charles T. Jackson,
Joseph B. Joy,
George H. Kuhn,
Abel Kendall, Jr.
Josiah Loring,
Heniy Loring,
John Lamson,
Seth S. Lynde,
William Lawrence,

APPENDIX.

51

Amos Lawrence,
Abbott Lawrence,
John Lemist,
Francis C. Lowell,
Charles Lowell,
Henry Lienow,
Isaac Livermore,
Isaac Mead,
R. D. C. Merry,
Isaac McLellan,
Francis J. Oliver,
Thomas H. Perkins, Jr.
George W. Pratt,
Isaac Parker,
Samuel Pond,
John Pierpont,
Francis Parkman,
Edward W. Payne,
Josiah Quincy,
Henry Rice,
Ebenezer Rollins,
E. A, Raymond,
James Read,
James Russell,
Henry Robinson,
John Randall,
John P. Rice,
John L. Russell,
James Savage,
James S. Savage,

Lucius M. Sargent,
Isaac Staples,
Charles B. Shaw,
P. R. L. Stone,
Lemuel Stanwood,
George C. Shattuck,
Joseph Story,
Henry B. Stone,
Leonard Stone,
Robert G. Shaw,
Asahel Stearns,
Jared Sparks,
David A. Simmons,
David Stone,
Peter Thatcher,
Joseph H. Thayer,
Supply C. Thwing,
Frederic Tudor,
Charles Tappan,
Benjamin F. White,
Thomas Wiley,
Abijah White,
James Weld,
Samuel Walker,
Rufus W^yman,
Thomas B. Wales,
Samuel G. Will ams,
Samuel Whitwell,
George Whittemore,
Charles Wells.

FORM or CONVEYANCE.

Know all men by these presents, That the
Proprietors of the Cemetery of Mount Auburn, in con-
sideration of dollars, paid to them by of
the receipt of which is hereby acknowledged,
do hereby grant, bargain, sell and convey to the said
and heirs and assigns one lot of land
in the Cemetery of Mount Auburn, in the County of
Middlesex, situated on the way called and
numbered on the plan of said Cemetery, drawn by A.
Wadsworth, which plan is in the possession
of the said Corporation, for inspection by the said
grantee, heirs and assigns at all seasonable times ;
the said lot of land containing superficial
square feet.

To have and to hold the aforegranted premises unto
the said heirs and assigns, forever ; subject,

however, to the conditions and limitations, and with the
privileges following, to wit :

First, That the proprietor of the said lot shall have
the right to enclose the same, with a wall or fence, not
exceeding one foot in thickness, which may be placed
on the adjoining land of the Corporation, exterior to the
said lot ;

Second, That the said lot of land shall not be used for
any other purpose than as a place of burial for the dead ;

APPENDIX. 53

and no trees within the lot or border shall be cut down
or destroyed, without the consent of the Trustees of the
said Corporation.

Third, That the proprietor of the said lot shall have
the right to erect stones, monuments, or sepulchral
structures, and to cultivate trees, shrubs and plants, in
the same ;

Fourth, That the proprietor of the said lot of land
shall keep in repair, at his or her own expense, the land
marks of the same, which shall be erected by the Cor-
poration ;

Fifth, That if the land marks and boundaries of the
said lot shall be effaced, so that the said lot cannot, with
reasonable diligence, be found and identified, the said
Trustees shall set off, to the said grantee heirs

or assigns, a lot in lieu thereof, in such part of the
Cemetery as they see fit, and the lot hereby granted
shall, in such case, revert to the Corporation ;

Sixth, That if any trees or shrubs situated in said lot
of land shall by means of their roots, branches, or
otherwise, become detrimental to the adjacent lots or
avenues, or dangerous or inconvenient to passengers,
it shall be the duty of the said Trustees for the time
being, and they shall have the right, to enter into the
said lot and remove the said trees and shrubs, or such
parts thereof as are thus detrimental, dangerous or
inconvenient ;

Seventh, That if any monument, or effigy, or any
structure whatever, or any inscription be placed in or
upon the said land, which shall be determined by the
major part of the said Trustees for the time being, to be
oflfensive or improper, the said Trustees, or the major

54 APPENDIX.

part of them, shall have the right, and it shall be their
duty, to enter upon said land, and remove the said
offensive or improper object or objects ;

Eighth, The said lot of land shall be holden subject
to the provisions contained in an act of the General
Court, dated March 31, 1835, and entitled " An act to
incorporate the Proprietors of the Cemetery of Mount
Auburn."

And the said proprietors of the Cemetery of Mount
Auburn do hereby covenant to and with the said
heirs and assigns, that they are lawfully seized of the
aforegranted premises, and of the ways leading to the
same from the highway, in fee simple ; that they are
free from all incumbrances ; that the Corporation have
a right to sell and convey the said premises to the said
for the purposes above expressed : and that
they will warrant and defend the same unto the said
heirs and assigns forever.

In testimony whereof, the said proprietors of the
Cemetery of Mount Auburn have caused this instru-
ment to be signed by their President, and their Common
Seal to be hereto affixed, the day of in

the year of our Lord, one thousand eight hundred
and

Executed and delivered ?
in presence of ^

APPENDIX, IV.

AVENUES.

Beech Avenue leads from Central to Poplar.

Cedar

a

((

Cypress to Walnut.

Central

a

a

The Gate to Walnut.

Chestnut

u

a

Mountain to Poplar.

Cypress

u

a

Central to Walnut.

Citron

u

u

Oak to Magnolia.

Elm

a

u

Pine to Pine.

Fir

u

u

Elm to junction of Walnut and
Cypress.

Garden

li

a

Maple to Central.

Larch

a

»

Poplar to Maple.

Lime

u

u

Maple to Maple.

Laurel

ii

a

Walnut to Walnut.

Locust

a

it

Beech to Poplar.

Magnolia

u

a

Mountain to Maple.

Maple

u

11

Larch to Garden.

Mountain

u

u

Chestnut round Mount Auburn.

Oak

it

a

Magnolia to Willow.

Pine

u

u

C3Tpress to Central.

Poplar

u

u

Central to Chestnut.

Spruce

u

«

Pine to Walnut.

Walnut

u

u

Central to Mountain.

Willow

li

u

Poplar to Poplar.

56

APPENDIX.

FOOT-PATHS.

Alder Path leads from Locust avenue to Poplar avenue.

Aster " " Vine to Ivy path.

Amaranth" " Encircles the Crown of Harvard

Hill.

Almond " " Indian-ridge to Indian-ridge.

Aloe " " Lidian-ridge to Lime avenue.

Azalia " " Spruce avenue to Spruce.

Catalpa " " Indian-ridge to the same.

Clematis " " Magnolia avenue to the same.

Crocus " " Spruce to Fir avenue.

Cowslip " " Spruce to Walnut avenue.

Dell " ^'' Vine to Vine and Ivy paths.

Eglantine " " Fir to Spruce.

Fern " " Mountain to Walnut avenue,

Greenbrier " Pine to Fir.

Hawthorn " " Encircles Juniper Hill.

Hazel " " Mountain avenue to Rose path.

Hemlock " " Ivy path to Poplar avenue.

Holly " " Poplar avenue to Ivy path.

Harebell " " Walnut to Trefoil path.

Heath " " Fir to Spruce.

Indian-ridge " Larch avenue to Central avenue.

Iris " " Ivy path to Moss j)ath.

Ivy " " Poplar avenue to Woodbine path.

Jasmine " " Hawthorn path to Chestnut avenue.

.Lilac " " Indian-ridge path to Willow avenue,

Lily " " Woodbine path to Poplar avenue.

Linden " " Beech avenue to the same.

Lotus " " Magnolia avenue to Clematis path.

Lupine " " C3T)ress avenue to Spruce.

Mimosa " " Fir to Spruce.

APPENDIX.

57

Mayflower leads from Gate by north side of pond to

Garden avenue.

Myrtle " " Chestnut avenue to Hazel path.

Moss " " Ivy path to Laurel avenue.

Narcissus" " Willow avenue to Alder and Catalpa

paths, around Forest pond.

Olive " " Myrtle path to Sweetbrier path.

Osier " " Indian-ridge path to Willow avenue.

Orange " " Walnut avenue to the same.

Primrose " " Mayflower, south of Garden pond.

Pilgrim " " Walnut avenue to Spruce.

Rose " " Encircles Harvard Hill.

Rosemary " " Jasmine to Hawthorn path.

Sumac " " Moss path to Violet path.

Sweetbrier " Chestnut avenue to Hawthorn path.

Snowberry " Central to Pine avenue.

Sorrel " " Fir to Spruce.

Sedge " " Fir to Heath.

Trefoil " " Spruce to Orange.

Tulip « « Trefoil to Walnut.

Thistle " " Spruce to Cowslip.

Violet " " Walnut avenue to Ivy path.

Vine " " Moss path to Iris path.

Woodbine " Hawthorn path round Cedar hill.

Yarrow " " Greenbrier to Fir.

HILLS

Mount Auburn,
Harvard hill,
Temple hill,

Juniper hilL

2*

Cedar hill,
Pine hill.
Laurel hill.

APPENDIX, V

OFFICERS OF THE CORPORATION.

Joseph Story, President

George Bond, Treasurer, Office 9 Kilby Street.

B. R. Curtis, Secretary, Office 16 Court Street.

» trustees.

Samuel T. Armstrong, Benjamin R. Curtis,

Jacob Bigelow, Benjamin A. Gould,

George Bond, Isaac Parker,

Martin Brimmer, James Read,

Charles P. Curtis, Joseph Story.

Committee on lots.

George Bond, Jacob Bigelow, Charles P. Curtis.
Superintendent, James W. Russell.

TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION.

The price of a lot of 300 superficial feet is Eighty
Dollars, and in proportion for a larger lot.

Selections may be made on the following terms, and

APPENDIX. 59

the person who first reports his selection to the Secre-
tary, is entitled to a preference, to wit :

1. From any lots numbered 1 to 350 inclusive and
unsold, (a choice from these having been offered by
auction) at par.

2. From the remaining lots laid out and unsold, on
payment of Ten Dollars.

3. From any other part of the Cemetery, on the pay-
ment of Twenty Dollars.

Provided however, that in all cases the approbation
of the Committee on lots shall be required, before any
lot shall be laid out or enlarged.

Any Proprietor who exchanges his lot, shall pay
therefor the sum then chargeable by the Regulations,
for the right of selection ; provided however, that in no
case shall he pay less than Ten Dollars.

One dollar is payable to the Secretary for making
and recording each deed, and the same for each transfer
of a lot. *

Conditions, limitations, and privileges to which every lot is
subject by the deed of tlie Corporation, to tvit :

First. The Proprietor of the lot shall have a right to
enclose ^the same with a wall or fence, not exceeding
one foot in thickness, which may be placed on the
adjoining land of the Corporation exterior to the said
lot.

Second. The said lot shall not be used for any other

purpose than as a place of burial for the dead, and no

trees within the lot or border shall be cut down or
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60 APPENDIX.

destroyed, without the consent of the Trustees of the
said Corporation.

Third. The Proprietor of the said lot shall have the
right to erect stones, monuments, or sepulchral struc-
tures, and to cultivate trees, shrubs and plants in the
same.

Fourth. The Proprietor of the said lot shall keep in
repair, at his or her own expense, the land-marks of the
same, which shall be erected by the Corporation.

Fifth. If the land-marks and boundaries of the said
lot shall be effaced so that the said lot cannot with
reasonable diligence be found and identified, the said
Trustees shall set off, to the said grantee, his or her
heirs or assigns, a lot in lieu thereof, in such part of the
Cemetery as they see fit, and the lot hereby granted
shall, in such case, revert to the Corporation.

Sixth. If any trees or shrubs situated in said lot,
shall, by means of their roots, branches, or otherwise,
become detrimental to the adjacent lots or avenues, or
dangerous or inconvenient to passengers, it shall be the
duty of the said Trustees, for the time being, and they
shall have the right, to enter into the said lot, and
remove the said trees and shrubs, or such parts thereof
as are thus detrimental, dangerous, or inconvenient.

Seventh. If any monument or effigy, or any structure
whatever, or any inscription be placed in or upon the
said lot, which shall be determined by the major part
of the said Trustees for the time being, to be offensive
or improper, the said Trustees, or the major part of
them, shall have the right, and it shall be their duty, to
enter upon said lot, and remove the said offensive or
improper object or objects.

APPENDIX. 61

Eighth. The said lot shall be holden subject to the
provisions contained in an Act of the General Court,
dated March 31, 1835, and entitled " An Act to incoi>
porate the Proprietors of the Cemetery of Mount
Auburn."

(ly^ The Trustees request that all railings or inclosures
of lots, may he light, neat and symmetrical, — and that no
slabs be placed in the Cemetery unless in a horizontal
position,

PUBLIC LOT ON CYPRESS AVENUE.

This is an enclosure 30 by 90 feet, in which inter-
ments may be made on payment of Ten Dollars each.

REGULATIONS CONCERNING VISITERS.

The Secretary will issue to each Proprietor one Ticket of
Admission into the Cemetery with a vehicle, under the
folloiving Regulations — the violation of any of which,
or a loan of the Ticket, involves a forfeiture of the
privilege,

1. No person is admitted on horseback.

2. No vehicle is admitted unless accompanied by a
Proprietor, or a member of his or her household, w^ith
his or her ticket.

3. No vehicle is to be driven in the Cemetery at a
rate faster than a w^alk.

4. No horse is to be fastened except at the posts
provided for this purpose. No horse is to be left
unfastened without a keeper.

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5. All persons are prohibited from gathering any
flowers, either wild or cultivated, or breaking any tree,
shrub or plant.

6. All persons are prohibited from writing upon,
defacing and injuring any monument, fence, or other
structure in or belonging to the Cemetery.

7. All persons are prohibited from discharging
fu*e-arms in the Cemetery.

8. The gates are opened at sunrise, and closed at
sunset.

9. No money is to be paid to the porter.

10. No persons are admitted on Sundays and Holidays,
excepting Proprietors, and members of their household,
and persons accompanying them.

The Superintendent has the care of the Cemetery,
and is authorized to remove all who violate these regu-
lations, or commit trespasses. Trespassers are also
liable to be fined Jlfty dollars.

REGULATIONS CONCERNING INTERMENTS.

The key of the receiving tomb under Park Street
Church, is in charge of S. H. He we s, Esq. Superinten-
dent of Burying Grounds. Office at City Hall.

Printed forms of application for permission to de-
posite bodies in either receiving tomb, or in any lot,
may be had of him, or of the Superintendent of the
Cemetery, at the cottage — without which no interment can
he made.

SVORT'S ADDRESS.

JUDGE STORY'S ADDRESS.

My Friends !

The occasion, which brings us together, has much
in it calculated to awaken our sensibilities, and cast a
solemnity over our thoughts.

We are met to consecrate these grounds exclusively
to the service and repose of the dead.

The duty is not new ; for it has been performed for
countless millions. The scenery is not new; for the
hill and the valley, the still, silent dell, and the deep
forest, have often been devoted to the same pious
purpose. But that, which must always give it a peculiar
interest, is, that it can rarely occur except at distant
intervals; and, whenever it does, it must address itself
to feelings intelligible to all nations, and common to all
hearts.

The patriarchal language of four thousand years ago
is precisely that to which we would now give utterance.
We are " strangers and sojourners" here. We have
need of " a possession of a burying-place, that we may
buiy our dead out of our sight." Let us have " the
field, and the cave which is therein ; and all the trees,
that are in the field, and that are in the borders round
about ;" and let them " be made sure for a possession
of a burying-place."

It is the duty of the living thus to provide for the
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but it comes home to our own bosoms, as those who
are soon to enter upon the common inheritance.

If there are any feelings of our nature, not bounded
by earth, and yet stopping short of the skies, which are
more strong and more universal than all others, they
will be found in our solicitude as to the time and place
and manner of our death ; in the desire to die in the
arms of our friends ; to have the last sad offices to our
remains performed by their affection ; to repose in the
land of our nativity ; to be gathered to the sepulchres
of our fathers. It is almost impossible for us to feel,
nay, even to feign, indifference on such a subject.

Poetry has told us this truth in lines of transcendant
beauty and force, which find a response in every
breast : —

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned,

Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind ?

On some fond breast the parting soul relies ;

Some pious drops the closing eye requires ;
E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries;

E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

It is in vain that Philosophy has informed us, that the
whole earth is but a point in the eyes of its Creator, —
nay, of his own creation ; that, wherever we are, —
abroad or at home, — on the restless ocean, or the solid
land, — we are still under the protection of His provi-
dence, and safe, as it were, in the hollow of his hand.
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but dust, and to dust we shall return ; — that whether our
remains are scattered to the corners of the earth, or
gathered in sacred urns, there is a sure and certain hope
of a resurrection of the body and a life everlasting.
These truths, sublime and glorious as they are, leave
untouched the feelings of which I have spoken, or,
rather, they impart to them a more enduring reality.
Dust as we are, the frail tenements which enclose our
spirits but for a season, are dear, are inexpressibly dear
to us. We derive solace, nay, pleasure, from the reflec-
tion, that when the hour of separation comes, these
earthly remains will still retain the tender regard of
those whom we leave behind; — -that the spot, where
they shall lie, will be remembered with a fond and
soothing reverence ; — that our children will visit it in
the midst of their sorrows ; and our kindred in remote
generations feel that a local inspiration hovers round it.

Let him speak, who has been on a pilgrimage of
health to a foreign land. Let him speak, who has
watched at the couch of a dying friend, far from his
chosen home. Let him speak, who has committed to
the bosom of the deep, vsdth a sudden, startling plunge,
the narrow shroud of some relative or companion.
Let such speak, and they will tell you, that there is
nothing which wrings the heart of the dying, — -aye, and
of the surviving, — with sharper agony, than the thought,
that they are to sleep their last sleep in the land of
strangers, or in the unseen depths of the ocean.

" Bury me not, I pray thee," said the patriarch Jacob,
" buiy me not in Egypt : but I will lie with my fathers.
And thou shalt carry me out of Egypt ; and bury me in
their burying-place." — "There they buried Abraham

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and Sarah his wife; there they buried Isaac and
Rebecca his wife ; and there I buried Leah."

Such are the natural expressions of human feehng,
as they fall from the lips of the dying. Such are the
reminiscences that forever crowd on the confines of
the passes to the grave. We seek again to have our
home there with our friends, and to be blest by a com-
munion with them. It is a matter of instinct, not of
reasoning. It is a spiritual impulse, which supersedes
belief, and disdains question.

But it is not chiefly in regard to the feelings belong-
ing to our own mortality, however sacred and natural,
that we should contemplate the establishment of reposi-
tories of this sort. There are higher moral purposes,
and more affecting considerations, which belong to the
subject. We should accustom ourselves to view them
rather as means, than as ends ; rather as influences to
govern human conduct, and to moderate human suflTer-
ing, than as cares incident to a selfish foresight.

It is to the living mourner — to the parent, weeping
over his dear dead child — to the husband, dwelling in
his own solitaiy desolation — ^to the widow, whose heart
is broken by untimely sorrow — to the fi-iend, who
misses at every turn the presence of some kindred
spirit — it is to these, that the repositories of the dead
bring home thoughts full of admonition, of instruction,
and, slowly but surely, of consolation also. They
admonish us, by their very silence, of our own frail and
transitory being. They instruct us in the true value of
life, and in its noble purposes, its duties, and its destina-
tion. They spread around us, in the reminiscences of the
past, sources of pleasing, though melancholy reflection.

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We dwell with pious fondness on the characters and
virtues of the departed ; and, as time interposes its
growing distances between us and them, we gather up,
with more solicitude, the broken fragments of memory,
and weave, as it were, into our very hearts, the threads
of their history. As we sit down by their graves, we
seem to hear the tones of their affection, whispering
in our ears. We listen to the voice of their wisdom,
speaking in the depths of our souls. We shed our
tears ; but they are no longer the burning tears of agony.
They relieve our drooping spirits, and come no longer
over us with a deathly faintness. We return to the
world, and we feel ourselves purer, and better, and
wiser, from this communion with the dead.

I have spoken but of feelings and associations com-
mon to all ages, and all generations of men — to the
rude and the polished — to the barbarian and the civil-
ized— to the bond and the free — to the inhabitant of the
dreary forests of the north, and the sultry regions of the
south — to the worshipper of the sun, and the worship-
per of idols — to the Heathen, dwelling in the darkness
of his cold mythology, and to the Christian, rejoicing
in the light of the true God. Every where we trace
them in the characteristic remains of the most distant
ages and nations, and as far back as human history
carries its traditionary outlines. They are found in the
barrows, and cairns, and mounds of olden times, reared
by the uninstructed affection of savage tribes: and,
every where, the spots seem to have been selected with
the same tender regard to the living and the dead ; that
the magnificence of nature might administer comfort
to human sorrow, and incite human synmathy.

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The aboriginal Germans buried their dead in groves
consecrated by their priests. The Egyptians gratified
their pride and soothed their grief, by interring them in
their Elysian fields, or embalming them in their vast
catacombs, or enclosing them in their stupendous pyra-
mids, the wonder of all succeeding ages. The Hebrew^s
w^atched with religious care over their places of burial.
They selected, for this purpose, ornamented gardens,
and deep forests, and fertile valleys, and lofty mountains ;
and they still designate them w^ith a sad emphasis, as
the "House of the Living." The ancient Asiatics
lined the approaches to their cities vrith sculptured
sarcophagi, and mausoleums, and other ornaments,
embowered in shrubber}^', traces of which may be seen
among their magnificent ruins. The Greeks exhausted
the resources of their exquisite art in adorning the
habitations of the dead. They discouraged interments
w^ithin the limits of their cities ; and consigned their
reliques to shady groves, in the neighborhood of mur-
muring streams and mossy fountains, close by the
favorite resorts of those who were engaged in the study
of philosophy and nature, and called them, with the
elegant expressiveness of their own beautiful language.
Cemeteries,* or "Places of Repose." The Romans,
faithful to the example of Greece, erected the monu-
ments to the dead in the suburbs of the Eternal City,
(as they proudly denominated it,) on the sides of their
spacious roads, in the midst of trees and ornamental
walks, and ever- varying flowers. The Appian Way
was crowded with columns, and obelisks, and cenotaphs

* XoifureQia — literally, places of sleep.

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to the memory of her heroes and sages ; and, at eveiy
turn, the short but touching mscription met the eye, —
Siste, Viator, — Pause, Traveller, — inviting at once to
sympathy and thoughtfulness. Even the humblest
Roman could read on the humblest gravestone the kind
offering — "May the earth lie lightly on these remains !"*
And the Moslem successors of the emperors, indifferent
as they may be to the ordinary exhibitions of the fine
arts, place their burying-grounds in rural retreats, and
embellish them with studious taste as a religious duty.
The cypress is planted at the head and foot of every
grave, and weaves vrith a mournful solemnity over it
These devoted grounds possess an inviolable sanctity.
The ravages of war never reach them ; and victoiy and
defeat equally respect the limits of their domain. So
that it has been remarked, with equal truth and beauty,
that while the cities of the living are subject to all the
desolations and vicissitudes incident to human affairs,
the cities of the dead enjoy an undisturbed repose,
without even the shadow of change.

But I will not dwell upon facts of this nature. They
demonstrate, liowever, the truth, of which I have spoken.
They do more ; they furnish reflections suitable for our
own thoughts on the present occasion.

If this tender regard for the dead be so absolutely
universal, and so deeply founded in human affection,
why is it not made to exert a more profound influence
on our lives ? Why do we not enlist it with more per-
suasive energy in the cause of human improvement ?
Why do we not enlarge it as a source of religious con-

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solation? Why do we not make it a more efficient
instrument to elevate Ambition, to stimulate Genius,
and to dignify Learning? Why do we not connect
it indissolubly with associations, which charm us in
Nature and engross us in Art ? Why do we not dispel
from it that unlovely gloom, from which our hearts
turn as from a darkness that ensnares, and a horror
that appalls our thoughts ?

To many, nay, to most of the heathen, the burying-
place was the end of all things. They indulged no
hope, at least no solid hope, of any future intercourse
or re-union with their friends. The farewell at the
grave was a long, an everlasting farewell. At the
moment, when they breathed it, it brought to their
hearts a startling sense of their own wretchedness.
Yet, when the first tumults of anguish were passed,
they visited the spot, and strewed flowers, and garlands,
and crowns around it, to assuage their grief, and nourish
their piety. They delighted to make it the abode of
the varying beauties of Nature ; to give it attractions,
which should invite the busy and the thoughtful, and
yet, at the same time, afford ample scope for the secret
indulgence of sorroAV.

Why should not Christians imitate such examples ?
They have far nobler motives to cultivate moral senti-
ments and sensibilities ; to make cheerful the pathways
to the grave ; to combine with deep meditations on
human mortality the sublime consolations of religion.
We know, indeed, as they did of old, that " man goeth
to his long home, and the mourners go about the
streets." But that home is not an everlasting home;
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without hope. What is the grave to us, but a thm
barrier dividing Time from Eternity, and Earth from
Heaven ? What is it but " the appointed place of ren-
dezvous, where all the travellers on hfe's journey meet"
for a single night of repose ? —

" 'T is but a night, a long and moonless night,
We make the Grave our Bed, and then are gone."

Know we not

" The time draws on

When not a single spot of burial earth,
Whether on land, or in the spacious sea,
But must give up its long committed dust
Inviolate ?" —

Why then should we darken with systematic caution
all the avenues to these repositories ? Why should we
deposit the remains of our friends in loathsome vaults,
or beneath the gloomy crypts and cells of our churches,
where the human foot is never heard, save when the
sickly taper lights some new guest to his appointed
apartment, and " lets fall a supernumeraiy horror" on
the passing procession ? Why should we measure out
a narrow portion of earth for our graveyards in the
midst of our cities, and heap the dead upon each other
with a cold, calculating parsimony, disturbing their
ashes, and wounding the sensibilities of the living?
Why should we expose our buiying-grounds to the
broad glare of day, to the unfeeling gaze of the idler, to
the noisy press of business, to the discordant shouts of
merriment, or to the baleful visitations of the dissolute ?
Why should we bar up their approaches against real
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mourners, whose delicacy would shrink from observa-
tion, but whose tenderness would be soothed by secret
visits to the grave, and holding converse there with
their departed joys ? Why all this unnatural restraint
upon our sympathies and sorrows, which confines the
visit to the grave to the only time in which it must be
utterly useless — when the heart is bleeding with fresh
anguish, and is too weak to feel, and too desolate to
desire consolation ?

It is painful to reflect, that the Cemeteries in our
cities, crowded on all sides by the overhanging habita-
tions of the living, are walled in only to preserve them
from violation, and that in our countiy towns they
are left in a sad, neglected state, exposed to every sort
of intrusion, with scarcely a tree to shelter their barren-
ness, or a shrub to spread a grateful shade over the
new-made hillock.

These things were not always so among Christians.
They are not worthy of us. They are not worthy of
Christianity in our day. There is much in these things
that casts a just reproach upon us in the past. There
is much that demands for the future a more sphitual
discharge of our duties.

Our Cemeteries rightly selected, and properly
arranged, may be made subservient to some of the
highest purposes of religion and human duty. They
may preach lessons, to which none may refuse to listen,
and which all, that live, must hear. Truths may be
there felt and taught in the silence of our own medita-
tions, more persuasive, and more enduring, than ever
flowed from human lips. The grave hath a voice of
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at once to the thoughtlessness of the rash, and the
devotion of the good ; which addresses all times, and
all ages and all sexes ; which tells of wisdom to the
wise, and of comfort to the afflicted ; which warns us
of our follies and our dangers ; which whispers to us
in accents of peace, and alarms us in tones of terror ;
which steals with a healing balm into the stricken heart,
and lifts up and supports the broken spirit; which
awakens a new enthusiasm for virtue, and disciplines
us for its severer trials and duties ; which calls up the
images of the illustrious dead, with an animating
presence for our example and glory ; and which de-
mands of us, as men, as patriots, as christians, as immor-
tals, that the powers given by God should be devoted
to his service, and the minds created by his love, should
return to him with larger capacities for virtuous enjoy-
ment, and with more spiritual and intellectual bright-
ness.

It should not be for the poor purpose of gratifying
our vanity or pride, that we should erect columns, and
obelisks, and monuments to the dead ; but that we may
read thereon much of our own destiny and duty. We
know that man is the creature of associations and
excitements. Experience may instruct, but habit, and
appetite, and passion, and imagination, will exercise a
strong dominion over him. These are the Fates which
weave the thread of his character, and unravel the
mysteries of his conduct. The truth, which strikes
home, must not only have the approbation of his reason,
but it must be embodied in a visible, tangible, practical
form. It must be felt, as well as seen. It must warm,

as well as convince.

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It was a saying of Themistocles, that the trophies of
Mihiades would not suffer him to sleep. The feeling,
thus expressed, has a deep foundation in the human
mind ; and, as it is well or ill-directed, it will cover us
with shame, or exalt us to glory. The deeds of the
great attract but a cold and listless admiration, Avhen
they pass in historical order before us like moving
shadows. It is the trophy and the monument, which
invest them with a substance of local reality. Who,
that has stood by the tomb of Washington on the quiet
Potomac, has not felt his heart more pure, his wishes
more aspiring, his gratitude more warm, and his love
of country touched by a holier flame? Who, that
should see erected in shades, like these, even a ceno-
taph to the memory of a man like Buckminster, that
prodigy of early genius, would not feel that there is an
excellence over which death hath no power, but which
lives on through all time, still freshening with the lapse
of ages ?

But passing from those, who by their talents and
virtues have shed lustre on the annals of mankind, to
cases of mere private bereavement, who, that should
deposit in shades, like these, the remains of a beloved
friend, would not feel a secret pleasure in the thought,
that the simple inscription to his worth would receive
the passing tribute of a sigh from thousands of kindred
hearts ? That the stranger and the traveller would lin-
ger on the spot with a feeling of reverence ? That they,
the very mourners themselves, when they should revisit
it, would find there the verdant sod, and the fragrant
flower, and the breezy shade ? That they might there,
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the luxury of grief ? That they might there realize, in
its full force, the affecting beatitude of the scriptures :
" Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be com-
forted ?"

Surely, surely, we have not done all our duty, if there
yet remains a single incentive to human virtue, without
its due play in the action of life, or a single stream of
happiness, which has not been made to flow in upon
the waters of affliction.

Considerations like those which have been sug-
gested, have for a long time turned the thoughts of
many distinguished citizens to the importance of some
mol-e appropriate places of sepulture. There is a
growing sense in the community of the inconveniences
and painful associations, not to speak of the unhealthi-
ness of interments, beneath our churches. The tide,
which is flowing with such a steady and widening
current into the narrow peninsula of our metropolis,
not only forbids the enlargement of the common limits,
but admonishes us of the increasing dangers to the
ashes of the (lead from its disturbing movements.
Already in other cities, the church-yards are closing
against the admission of new incumbents, and begin to
exhibit the sad spectacle of promiscuous ruins and
intermingled graves.

We are, therefore, but anticipating at the present
moment, the desires, nay, the necessities of the next
generation. We are but exercising a decent anxiety to
secure an inviolable home for ourselves and our pos-
terity. We are but inviting our children and their
descendants, to what the Moravian Brothers have, with
such exquisite propriety, designated as " the Field of
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A rural Cemetery seems to combine in itself all the
advantages which can be proposed to gratify human
feelings, or tranquillize human fears ; to secure the best
religious influences, and to cherish all those associa-
tions which cast a cheerful light over the darkness of
the grave.

And what spot can be more appropriate than this, for
such a purpose ? Nature seems to point it out with
significant energy, as the favorite retirement of the
dead. There are around us all the varied features of
her beauty and grandeur — the forest-crowned heights ;
the abrupt acclivity ; the sheltered valley ; the deep
glen ; the glassy glade ; and the silent grove. Here are
the lofty oak, the beach, that " wreathes its old fantastic
roots so high," the rustling pine, and the drooping wil-
low ; — the tree, that sheds its pale leaves with every
autumn, a fit emblem of our own transitoiy bloom ; and
the evergreen, with its perennial shoots, instructing us
that " the winteiy blast of death kills not the buds of
virtue." Here is the thick shrubbery to protect and
conceal the new-made grave ; and there is the wild-
flower creeping along the narrow path, and planting its
seeds in the upturned earth. All around us there
breathes a solemn calm, as if we were in the bosom of
a wilderness, broken only by the breeze as it murmurs
through the tops of the forest, or by the notes of the
warbler pouring forth his matin or his evening song.

Ascend but a few steps, and what a change of scenery
to surprise and delight us. We seem, as it were in an
instant, to pass from the confines of death to the bright
and balmy regions of life. Below us flows the winding
Charles with its rippling current, like the stream of
time hastening to the ocean of eternity. In the dis-

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tance, the city, — at once the object of our admiration
and our love, — rears its proud eminences, its ghttering
spires, its lofty towers, its graceftil mansions, its curling
smoke, its crowded haunts of business and pleasure,
which speak to the eye, and yet leave a noiseless lone-
liness on the ear. Again we turn, and the walls of our
venerable University rise before us, with many a recol-
lection of happy days passed there in the interchange
of study and friendship, and many a grateful thought of
the affluence of its learning, which has adorned and
nourished the literature of our countiy. Again we
turn, and the cultivated farm, the neat cottage, the
village church, the sparkling lake, the rich valley, and
the distant hills, are before us through opening vistas ;
and we breathe amidst the fresh and varied labors
of man.

There is, therefore, within our reach, every variety
of natural and artificial scenery, which is fitted to
awaken emotions of the highest and most affecting
character. We stand, as it were, upon the borders of
two worlds ; and as the mood of our minds may be,
we may gather lessons of profound wisdom by
contrasting the one with the other, or indulge in the
dreams of hope and ambition, or solace our hearts by
melancholy n editations.

Who is there, that in the contemplation of such a
scene, is not ready to exclaim with the enthusiasm of
the poet,

" Mine be the breezy hill, that skirts the down,
Where a green, grassy turf is all I crave,

With here and there a violet bestrown,

Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave,

And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave !"

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And we are met here to consecrate this spot, by
these solemn ceremonies, to such a purpose. The
Legislature of this Commonwealth, with a parental
foresight has clothed the Horticultural Society with
authority (if I may use its own language) to make a
perpetual dedication of it, as a Rural Cemetery or
Burying-Ground, and to plant and embellish it with
shrubbery, and flowers, and trees, and walks, and other
rural ornaments. And I stand here by the order and
in behalf of this Society, to declare that, by these
services, it is to be deemed henceforth and forever
so dedicated. Mount Auburn, in the noblest sense,
belongs no longer to the livmg, but to the dead It is a
sacred, it is an eternal trust. It is consecrated ground.
May it remain forever inviolate !

What a multitude of thoughts crowd upon the mind
in the contemplation of such a scene. How much of
the future, even in its far distant reaches, rises before
us with all its persuasive realities. Take but one little
narrow space of time, and how affecting are its asso-
ciations ! Within the flight of one half century, how
many of the great, the good, and the wise, will be gath-
ered here ! How many in the loveliness of infancy,
the beauty of youth, the vigor of manhood, and the
maturity of age, will lie down here, and dwell in the
bosom of their mother earth ! The rich and the poor,
the gay and the wretched, the favorites of thousands,
and the forsaken of the world, the stranger in his soli-
tary grave, and the patriarch surrounded by the kindred
of a long lineage ! How many will here bury their
brightest hopes, or blasted expectations ! How many
bitter tears will here be shed ! How many agonizing
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feet will cross the pathways, and returning, leave behind
them the dearest objects of their reverence or their love !
And if this were all, sad indeed, and funereal would
be our thoughts ; gloomy, indeed, would be these
shades, and desolate these prospects.

But — thanks be to God — the evils, which he permits,
have their attendant mercies, and are blessings in dis-
guise. The bruised reed will not be laid utterly pros-
trate. The wounded heart will not always bleed. The
voice of consolation will spring up in the midst of the
silence of these regions of death. The mourner will
revisit these shades with a secret, though melancholy
pleasure. The hand of friendship will delight to cher-
ish the flowers, and the shrubs, that fringe the lowly
grave, or the sculptured monument. The earliest
beams of the morning will play upon these summits
with a refreshing cheerfulness ; and the lingering tints
of evening hover on them with a tranquillizing glow.
Spring will invite thither the footsteps of the young by
its opening foliage ; and Autumn detain the contempla-
tive by its latest bloom. The votary of learning and
science will here learn to elevate his genius by the
holiest studies. The devout will here offer up the
silent tribute of pity, or the prayer of gratitude. The
rivalries of the world will here drop from the heart :
the spirit of forgiveness will gather new impulses ; the
selfishness of avarice will be checked ; the restlessness
of ambition will be rebuked; vanity will let fall its
plumes ; and pride, as it sees " what shadows we are, and
what shadows we pursue," will acknowledge the value
of virtue as far, immeasurably far, beyond that of fame.

But that, which will be ever present, pervading these
shades, like the noon-day sun, and shedding cheerful-

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ness around, is the consciousness, the irrepressible con-
sciousness, amidst all these lessons of human mortality,
of the higher truth, that we are beings, not of time but
of eternity — " that this corruptible must put on incorrup-
tion, and this mortal must put on immortality" — that
this is but the threshold and starting-point of an exist-
ence, compared with whose duration the ocean is but as
a drop, nay the whole creation an evanescent quantity.
Let us banish, then, the thought, that this is to be the
abode of a gloom, which will haunt the imagination
by its terrors, or chill the heart by its solitude. Let us
cultivate feelings and sentiments more worthy of our-
selves, and more worthy of Christianity. Here let us
erect the memorials of our love, and our gratitude, and
our glory. Here let the brave repose, who have died
in the cause of their country. Here let the statesman
rest, who has achieved the victories of peace, not less
renowned than war. Here let genius find a home, that
has sung immortal strains, or has instructed with still
diviner eloquence. Here let learning and science, the
votaries of inventive art, and the teacher of the philos-
ophy of nature come. Here let youth and beauty,
blighted by premature decay, drop, like tender blos-
soms, into the virgin earth; and here let age retire,
ripened for the harvest. Above all, here let the bene-
factors of mankind, the good, the merciful, the meek,
the pure in heart, be congregated ; for to them belongs
an undying praise. And let us take comfort, nay, let us
rejoice, that in future ages, long after we are gathered
to the generations of other days, thousands of kindling
hearts will here repeat the sublime declaration,
" Blessed are the dead, that die in the Lord, for they
rest from their labors ; and their works do follow them."

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Probably one of the first objects of the stranger's
attention in approaching Mount Auburn, will be the
Egyptian gateway at the principal entrance. Of the
design of this we have spoken before. It has met with
general favor ; but the material has not escaped criti-
cism. Many persons are dissatisfied with even a good
wooden imitation of stone ; they would like stone itself
much better; and we do not hesitate to adopt that
opinion. For certain strictures on the inscription which
will be noticed over the porch of the entrance, we
entertain less respect. " Then shall the dust return to
the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return to God who
gave ity"* is the verse ; — a selection, we need not remind
the reader, from the Old Testament, and a happy illus-
tration, it seems to us, (as has been remarked) of the
fact that the holy men of old were no strangers to the
consolations and hopes of the doctrine of the soul's
immortality. It has been said that the inscription has
not enough in it of that cheerfulness with which the
christian should look to the future, and which the gos-
pel is so eminently adapted to encourage. It appears
to us, on the contrary, that the import of these words
looks obviously enough to the great distinction, that
while the body of man must moulder into dust, his soul
shall survive the grave, and live forever.

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On another point, the author of an elaborate and
beautiful essay in one of our quarterly publications,
throws out some intimations, respecting the justice of
which there may be various opinions. He suggests
that the appeai'ance of cultivated flowers in the enclo-
sure is not at first entirely in keeping with the associa-
tions of the place, Eveiy thing that is not indigenous
to the spot, seems as though it must be of an unnatural
or sickly nature. There may be some reason, he says,
for placing a particular flower or shrub at the grave of
a friend ; but the rearing of flowers for mere ornament,
or for any other purpose than the one just specified,
seems like life amidst corruption, or the intrusion of art
amidst the wildness of nature. Whatever exception
may be taken to these strictures by any admirers of
floral cultivation, controversy respecting it may well be
spared, since the plan of any considerable or conspicu-
ous Botanical establishment, to be connected with the
Cemetery, (as the reader of the history of Mount
Auburn will have noticed ivas the design,) has, as we
understand, been long since abandoned.

One of the most remarkable in every respect of the
monuments at Mount Auburn will be likely to attract
the visitor's notice — ^notwithstanding the charms of
sweet little G rd n Pond which he leaves on his left —
before he has advanced far up the principal avenue
leading from the gate- way into the midst of the grounds.
This is the tomb of Spurzheim ; — an elegant but plain
oblong sarcophagus, erected by subscription, and bear-
ing no other inscription than the simple name.

The location, as well as the beauty of this monument,
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attention. The writer whom we have already quoted
thinks there is also something in its situation, between
two of the walks, not far from the entrance, to excite
in the minds of some a classic recollection, though
more perhaps in fancy than in true correspondence
with the passage in question ; — ^referring to Virgil's
Ninth Eclogue, 59 —

" Hinc adeo media — est nobis xia ; namq ; sepulchrum,
Incipit apparere Bianoris."

In the minds of few observers, however, will musings
of this nature be uppermost as they contemplate the
resting-place of the remains of a man like Spurzheim.
All who have made themselves acquainted, even super-
ficially, with the character and career of this distin-
guished individual will feel, at the sight of the name on
the marble, a mingled emotion of admiration and sor-
row. Whether they may believe, or not, in the theory
of which he was the advocate, they will not deny him
the tribute due to those signal virtues, talents, and
labors, whose merit was in no degree dependent on
either the soundness or success of the system to which
he was so much devoted. Of this, various opinions are
and will be entertained, but not of his professional
accomplishments, of his spirit as a philosophical en-
quirer, or his excellencies as a man. Many undisputed
services he rendered also to the cause of science, and
to that, at the same time, of humanity at large. He
gave, for example, wherever he went, a fresh impulse
to just and liberal views of education, and of the vast
importance of its general diffusion. In all his studies,
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of his Species. He was a philanthropist, no less than a
philosopher, — a lover of his race. Truly was it said of
him, at the time of his decease, by one who knew him
well — "There was one thing which he thought most
needful for us, and for all men to learn and study ; and
another, which of all things he deemed the most im-
portant to accomplish or to strive after. If we sum up
all that he taught us of the harmony and variety of our
physical organization, of the temperaments, the animal,
intellectual, and moral faculties, was not all this instruc-
tion given for a single object to teach us, or rather,
induce us to study, the nature of man ? And if we
think over all he taught of education, of natural morality
and religion, we find that the practical end of all his
inquiries was the improvement and happiness of man,^'*

From the same authority we learn that, being ask-
ed what peculiar effect he thought his system had had
on his own mind — he said, that without it he would
have been a misanthrope ; that the knowledge of hu-
man nature had taught him to love, respect and pity
his fellow-beings. Those, adds this writer, who attend-
ed his lectures will never forget how his countenance
was lighted up with joy whenever he spoke of a trait
of kindness evinced by any being, whether he was
looking up at the noble head of Oberlin, or pointing at
the skull of a little dog that had been remarkable for
his kindly disposition ; and how the light of his coun-
tenance suddenly changed into darkness, and his voice
almost failed him, when with averted looks and hand
he pointed at the portrait of the man who murdered
his own mother.

That this kindliness was eminently characteristic of

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Spurzheim, is well known to all who enjoyed his ac-
quaintance. A warm and wide-embracing benevolence
was at the foundation of all his philosophy. His views
were intended at least to be practically useful. Nor
was it in sentiment alone that this spirit appeared.
Spurzheim was not one of those philanthropists whose
goodness evaporates in lectures, — who satisfy their
consciences and their hearts by talking and writing,
and gaining some reputation, and giving an impulse
perhaps to other men. His was a character full of
energy and execution. He was restless to do the good
he thought of and talked of He was anxious for actual
reform wherever it was needed, and willing to lead
himself in the work, cost what it might. No appeal,
indeed, of any description, where the heart was con-
berned, was ever made to him in vain. " He always,"
continues his biographer, " chose for himself, in pref-
erence, the performance of that duty which required
the greater effort and self-denial. It is certainly not
going too far if we say that his anxious desire to fulfil
his engagements in Boston and in Cambridge, was the
chief cause of his death. Though oppressed by indis-
position, and contrary to the entreaties of his medical
friends, he continued to lecture ; and once in his last
sickness, he started up with the intention to dress him-
self, to go to Cambridge. All who have attended his
course remember the unwearied kindness with which
he was wont to hear and answer any question that was
put to him at the close of his lecture by any one of his
hearers, even when he was quite exhausted." It is an
interesting trait, added in another connection to this
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who was truly desirous of studying his system, to be
exckided from his lectures by poverty ; and was always
glad in such a case to give tickets. He intrusted
several of his friends, we are told, with a number of
tickets for such persons as they knew to be desirous
of studying Phrenology, and too poor to attend his
lectures; and he added the special request that their
names might not be mentioned to him, lest their
feelings should be hurt by the favor he had bestowed.

We have alluded to his spirit as a philosophical
inquher. In this respect it may be that justice is
not universally rendered him. It was his fortune to
encounter prejudice of various kinds. Some, who gave
him credit for benevolent intentions, yet considered
him almost a mono-maniac, in regard to phrenology at
least. This mistake arose from ignorance. Spurzheim
was an enthusiast. He could not have endured or
encountered a tithe of what he did but for this. A sober
enthusiast, however a candid, reasonable enthusiast,
he certainly was. As the grand end he aimed at was
man's good, so the grand means to that end, in his
estimate, was truth.

In one of his works he proposes the question,
*What should be the aim of eveiy description of
study ?' He answers, ' The establishment of truth, and
the attainment of perfection ;' and he quotes the saying
of Confucius, ' Truth is the law of heaven, and perfec-
tion is the beginning and end of all things.' Dr. Follen
reminds us of the words with which he began one
of his lectures : ' I do not want you to believe what I
propose to you ; I only want you to hear what I have
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for yourselves whether it be true. If you do not find
it true to nature, have done with phrenology ; but if it
be true, you cannot learn it one minute too soon.'

Of the particular denominational tenets of Spurz-
heim we are not informed, but his biographer has
much to say of the general religious temper of his
mind. This was mfused, too, into his philosophy as
well as his conduct. We are told that the great aim of
all his inquiries into human nature, was, to search out
the will of God in the creation of man. Obedience to
His laws he considered as the highest wisdom, and
most expansive freedom. Li speaking of theories of
man's invention, he remarked, * We say a great deal,
and we think we do a great deal ; we would be wise
above what is given, and work upon the works of God ;
but it is all nothing. Thy will be done ! The Father
is always overlooked. We look to him perhaps amid
great trials and on great occasions ; but not in smaller
things. We say, "they are too little." It is this in
which we err. Can anything that concerns his chil-
dren, be too little for a Father V

It is in every way characteristic of this illustrious
man that while he resided in Boston, he spent a
great part of his time in visiting our public institutions,
our hospitals, prisons, house of industry, churches,
and schools. He was also present at the public exhi-
bitions of our university, and showed a hearty interest
in every effort at improvement, in individuals and in the
community. His heart was with us in every attempt
at improving our laws, at keeping up the purity of
morals in the community, reforming the vicious, raising
the condition of the poor, and particularly in the
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education of the young, in which he was desirous of
aiding us by the results of his own observation and
reflection. At the same time "his modesty and his
habits of patient investigation prevented him from
judging hastily of what he noticed."

We have been led, almost inadvertently, into these
sketches. Tlie subject has a charm in it. It is the
contemplation of human nature in its best estate. If any
other apology than tliis were necessary for such a tribute,
the reader might be reminded of Spurzheim's celebrity
as a public man. Hence no little curiosity concerning
him, — a curiosity not always gratified by an impartial
statement of facts. Nor can we forget that he came
among us an advocate, however mistaken, for great and
sacred interests. In these he labored^ To these he
devoted himself as a victim. We are told that the
great exertions which Dr. Spurzheim made during his
residence in Boston, proved at last too powerful even
for his strong and vigorous constitution, which seemed
more energetic in proportion to his labors, while it was
actually sinking under them. Besides his course on the
anatomy of the brain, which he delivered at the Medical
School, he lectured every day, alternately, at the Boston
Atheneeum, and at Cambridge. His great physical
and mental eflfort during the delivery of his lectures,
was obvious from the large drops that rolled down his
face, forming a striking contrast with the easy, calm,
systematic, persuasive and sportive character of his
deliveiy. But these efl^orts brought on an exhaustion of
his system, which was rendered dangerous by his
frequent rides at night, when returning home from his
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beautiful discourse on charity and mutual forbearance)
while he was diffusing light and warmth among his
hearers, he was seen suddenly shivering. From that
time his illness increased. He grew more feverish, but
he continued to lecture, contrary to the entreaties of
his friends, saying, that he would not disappoint his
hearers, and that the exertion would help him to throw
off his indisposition. From the beginning of his course
the number of his hearers had been continually in-
creasing with every lecture ; at last he exchanged his
lecture-room at the Athenaeum for the large hall in
the Temple. He had finished his course in this city
with the exception of one ; and in order to prevent
any uncertainty with regard to the place where he was
to give his concluding lecture, and desirous of consult-
ing the wishes of his hearers, before he left the hail, he
inquired of them, * In what place shall we meet next
time .^' He knew not that there was no human voice
which could rightly answer that question. He returned
from this lecture to his lodgings,not to leave them again.*
And so Spurzheim was destined to end here his
labors and his life together. There is something
touching in the thought of his situation:

No sacred voice of Father-land,
Like home familiar sooth'd his bed.
Nor ancient friend's best welcome hand

Raised his sick head.
From the bright home that gave him birth,
A pilgrim o'er the ocean wave,
He came, to find in other earth

A stranger's grave.

3* * Follen's Eulogy.

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In his meridian blaze of fame,
With mind and heart and courage high,
Man's good his hope, — God's praise his theme, —
He cajne to die !*

Such was the character of this early and most cele-
brated occupant of the grounds of Mount Auburn. Of
his history it is proper to add something, for the
satisfaction of such of our readers as may have been
less familiar with it than the inhabitants of this vicinity
are presumed to be. And here we shall still be indebted
to his friend and countryman, Dr. Follen.

Gaspar Spurzheim was born on the 31st of Decem-
ber, 1775, at Longvich, a village near the city of Treves,
on the Moselle, in the lower cuxle of the Rhine, now
under the dominion of Prussia. His father was a far-
mer,— in his religious persuasion, a Lutheran. Young
Spurzheim received his classical education at the
college of Treves ; and was destined by his friends for
the profession of Theology. In consequence of the
war between Germany and France, in 1797, the stu-
dents of that college were dispersed, and Spurzheim
went to Vienna. Here he devoted himself to the study
of medicine, and became the pupil, and subsequently the
associate of Dr. Gall, then established as a physician at
Vienna, and whose attention had long before this been
deeply engaged in the investigation of what was after-
wards commonly known as Craniology, or the doctrine
of the skull : — one of the later improvements of Spurz-
heim was to entitle it Phrenology, or the doctrine of
the mind.

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It was at Vienna, in 1800, that he first attended a
private course which Dr. Gall had repeated during the
four preceding years, in order to explain to a select
audience his new theory. The dissection of tlie brain
itself still remained imperfect until 1804, when Spurz-
heim became his associate, and undertook especially
the anatomical department. From that time, in their
public as well as private demonstrations of the brain,
Spurzheim always made tlie dissections, and Gall
explained them to the audience.

The great interest excited by these lectures roused
the fears of the government of Austria ; and an impe-
rial decree, which prohibited all private lectures unless
by special permission, silenced the two teachers, and
induced them, in 1805, to quit Vienna. They travelled
together through Germany, explaining their discov-
eries in the chief universities and cities. Their
anatomical demonstrations were regarded with much
applause. Their peculiar views on the connection of the
external brain with the character met with many oppo-
nents. In ]807, they began lecturing in Paris, and
large and learned audiences sometimes listened to their
expositions. Cuvier is said to have received their
system favorably at first, but to have been afterwards
swayed by the haughtiness of the First Consul, who
had seen with displeasure that the French Institute had
awarded a prize medal to Sir H. Davy for his galvanic
experiments, and *at a levee rated the wise men of his
land, for allowing themselves to be taught chemistry
by an Englishman, and anatomy by a German.'

In Paris the two lecturers began publishing. They
remained in that city until 1813. The next year,
Spurzheim went over to England, and thence to Scot-

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land, lecturing m various places, London included. To
Edinburg he devoted seven months, the Edinburg
Review having come out very strongly against him. He
procured but one letter of introduction for that city,
that was to the reputed author of the essay. He visit-
ed him, and obtained permission to dissect a brain in
his presence. He succeeded in convincing some of
his hearers of the truth of the results of his researches.
A second day was named. The room was crowded, and
the result, in a word, was, that the city from which the
anathema had issued against phrenology, became the
principal seat of it, for there, in 1820, a phrenological
society was formed, (at the head of which stands Mr.
G. Combe,) and there a phrenological journal still
continues to be published.

Spurzheim returned, in 1817, to London, where his
doctrine had meanwhile made converts, and where
he was chosen Licentiate of the Royal College of
Physicians. During the three years of his residence
in England, he published several works on Phrenology.
He then returned to Paris, and resumed his medical
practice to some extent. There also he mamed a lady,
who deceased only a year or two previous to his visit-
ing America. Meanwhile his publications proceeded.
He also visited England again, and then Scotland, in
1828. It is stated that in London (1826) when he now
lectured, 'not only the large lecture-room of the
London Institution, but all the staircases, corridors, and
passages leading to it, were filled with hearers.'

It was in 1832 he first saw America, landing in
August, at New York, (during the prevalence of the
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New Haven on the way, to this city, with which he
fek already famihar, through a number of Bostonians,
whom he had become acquainted with in Europe. He
intended to stay in this country about two years, to
lecture in the principal towns, then to visit the different
tribes of our Indians ; and at last to return to Paris.
How these plans were frustrated, we have already seen.
He died November 10th, 1832, in his 56th year.

The proceedings in relation to his funeral sufficiently
indicate the estimation in which his character was held.
On the day following his decease a number of his
friends assembled to determine what honors should be
rendered him. At this meeting, the Hon. J. Quincy,
President of the University, in the chair, it was voted,
that the arrangement of the funeral obsequies of the
deceased, and of the measures proper to be adopted to
express a sense of the public loss by the death of Dr.
Spurzheim, and the respect entertained by the inhabi-
tants of this city and its vicinity for his talents and vir-
tues, be committed to the Hon. J. Quincy, Dr. Nathaniel
Bowditch, Hon. J. Story, Dr. J. Tuckerman, Dr. Follen,
Professor Barber, Professor Beck, Dr. William Grigg,
George Bond and Charles P. Curtis, Esqrs.

Other committees, of equal respectability, were
appointed, including one, consisting of Hon. J. Pickering
and three other learned gentlemen, to whom all the
papers and other property of the deceased were
entrusted. On the 17th the funeral services took place
at Park Street Church, and a Eulogy was delivered by
Dr. Follen. The remains of Spurzheim were not per-
manently interred on this occasion, but deposited in the
" Stra^igers Tomb," (belonging to these grounds,) and

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the following order taken by the Committee first above
named, viz : " That a place for the permanent deposit
of the body of Dr. Spurzheim be prepared at Mount
Auburn, in case it should not be requested to be sent
to Europe by his friends and relatives ; and that a mon-
ument be erected over his tomb ; and for this purpose
that a subscription be opened among those vi^ho are
vrilling to pay this tribute to his memorj^" Hence the
origin of the monument which has detained us so long.
We may add that the Medical Association of this city
voted to attend the funeral obsequies as a body, and at
the same time " resolved," unanimously^ that, " we view
the decease of Dr. Spurzheim and the termination of
his labors, as a calamity to mankind, and in an especial
manner, to this country."

The following Ode was written for the funeral by
the Rev. Mr. Pierpont : —

Stranger, there is bending o'er thee

Many an eye with sorrow wet :
All our stricken hearts deplore thee :

Who, that knew thee, can forget ?
Who forget what thou hast spoken ?

Who, thine eye — thy noble frame ?
But, that golden bowl is broken,

In the greatness of thy fame.

Autumn's leaves shall fall and wither

On the spot where thou shalt rest ;
'Tis in love we bear thee thither,

To thy mourning Mother's breast.
For the stores of science brought us,

For the charm thy goodness ga\re,
For the lessons thou hast taught us,

Can we give thee but a grave ?

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Nature's priest, how pure and fervent

Was thy worship at her shrine !
Friend of man, — of God the servant,

Advocate of truths divine, —
Taught and charmed as by no other,

We have been, and hoped to be ;
But while waiting round thee. Brother,

For thy light — 'tis dark with thee ! —

Dark with thee ! — no ; thy Creator,

All whose creatures and whose laws
Thou didst love, — shall give thee greater

Light than earth's, as earth withdraws.
To thy God thy godlike spirit

Back we give, in filial trust :
Thy cold clay — we grieve to bear it

To its chamber — but we must.

In the immediate neighborhood of Spui*zheim's tomb
may be seen the monuments of " Benjamin Fiske," and
" Gedney King," both on Central Avenue, but before
advancing farther in this direction, the visiter will prob-
ably be induced to turn aside a moment to notice, at a
little distance from the brink of Garden Pond, a plain
modest sarcophagus of freestone, with the name of
William Gallagher inscribed on it, — well known for
a long period in Boston and its vicinity as the Landlord
of the " Howard Street House." He died in 1834, and
this monument was erected over his remains " by a
few friends who, although connected with him by no

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ties of kindred, knew, loved, and honored him,"
one side of the stone we read these hnes —

" Pause in thy onward way ; one resteth here,
Who claims the simple reverence of a tear.
Single in heart, in conduct firm and pure,
Direct in purpose, in affection sure.
He graced, what few can grace, a humble path ; —
This sod his body holds, but God his spirit hath."

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WILLIAM GALLAGHER.

This monument is on the visiter's left as he walks up
Central Avenue from the gateway. If he turn aside a
short distance into the thin woods on his right, — a
comparatively sequestered, but highly attractive part of
the grounds, — he will soon find himself in Green-briar
Fath, Here stands a sarchophagus niarkjed with the

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name of " Curtis " and not far from this it is under-
stood a memorial is about being erected over the
remains of one, the late sudden termination of whose
useful career demands from us something more than a
passing notice.

James Freeman Curtis was born in Boston, the son
of a merchant, well known as a member of the firm of
Loring & Curtis, one of the oldest in the country.
Educated in the Latin School of this city, at the begin-
ning of the last war w ith England, in June, 1812, being
fourteen years of age, he obtained his father's consent
to enter the naval service of the United States, and
made his first voyage as a Midshipman on board the
frigate Chesapeake, which cruised many months under
the command of Captain Samuel Evans. In June,
1813, the frigate sailed again from Boston under a new
commander, the brave but unfortunate Lawrence, and
was captured the same day by the Shannon. Mr.
Curtis, in that bloody battle, in which the Captain, first
Lieutenant, Master, Boatswain, Marine Officer, and an
acting Lieutenant, comprising almost all the deck-
officers, were killed or wounded, served as aid-de-camp
to the Commander. He was carried to Halifax, and
was one of the officers selected by the British as hosta-
ges for the lives of certain Englishmen imprisoned by
our Government. Afterwards he served as Midship-
man in the Constitution when, under Commodore
Stewart, she captured in the same action the frigate
Cyane and the Levant ; he was sent home by the Com-
modore second in command of the Cyane, and arrived
with the prize at New York. In 1815, after peace with
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chastise the Algerines, then in power in the Mediter-
ranean. His next service of importance was as first
Lieutenant of the brig Porpoise, which was ordered to
the West Indies to protect our commerce from pirates.
Mr. Curtis personally destroyed, by leading his men in
boats up a deep lagoon at the imminent risk of his life,
one of the most considerable establishments of these
miscreants. After these duties were performed he
obtained a furlough, and made several voyages to India
and Europe in the merchant-service, during which
period, as captain of a brig, it fell to his lot to rescue
the lives of eight fellow-beings, left in the midst of the
Atlantic, their ship having foundered.

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Such was the activity of the youth of Curtis. Nor
was it less signal in after years, though, liaving resigned
his commission in the Navy in 1824, (at the time of his
marriage) it displayed itself in another sphere of use-
fulness and duty. His fellow-citizens were familiar
with him particularly as Superintendant of the
Boston and Worcester Rail Road, in which office he
remained till his decease.*

Somewhere in the vicinity of Green-briar Path, it is
understood that a monument is to be erected, by the
subscriptions of friends, to the memory of the late
lamented Thomas G. Fessenden, author of several
popular works, and for many years Editor of the New
England Farmer.

Resuming now our walk up Central Avenue, and
passing a monument which bears the name of " Still-
man Lothrop," we come to a handsome white marble
column on the left, inscribed thus : " To Hannah
Adams, Historian of the Jews, and Reviewer of the
Christian Sects, this is erected by her Female Friends.
First tenant of Mount Auburn, she died Dec. 15th,
1831, aged 76."

On Beech Avenue will be seen a monument erected
by " S. F. Coolidge," with the inscription, " The gift
of God is eternal life."

On the same Avenue is Dr. J. Bigelow's, — a round
unfinished column of marble, with a festoon of olive
leaves hung about it near the top ; and farther onward
two granite obelisks, with the names of " Stone," and
" Stephens."

^ This sketch is founded on an article in the Daily
Advertiser,

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This brings us to Cedar Avenue, where we find the
name of " Melzar Dunbar " on one stone, and that of
" Lienow" on another, — the latter an unfinished column,
like Dr. Bigelow's.

STILLMAN LOTHROP.

"Peacefully shaded by this oak, sleeps Eliza Ann
Lothrop, who died Dec. 7th, 1835, in the 19th year of
her age.

Her life was free from guile,

Her trust was in Christ."

On Poplar Avenue, the stranger's eye will be arrested
by the monument of " McLellan," railed in (as are many
others) with an elegant iron fence. Among the names
on the tablets, each side of the door of the tomb

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HANNAH ADAMS.

S. F. COOLIDGE.

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DR. BIGELOW.

STONE.

STEVENS.

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M. DUNBAR.

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McLELLAN.

beneath, appears that of Henry Blake McLellan, who
died in 1833, at the age of 22, to which the inscription
adds that he was " graduated at Harvard University in
1829, commenced the study of divinity at Andover, spent
two years at the University of Edinburg, and on the
continent of Europe, in the completion of his Studies."
He returned home, but a fever closed his life in three
months afterwards. The writer of the article on Mount
Auburn (already cited) in the Quarterly Observer,*
alludes to him in these feeling terms : —

" There is one at rest in his tomb in this enclosure,

* Generally attributed (there can be no impropriety in
saying) to the Rev. Mr. Adams, of the Essex Street Church,
in Boston, by the influence of whose predecessor, Mr.
Green, we may here mention, the professional career of
young McLellan was in no small measure directed.

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who was known to a large circle of friends, and whose
bright prospects were early shut in by death. Having
enjoyed every advantage for the improvement of his
mind, and of preparation for future usefulness by visit-
ing foreign lands, he returned to the bosom of his
family, to die. He came forth as a flower, and was cut
down. Here he sleeps in the neighborhood of that
seminary where he spent four of the most important
years of his life, and in which he formed attachments
of peculiar strength, and where he aft;erwards loved to
come and in the spirit of faithfulness and affection
converse upon subjects which had assumed an infinite
importance in his mind. Should we now express for
him the feelings of anxiety upon the subject of religion
with which he left college, his convictions that he had
not found a satisfactory and permanent resting place
for his hopes for eternity, and his subsequent acquaint-
ance with evangelical truth, and the divine Savior
who is its distinguished glory and chief corner stone,
we should write upon his tomb, —

*■' I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since. With many an arrow deep infix'd
My panting side was charg'd, when I withdrew
To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
There was I found by one, who had himself
Been hurt by th' archers. In his side he bore,
And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars.
With gentle force soliciting the darts,
He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live."

The author of the Memoir of McLellan, attached to
the Journal of his Travels in Europe, which was

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published soon after his decease, states that not long
previous to leaving this country he wrote, in one of his
letters, the follow^ing passage in relation to the Ceme-
tery at Mount Auburn. It is justly remarked that the
coincidence of that passage with the event of his death
was certainly striking ; ahd that the sentences possess a
peculiar interest, when we remember that he himself
was the first member of the family laid to rest in that
Rural Cemetery, and that there he is now, according to
his own wish, " sleeping his long, cold sleep."

" You speak of the Rural Cemeteiy at Sweet Auburn.
I am pleased with the project. It will undoubtedly
succeed. I am happy to learn that father contemplates
taking a spot there; with those pleasant places my
college days are tenderly connected, and I would love
there to sleep my long, cold sleep. To such a place there
is a permanence which is wanting to the common
church-yard; the bodies there deposited rest quietly
forever ; besides, to such a spot we are led by our best
sympathies, to shed tears, or scatter flowers. I am glad
too that my dear father is about to make arrangements
for our common burial-place, that, as we have been
united in life, we may not be separated in death."

The circumstances of McLellan's brief history, and
still more his character, possessed such interest for all
Avho knew him, that we feel no necessity of apologizing
for borrowing from the memoir mentioned above the
following lines, relating to the subject of this sketch.
The reader will doubtless trace in tjiem the pen of a
writer whose productions have gained for him no little
reputation : —

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Soon the pale scholar learneth that the star
That lured him onward leadeth to the grave ;
And that full many a dull and sombre stain,
Is with life's gayer tissues deep inwrought.
And thou, my brother, o'er thy human lore
Hast ceased to cast the student's thoughtful eye !
Thou saw'st the sparkles in life's golden cup,
And fain wouldst of its various sweets have quaffed,
But never lived to taste the poison of the draught.

I oft have sat, at that still hour, when slow
From her dim hall, the purple twilight came,
And shut the shadowy landscape from the view,
To mark the picture thy warm fancy drew
Of coming life — its triumphs and its joys.
Alas, fond dreamer, all thy earthly hopes
Are buried low beneath the church-yard stone.
The crumbling mould is now thy narrow bed,
And the tall church-yard tree waves mournfully o'er thy
head.

And can it be that on life's flinty way
No more thy happy voice shall cheer me on !
Yes, the kind tones are smothered in the grave ;
The gentle heart hath ceased fore'er to beat ;
The healthy cheek hath lost its ruddy bloom,
And the pale brow hath yet a paler hue ;
The beaming eye is darkened in decay ;
And the pure breath hath left its mortal frame,
As from the extinguished hearth-stone fails the living flame!

Thy parents hoped, through many a long bright year,
To walk with thee adown the vale of time,
And from thy filial love support receive ;
They hoped, around the cheerful winter fire.

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To hear thee tell thy foreign wanderings o'er,
By Tweed's green shores, and down the golden Rhine ;
They hoped to hear their youthful preacher raise
His suppliant voice within the house of prayer,
And lead unto their God the erring sinners there.

I lately mused beside thy peaceful grave,
In Auburn's sweet and consecrated shades ;
'T was Autumn, and a mellow sunset cast
Its trembling smile along the golden woods,
And silence waved her tranquillizing wing.
There rose the beech-tree in its dying pomp,
The maple and the sumach clad in gold.
The sycamore, in princely garments drest.
And the pale silvery birch, kissed by the glowing west.

As there I mused, me thought how fit a spot
To rest, when life's brief fitful fever ends !
There can the living stand with chastened minds,
And, in the vast cathedral of the woods,
Pour forth their sorrows o'er the dead around.
As the dry leaves fell thickly round my feet,
They seemed fit emblems of man's dying lot ;
And solemn thought of mortal's common doom
Sank deeply in my heart, beside man's silent tomb !

As long I traced the tablet o'er thee raised,
The big tear came unbidden to mine eye.
And thoughts of other times swept o'er my mind.
I thought, dear Henry, of our boyish years.
When life to us seemed all a merry day,
— One round of joy, from morn till closing eve.
Youth's rosy bloom, and childhood's gay delight,
Each careless ramble, and each rural sport,
Thronged in successive crowds, in memory's busy court !

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" Friend of my youth ! with thee began my love
For sacred song, — the wont, in golden dreams,
'Mid classic realms of splendors past, to rove
O'er haunted steep, and by immortal streams,"
Now, though thy mortal harp no more shall sound,
Nor yield response to my fraternal strain,
Yet sweet the thought, that, in a better world,
Thy sainted spirit strikes the seraph lyre
In worship of thy God, with all the angelic choir !

On one side of the marble which has led to this
somew^hat extended notice, is an inscription " To the
memory of a much-loved Father, General William Hull,
who died at Newton, Mass., Nov. 29, 1825, aged 74
years : also of an only Brother, Captain Abraham Fuller
Hull, who fell at the Battle of Bridge water, Lundy's
Lane, July 25, 1814, aged 24 years."

Before leaving Poplar Avenue the monument of
" Choate," surmounted by an urn, will be noticed. In
Oak Avenue we find that of "Prichard." That of
"Martha Ann Fisher" is not far distant, on Willow
Avenue, — bearing the inscription, " She is not here —
she is risen." The two next, on the same Avenue,
show the names of " Williams" and "McLeod."
On the latter is the verse,

" She pleased God, and was beloved of him,
So that she was translated ; yea,
Speedily was she taken away."

And an inscription follows : — " In memory of Harriet
D. McLeod, who died June 20th, 1834, aged 19 years,
this monument of surviving affection, and of hopes
long cherished, and suddenly destroyed on the eve of

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CHOATE.

PRICHARD.

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MARTHA ANN FISHER.

racLEOD.

WHiLIAIKIS.

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their fulfilment, is erected, with faith in God, and
submission to his will, by her nearest friend :

'' She died, and left to me
This spot, this calm, and quiet scene ;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be."

Next in this direction will be seen the monuments
inscribed "Gushing" and "Thayer." On the latter is
an inscription " in memory of Amasa Thayer, born in
Braintree, March 26, 1764, died in Antigua, Oct. 18,
1813; and of Elizabeth, his widow, born in Boston,
May 5, 1760, interred here May 23, 1834 :—

They meet

To part no more,

And, with celestial welcome, greet,

On an immortal shore."

Following this is the obelisk of " Wyman and Howe,"
bearing the date of 1834, and the single word, round
the base, '^ resurgemusJ'^

The pannelled monument with plinths, which we
now come to, will suggest many reflections similar to
those awakened by one already noticed. The Observer
calls the object of it truly " a young man of talents and
great promise." The inscription reads thus :

Edwin Buckingham.

Boston Mechanics placed this Cenotaph here.

Born, 1810; died, 1833.

'The sea his body, Heaven his spirit holds.'

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The following lines, occasioned by the decease of
Buckingham, and the authorship of which is ascribed
to Mr. Sprague, appeared, not long after that event,
in the New England Magazine, of which highly
respectable publication he was a proprietor, as well
as the editor of it, in connection with his father, for
several years : —

Spare him one little week, Almighty Power !
Yield to his Father's house his dying hour ;
Once more, once more let them, who held him dear,
But see his face, his faltering voice but hear ;
We know, alas ! that he is marked for death,
But let his Mother watch his parting breath :
Oh ! let him die at home !

It could not be :
At midnight, on a dark and stormy sea.
Far from his kindred and his native land,
His pangs unsootlied by tender Woman's hand,
The patient victim in his cabin lay,
And meekly breathed his blameless life away.

* * * *

" Wrapped in the raiment that it long must wear,
His body to the deck they slowly bear :
How eloquent, how awful in its power.
The silent lecture of Death's sabbath hour !
One voice that silence breaks — the prayer is said,
And the last rite man pays to man is paid :
The plashing waters mark his resting place,
And fold him round in one long, cold embrace ;
Bright bubbles for a moment sparkle o'er,
Then break, to be, like him, beheld no more ;

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GUSHING.

THAYER.

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WYMAN AND HOWE.

EDWIN BUCKINGHAM.

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Down, countless fathoms down, he sinks to sleep,
With all the nameless shapes that haunt the deep."

M « « «

Rest, Loved One, rest — beneath the billow's swell,
Where tongue ne'er spoke, where sunlight never fell ;
Rest — till the God who gave thee to the deep.
Rouse thee, triumphant, from the long, long sleep.
And You, whose hearts are bleeding, who deplore
That ye must see the Wanderer's face no more,
Weep — he was worthy of the purest grief ;
Weep — in such sorrow ye shall find relief ;
While o'er his doom the bitter tear ye shed,
Memory shall trace the virtues of the dead ;
These cannot die — for you, for him they bloom,
And scatter fragrance round his ocean-tomb.

" Of all the burying places for the dead," says the
writer just quoted, "there is no one to be compared to
the sea. Such multitudes are gathered together there,
that in the apostle's vision of the resurrection, one of
its scenes could not fail to be this : * And the sea gave
up the dead which were in it' The sea is the
burying-place of the old world ; to them have been
added thousands from the new, out of evei*y clime and
generation. The loss of a friend at sea, occasions
peculiar affliction, not only because of the separation
from the sympathy and care of friends in the trying
hour, but because the imagination is left to picture
distressing events attending the death and burial; —
the slowly sinking form ; the ship that had paused to
leave it in the deep, sailing on; the under-currents
taking it into their restless courses, till perhaps it is
brought to the shores of its own home, or cast upon

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the rocks of a foreign land, or upon some lone island,
or sunk to rest at the bottom of the deep, ^ with the
earth and her bars about it forever.' At the family
tomb and the frequented grave, sorrow can make a
definite complaint; but to weep through sleepless
nights when the storm carries the accustomed thoughts
to the sea, which had long detained the expected
friend, and now is known to have his form somewhere
in its unrelenting holds, is affliction that receives new
poignancy each time that the excited imagination
presents a new image of distress or terror. But could
we divest ourselves of the natural disposition to dwell
upon the sad associations of such a burial, we might
feel that there is much attending it to awaken sublime
and pious emotions. No remains seem to be so
peculiarly in the care of God, as those of one that is
buried in the sea. The fact that * no man knoweth of
his sepulchre,' leads the thoughts directly to God aa
the guardian of the dead, and makes us feel that as He
only knew his lying down. He has taken him into his
peculiar protection. * The sea is His ;' its graves are
all before him, and the forms which sleep there are as
safe for the resurrection, as any that repose in the
monumental tomb."

On the marble marked with the name of " Mason "
will be found the following inscription : —

" 'I am the resurrection, and the life ; he that believeth
in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live ; and
whosoever liveth, and believeth in me, shall never die.'

Alfred Mason, born March 24, 1804, died April 12,
1828, at New York. His remains were here deposited
Nov., 1835.

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James J. Mason, born June 13, 1806, married Jan.
22d, 1835, died June 13, 1835. ' He cometh forth like
a flower, and is cut down ; he fleeth also as a shadow,
and continueth not.' 'I know that he shall rise again
in the resurrection at the last day.' "

The monuments of " Howard," and of " Cooke and
Whitney," are among the last on this Avenue. We copy
the inscription of the former, though long, as an
interesting illustration of a class of family memorials
of a similar description : —

"'We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be
changed.' For this corruptible must put on incorrup-
tion, and this mortal must put on immortality. — 1 Cor.,
15 chap., 51, 53 v.

Here are deposited the remains of Elizabeth Howard,
wife of the Rev. Simeon Howard, D. D. She died
April 13, 1777, aged 43 years :

Algernon Sidney Howard, youngest son of Simeon
Howard, D. D., who died April 19, 1796, aged 19 years :

Simeon Howard, D. D., who died Aug. 13, 1804,
aged 71 years:

John Clarke Howard, M. D., first son of Simeon
Howard, D. D., who died Aug. 11, 1810, aged 36 years:

Christiana R. S. Howard, youngest daughter of John
Clark Howard, who died May 27, 1812, aged 14 months :

James Swan Howard, second son of John Clark
Howard, who died June 28, 1814, aged 5 years :

Hepsebah Clark Swan Howard, relict of John Clark
Howard, who died Sept. 14, 1833, aged 55 years."

On Locust Avenue the stranger's eye will be attracted
by a modest column of free-stone, surmounted by an
urn, and bearing, in gold letters, an inscription to the

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memory of one with whose name he will probably be
familiar. Warren Coleurn, the Arithmetician, died
in 1833, at the age of forty. "Simple in manners,
guileless in heart, educated by his own genius, he has
left to the world a new avenue to mathematical
science. His friends, that his memory may be honored,
and his example cherished for imitation, have erected
this monument."

The wide circulation of the standard treatises for
schools, particularly those on Algebra and Arithmetic,
produced by Mr. Colburn, renders it unnecessaiy to do
more than allude to them. At the same time it is but
justice to mention his great zeal in behalf of education
at large. Many important improvements in machinery
are also due to his ingenuity and scientific research,
the fruits of which are especially visible in the
manufacturing establishments of Lowell, where he
resided, an exceedingly useful and highly respected
citizen, about ten years. It is doubtless true to all
practical and substantial purposes, as stated in the
inscription above quoted, that Mr. Colburn was " educa-
ted by his genius." It may be proper to add, however,
that he was graduated at Hai /ard College in 1820. His
private character was most exemplary. A writer,
about the time of his decease, remarked of him justly,
that " his study through life seemed to be to do good."

On Locust Avenue a handsome sarcophagus shows
the familiar and ancient name of "Cheever." The
inscription reads thus : —

"Bartholomew Cheever was born in Canterbuiy,
County of Kent, England, in 1607 ; came to America
1637 ; died in 1693, aged 86.

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MASON.

HOWARD.

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WARREN COLBURN.

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Pilgrim Father, one of a handful God hath multiplied
into a nation!

Richard, Bartholomew, Daniel, William Downs,
Eleanor and Elizabeth, who now likewise rest from
their labors, were of the generations who have risen
up to bless thy name. Caleb Davis was born in
Woodstock, Conn., in 1739, was educated a merchant,
resided in Boston ; died July 6, 1797, aged 58. He was
Speaker to the first House of Representatives under
the constitution of the Commonwealth, distinguished
alike for piety and patriotism. Eleanor Cheever,
daughter of William Downs Cheever and Elizabeth
Edwards, was born Feb. 1, 1749-50 — married to Caleb
Davis, Sept. 9, 1787 — died Jan. 2, 1825, aged 75 years.
The records of the Boston Female Orphan Asylum,
tell of her associated labors in the cause of suffering
humanity."

Not far from the tomb of the Cheevers, on Mountain
Avenue, the visiter will hardly fail to notice the
beautiful plain cross, of white marble, which bears the
name of "Swett."

" The Strangers' Tomb," already mentioned, appears
on Hawthorne Path. This establishment, belonging to
the Proprietors of Tremont House, (Boston) was built in
1833, for the interment of strangers who might decease
in the Hotel, and intended as a place of either permanent
or transient deposit. Its construction is somewhat pecu-
liar. A vault is dug in the earth, of a pentagonal
shape, on one side of which are the steps for entrance,
and on each of the other four sides are three rows of
horizontal cells, three in a row, one above another;
making thirty-six cells in all, radiating from the centre.

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Each cell is seven feet long, two feet broad, and
eighteen inches high at the aperture. They are
composed of mica slate, and calculated to contain each
one coffin of an adult If the remains are permanently
deposited, the aperture of the cell is closed with a
marble tablet, bearing the name, &c. of the deceased.
A pentagonal building, of Quincy granite, about six
feet high, is erected over this spot.

The interments in this tomb have been those of
Sidney Hayes of Smyrna, deceased October 20, 1832 ;
and Jasper Macomb, of New York, an officer in the
United States Army, deceased December 15, 1833.

On Hawthorne Path also, is the monument of " Z. B.
Adams," and not far from this, on Jasmine Path, that of
"Hildreth," an elegant ornamented sarcophagus, sur-
mounted by a cross. On Sweet-briar Path are the tomb
and obelisk of " George W. Coffin," bearing inscriptions
to the Hon. Peleg Coffin, who died in 1805, and to his
widow who died in 1838, at the age of 81. The monu-
ment of" Andrews," an oblong-square sarcophagus, will
be found on Hazel Path ; and in the same neighborhood
that of " Hoffman," a cenotaph, with an inscription as
follows :

" In memory of a beloved and only son. Frederick
William, son of David and Mary Hoffman, of Baltimore,
Maryland.

His early piety, rare talents, great industry, gentle
and graceful manners, endeared him to the aged and
the young. His studies in Harvard University were
terminated by sudden illness. Accompanied by his
parents for Italy, he died at Lyons, France, on the 30th
November, 1833, aged 17 years."

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CHEEVER.

SWETT.

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Z. B. ADAMS.

HILDRETH.

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GEORGE W. COFFIN.

ANDREWS.

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HOFFMAN.

JOHN HOOKER ASHMUN.

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His remains rest in the vault of his family, in his
native place.

On the same Avenue a handsome vrhite marble
monument, of somewhat peculiar style, is marked with
the well-known name of "John Hooker Ashmun," a
man of whom much might be said, but the ample
inscription (ascribed to the pen of the late lamented
Charles Chauncey Emerson) will doubtless be deemed
a sufficient notice : —

" Here lies the body of John Hooker Ashmun, Royal
Professor of Law in Harvard University, who was
born July 3, 1800, and died April 1, 1833. In him the
science of Law appeared native and intuitive ; he went
behind precedents to principles: and books were his
helpers, never his masters. There was the beauty of
accuracy in his understanding, and the beauty of
uprightness in his character. Through the slow
progress of the disease which consumed his life, he
kept unimpaired his kindness of temper, and superiority
of intellect. He did more sick, than others in health.
He was fit to teach at an age when common men are
beginning to learn, and his few years bore the fruit of
long life. A lover of truth, an obeyer of duty, a
sincere friend and a wise instructer.

His pupils raise this stone to his memory."

On Hazel Path also will be seen the most sumptuous
and costly erection in the Cemetery, the monument of
" Samuel Appleton," constructed, in fine Italian marble,
after the beautiful model of the tomb of Scipio
Africanus, disinterred some years since at Rome. On
Ivy path, most of those who see the name of " Francis
Stanton," on a plinth, supporting the faustum of a

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column and an urn, will scarcely need to be reminded
of his virtues even by these few lines: —

" An upright merchant, a useful citizen, a valued
friend, died July 30, 1835, aged 50 years. This
monument is raised by his associates and friends, who
knew his worth and cherish his memory."

On Vine Path, a monument bears the name of " John
Murray, Preacher of the Gospel: born in Alton,
England, Dec. 10, 1741 ; died in Boston, Sept. 3, 1815 ;
re-entombed beneath this stone June 8th, 1837.

Erected at the recommendation of the United States
General Convention of Universalists."

On Vine Path is a round marble supported by a
square pedestal. The name inscribed on it, will call
to mind another of that multitude who have been
called off from among us in the apparent prime at
once of their usefulness and their promise. The
inscription makes record only of one, whose decease
has been said to have hastened his own — that of his
wife, at the age of 20 years ; — it still remains that
justice be rendered to Frederic P. Leverett. As
Superintending Teacher, for many years, of that
important institution, the Boston Latin School, he
gained an enviable reputation, and deserved it. Still
more, perhaps, his memory as a scholar will owe to
some of his school-books. His Latin Lexicon, particu-
larly, merits a place among the first class of works of
the kind, wheri^er produced. We here allude to it
specially the rather because it was specially charac-
teristic of the author. His life was identified with this
labor, indeed, in a sense worthy of notice. It is said
that, after the years which were spent in its preparation

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for the public eye, the last sheet finally went to press
on the very morning of Mr. Leverett's decease. The
established standing this work has attained throughout
this country, and in the highest of our seminaries of
education among the rest, is a sufficient evidence of its
merit; but it ought to be added that it has done
something too — as such works always must do — for
American scientific and literary reputation abroad.
We agree with one of our principal critical authorities
that it reflects honor not only on the persons engaged
in its preparation, but on our country; and that we
have all " a just right to feel proud that a work so
learned, so correct, so elaborate, is the result of
American ability and industry, and American enter-
prise." "Wherever," adds this writer, " the Latin
language is studied, and the English language spoken,
it will be received with grateful acknowledgments."
Thus much of eulogy on a book will be excused, by
Bostonians at least, for it is in fact a eulogy, and a just
one, on a man ; one which we fear there will not be
very frequent occasion to repeat in other cases,
renowned as Boston is for its treatises for schools, for
the age is not of a character ofl;en to produce, in this
department, what Leverett's Lexicon has been truly
entitled, " a monument of patient toil."

The visiter, in full view of the beauties of " Conse-
cration Dell," will probably now wander into Violet
Path, where the monument of " Hicks " will arrest his
attention ; and into Alder Path, where that of
" Wetmore " appears.

That of "J. S. Savage" is seen also in this last-
named direction ; and then, at no great distance, in one

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of the loveliest situations which the grounds afford,
the beautiful column marked ^vith the name of
" Story ;" — a name never to be mentioned Vi^ithout
honor, but especially noticeable to those w^ho have
taken a deep interest in the designing and decoration
of this Cemetery from its first beginning to the present
day. The inscription on this marble runs thus : —

" Of such is the kingdom of heaven.
Caroline, born June, 1810, died Februaiy, 1811.
Joseph, born June, 1811, died October, 1815.
Caroline, born April, 1813, died April, 1819.
Mary, born April, 1814, died March, 1815.
Louisa, born May, 1821, died May, 1831."

No comment can add anything to the sad impres-
siveness of the tale these lines disclose, all simple as
they are, did the delicacy of the subject admit of our
attempting to make any. We adopt, as an expression
more suitable in eveiy point of view, the " Lines on
the Death of a Daughter," which appeared not far from
the date last above mentioned, and have since been
embodied with the miscellaneous works of the
distinguished author : —

" Farewell, my darling child, a sad farewell !
Thou art gone from earth, in heavenly scenes to dwell ;
For sure, if ever being, formed from dust,
Might hope for bliss, thine is that holy trust.
Spotless and pure, from God thy spirit came ;
Spotless it has returned, a brighter flame.
Thy last, soft prayer was heard — No more to roam ;

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LEVERETT.

HICKS.

k

MONUMENTS.

163

WETMORE.

M^^

SAVAGE.

MONUMENTS.

165

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Thou art, ('twas all thy wish,) thou art gone home.*

Ours are the loss, and agonizing grief,

The slow, dead hours, the sighs without relief,

The lingering nights, the thoughts of pleasure past.

Memory, that wounds, and darkens, to the last.

How desolate the space, how deep the line.

That part our hopes, our fates, our paths, from thine !

We tread with faltering steps the shadowy shore ;

Thou art at rest, where storms can vex no more.

When shall we meet again, and kiss away

The tears of joy in one eternal day ?

Most lovely thou ! in beauty's rarest truth !
A cherub's face ; the breathing blush of youth ;
A smile more sweet than seemed to mortal given ;
An eye that spoke, and beamed the light of heaven ;
A temper, like the balmy summer sky.
That soothes, and warms, and cheers, when life beats high ;
A bounding spirit, which, in sportive chase,
Gave, as it moved, a fresh and varying grace ;
A voice, whose music warbled notes of mirth,
Its tones unearthly, or scarce formed for earth ;
A mind, which kindled with each passing thought,
And gathered treasures, when they least were sought ; —
These were thy bright attractions ; these had power
To spread a nameless charm o'er every hour.
But that, which, more than all, could bliss impart,
Was thy warm love, thy tender, buoyant heart.
Thy ceaseless flow of feeling, like the rill,
That fills its sunny banks, and deepens still.
Thy chief delight to fix thy parents' gaze.
Win their fond kiss, or gain their modest praise.

* The last words, uttered but a few moments before her
death, were, '* I want to go home."

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When sickness came, though short, and hurried o'er,
It made thee more an angel than before.
How patient, tender, gentle, though disease
Preyed on thy life ! — how anxious still to please !
How oft around thy mother's neck entwined
Thy arms were folded, as to Heaven resigned !
How oft thy kisses on her pallid cheek
Spoke all thy love, as language ne'er could speak !
E'en the last whisper of thy parting breath
Asked, and received, a mother's kiss, in death.

But oh ! how vain, by art, or words, to tell,
What ne'er was told, — affection's magic spell !
More vain to tell that sorrow of the soul,
That works in secret, works beyOnd control,
When death strikes down, with sudden crush and power,
Parental hope, and blasts its opening flower.
Most vain to tell, how deep that long despair,
Which time ne'er heals, which time can scarce impair.

Yet still I love to linger on the strain —
'Tis grief's sad privilege. When we complain,
Our hearts are eased of burdens hard to bear ;
We mourn our loss, and feel a comfort there.

My child, my darling child, how oft with thee
Have I passed hours of blameless ecstasy !
How oft have wandered, oft have paused to hear
Thy playful thoughts fall sweetly on my ear !
How oft have caught a hint beyond thy age,
Fit to instruct the wise, or charm the sage !
How oft, with pure delight, have turned to see
Thy beauty felt by all, except by thee ;
Thy modest kindness, and thy searching glance ;
Thy eager movements, and thy graceful dance ;

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And, while I gazed with all a father's pride,
Concealed a joy, worth all on earth beside !

How changed the scene ! In every favorite walk
I miss thy flying steps, thy artless talk )
Where'er I turn, I feel thee ever near ;
Some frail memorial comes, some image dear.
Each spot still breathes of thee — each garden flower
Tells of the past, in sunshine, or in shower;
And, here the chair, and, there the sofa stands,
Pressed by thy form, or polished by thy hands.
My home, how full of thee ! — But where art thou .?
Gone, like the sunbeam from the mountains brow ;
But, unlike that, once passed the fated bourn.
Bright beam of heaven, thou never shalt return.
Yet, yet, it soothes my heart on thee to dwell ;
Louisa ,darling child, farewell, farewell !"

In the close vicinity of Forest Pond, another of the
most charming of those ornaments which it w^ould
seem nature had provided w^ith express reference to
the present use of these grounds, will be noticed a
simple Egyptian pedestal, surmounted by a short
obelisk, erected by Mr. " Faxon ;" and beyond this a
monument, the taste of which is attributable to
Professor " Webster," whose name it shows, together
with the following records : —

"John R. Webster, obt. 1820, aged 18 months.

Harriet W. Webster, obt. 1833, aged 10 years.

Grant Webster, obt. 1797, aged 80.

John White, obt. 1805, aged 80.

Sarah White, obt. 1807, aged 11,

Elizabeth Davis, obt. 1812, aged IQ,

Redford Webster, obt. 1833, aged 72.

Hannah Webster, obt. 1833, aged ^i:""

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The next monument we come to, a plain free-stone
pedestal, surmounted by an urn, belongs to a class of
which we have already noticed several interesting
specimens — those erected by the subscription of
friends. They naturally lead us to look for something
of rather special interest in the character of the
subjects of such attentions ; and the case before us is
one in which those to whom the name of Clement
DuRGiN has been familiar will be by no means disap-
pointed in this expectation. The inscription speaks
for itself : —

" Associate Principal of Chauncey Hall School,
Boston, born Sept. 29, 1802, died Sept. 30, 1833.

A student and lover of nature, in her wonders he
saw and acknowledged, and through them adored, her
beneficent Author. His life was a beautiful illustration
of his philosophy ; his death of the triumph of his
Faith. His pupils have reared this monument as an
imperfect memorial of their grateful affection and
respect."

Passing, not far from this monument, one which
bears the name of " Thaxter," and another, on Indian
Ridge Path, marked with that of " Williams," we come
in the same direction to Mr. Bond's, an obelisk
distinguished at once by its elegance and its simplicity.
No chisel has yet disturbed the marble's surface, else
might one perhaps exclaim with the poetess,

There is a name upon the stone ;

Alas ! and can it be the same —
The young, the lovely, and the loved ?

It is too soon to hear thy name^
Too soon!

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" We would avoid," says the writer for the Quarterly
Observer, cited so often, " even an apparent intrusion
upon the privacy of grief, but cannot forbear to speak
of one who has found a grave in this enclosure, whose
person and accomplishments and amiable character,
and her endeared relation to a large circle of acquaint-
ances and friends, together with her opening prospects
of life and happiness, made her lamented even by those
who were comparatively strangers. Some of the
circumstances attending the close of her life, well
known to many who did not need relationship or
intimacy to make them exquisitely touching, gave an
affecting interest to the event. Her sudden and
mournful removal was like tearing out a slender but
far-spreading tendril that had wound itself about
beneath a deep and rich vine on the side of a dwelling,
and leaving, as it came away, its place of repose
disfigured and torn beyond the help of future suns and
showers. It seems sometimes that death is commis-
sioned to seek out a victim whose departure, more
than that of any other, will mock at the sympathies
and endearments which make dying seem, for a season
at least, impossible. How like a ruthless enemy, glad,
if the sufferings which he can occasion may be
aggravated by private and peculiar circumstances, does
the last enemy frequently appear !"

The next stone we shall notice would appear to be
the joint property of "Fairfield" and "Wadsworth,"
both which names it shows. Beyond this, on Indian
Ridge Path, are those erected by " Nathaniel Francis,"
"Greenleaf," and "Martin Brimmer." In the same
neighborhood we find also one raised to the memory

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MONUMEJNTS.

of David Patterson, a young merchant of Boston,
who died at sea in 1834 : —

" Erected by his commercial friends and associates as
a memorial of their affection and respect for his
elevated moral and religious character."

" He sleeps beneath the blue lone sea,
He lies where pearls the deep.
He was the loved of all, yet none
O'er his low bed may weep."

'"^^^^^

DAVID PATTERSON.

MONUMENTS.

175

WEBSTER.

CLEMENT DUnaXN,

MONUMENTS.

177

THAXTER.

WILLIAMS.

MONUMENTS.

179

BOND.

FAIRFIELD. WADSWORTH.

MONUMENTS.

181

NATHANIEL FRANCIS.

GREENLEAF.

MONUMENTS.

183

MARTIN BRIMMER.

In looking back over this ramble among the
monuments of Mount Auburn, we cannot but see how
far our sketches must be, at the best, from conveying a
complete conception of either the natural beauties, or
the artificial decorations of the grounds, to one who
has never paid them a visit. We are confined to a
selection (instead of a collection) of the monuments,
and that upon principles, necessary to the design of
this work, but leaving some of the most beautiful of
them for the visiter to discover and describe for
himself; and besides this, we must leave all the details
of minor ornament equally to him. Much might be
said in honor of the taste which many of these exhibit ;
we refer to the style of laying out lots, the fences,
hedges, flowers, foliage, and other matters of the kind,

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and still slighter ones, not to be described, but by no
means to be disregarded. Our engravings, though
intended to represent all the principal classes of
monuments at least, are hardly of a nature — it is not
in the power of the art, indeed — to do what may be
called poetical justice to these things. They do not
even convey the effect of certain arrangements of
conspicuous decorations ; as, for example, of the family
groups of tombs, which, in several signal instances, are
reared with reference to each other, and enclosed
together. Those of Waterston, Watts, and Hayes, on
the charming slope which overlooks Consecration
Dell,* are a specimen of this sort ; and the monument
of Francis Stanton, already mentioned, in the same
vicinity, is supported in like manner by those of
Messrs. Blake and Hallet. We should commend
attention to the general taste of many of the enclo-
sures, but the one which shows the name of
" Lawrence," wrought into the gate, merits a special
mention.

Some of our readers, who feel an interest other
than that of mere strangers in these grounds, may
j)erhaps miss in our descriptions, something which
they would gladly have seen noticed. This must
needs be so. The humblest stone, the " meanest dust"
is justly dear, we know, to some survivor, but we could

* There are several monuments on this part of the
grounds to which we should ask attention, did our limits
allow of it; that of "Martha Coffin Derby" — belonging,
however, to a class represented in the cuts — is among
them.

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not introduce them all. It is easy to see how the list
might have been extended, even by adding only those
cases on the surface of w^hich appears some claim to
public or general, rather than mere personal interest.
The memorial w^hich stands over the remains of the
Hon. Edward D. Bangs, Secretary of the Common-
w^ealth from 1824 to 1836, is one of these. Those of
Dr. " Gerard Dayers," a Belgian, vi^ho, after many years'
service in the American navy, deceased at Roxbury,
aged nearly 70 years, — of James L. Whittier," (1838)
over vs^hose dust, at the age of 21, a marble was raised
by his class-mates of Brown University, — of Mrs.
" Hannah Atkins," of Boston, (on Willow Avenue) who,
born in Cambridge in 1750, was buried here in 1838,
at the age of more than 88 years, — these are various
illustrations in point

The monument proposed to be erected to T. G.
Fessenden, as we have stated, has been set up (on
Yarrow Path) while these sketches were passing
through the press, and the following inscription graven
upon it : —

"Thomas Green Fessenden died November 11th,
1837, aged 65. This monument is erected by the
Massachusetts Society for promoting Agriculture, by
the Horticultural Society of Massachusetts, and by
individuals, as a testimony of respect for the literary
talents and acquirements of the deceased, and for his
untiring labors in promoting the objects of the above
institutions."

Another monument, on which the inscription has
been engraven since this description was commenced,
is that of " Putnam," on Beech Avenue, a column of

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MONUMENTS.

snow-white Italian marble, ornamented with Egyptian
emblems on one of the sides, and over-shadowed by
one of the finest oaks in the Cemetery. The inscription
reads thus : —

JESSE PUTNAM.

"Jesse Putnam, long known as the Father of the
merchants of Boston; a distinction not claimed by
himself, but accorded by others, in consideration of the
intelligence, energy, and integrity, with which, for
more than half a centurj^, at home and abroad, he
followed and adorned Ms profession. He died 14th
April, 1837, aged 83 years."

" Here, amid scenes familiar to her childhood, and
grateful, alike, to her advancing and her declining
years, repose, with those of her husband, the remains
of Susannah, more than sixty years wife of Jesse

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Putnam. Having discharged, with unwearied fidelity
and devotion, the duties of this relation, as well as
those of a daughter and mother, she sunk into the
sleep of death, ' with a hope full of immoitality,' 8th
April, 1839, aged 84 years."

" His youth was innocent ; his riper age,

Marked with some act of goodness every day ;
And watched by eyes that loved him, calm, and sage,
^ Faded his late declining years away.
Cheerful he gave his being up, and went
To share the holy rest that waits a life well spent."

We might well have noticed, while in this vicinity,
a monument possessing, for many observers, an
interest which forbids our omitting it. This is amply
explained by the inscription : —

" Here rest the remains of Rev. Samuel H. Stearns.
He was born at Bedford, Sept. 12, 1802 ; was graduated
at Harvard University, 1823 ; studied theology at
Andover; was ordained over the Old South Church
in Boston, April 16th, 1834 ; was dismissed, at his own
request, on account of broken health, March, 1836,
having preached but three Sabbaths after his ordination.
He died at Paris, on his return from Rome to his native
country, July 15th, 1837, in the 36th year of his age.
Discriminating, tasteful, magnanimous, devout, uniting
uncommon eloquence with fervent and confiding piety,
he strove for many years against sickness, to be useful
in the church. His last hours were characterised by
serenity and blissful anticipation. A full believer in
the doctrines of grace, he died, as he lived, in the
faith of his fathers."

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MONUMENTS.

" In the world ye shall have tribulation : but be of
good cheer ; I have overcome the world. — John,
xvi, 33."

SAMUEL H. STEARNS.

The remains of Mr. Stearns were transiently depos-
ited, we believe, in the Cemetery of Phe la Chaise.

The name in this case reminds us that it is under-
stood some memorial, other than yet exists, will be
erected over the remains of Asahel Stearns, of
Cambridge, who died in February, 1839, aged 64
years ; not unknown in political life, for he was a
Member of Congress during one session of that body,
but more distinguished by professional ability and
success. During two years he was Professor of Law
in Harvard University, and for nineteen years he was
County Attorney for Middlesex. In 1824 he pubUshed

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the first edition of a work which gained him great
legal reputation, — that on " Real Actions." The writer
of an obituaiy notice of him, in the Law Reporter,
giving an account of the origin of this work, states
that in the winter of 1824, during the session of
the Court at Cambridge, when the Bar were accus-
tomed, more than at present, to spend their evenings
together, and when their habits of social intercourse
did much to soften the many asperities which the
practice of the law seems calculated to call forth and
strengthen, Mr. Stearns was one evening lamenting
that he had so little to do. It was then vacation in the
University ; he had but few actions in court, and his
time seemed likely to hang heavily on his hands, for
several weeks. " I will tell you what to do," was the
answer of Mr. Hoar, who was a very intimate friend
of the deceased, "you shall write a work on Real
Actions." The advice was received with acclamation
by all present, and Mr. Stearns immediately commenced
the work : he had more than half completed it
before the close of the vacation, and it was published
in less than six months.

In addition to memorials already referred to as
proposed, may be mentioned those which are said to
be in preparation for doing honor to Dr. Bowditch of
Boston, and Dr. Noah Worcester, of Brighton, the
" Friend of Peace," both of them names which speak
sufficiently for themselves. The accomplishments,
virtues, and services of men like these deserve a
conspicuous commemoration, not for their own sake
only, or chiefly, but with a view to the world's welfare,
" One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a
thousand hanging upon that"

END.

IMCISCEIiXiANIXSS.

CHURCH-YARD SKETCHES.

BY THE EDITOR.

Few tilings have interested me more, in my rambles
about the world, and especially over the old countries,
than the visits I have made to grave-yards. In this
country, the traveller, however much his mind may be
so disposed, can depend but little on such sources of
enjoyment and edification. It is a sad fault of us
Americans, that, for the most part, we neglect the dead.
We are inclined, generally^ I know, to disparage external
appearances. We have a contempt for ceremonies.
We are a hard, practical people, intensely absorbed in
business, surrounded by circumstances which accustom
us to the livelier kinds of excitement, educated and
impelled in every way to undervalue and lose sight of
what may be called the graces of civilization. These
peculiarities, the evidence and influence of which
are plainly perceptible through every department
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accounted for easily enough ; — no explanation need be
given of them here. Nor will the reader require to be
reminded of the better qualities with which, in the
usual order of things, and as a matter almost of moral
necessity, they are commonly connected. Still, how-
ever, the feeling in question — the want of feeling, I am
tempted to call it — must be set down against us as a
" fault." Undeniable at least it is, that one of the most
attractive and prepossessing of all the minor virtues of
a community, — the gentler graces I have spoken of as
neglected by ourselves — is a thoughtful and tender
care for the departed. I will not enlarge on this
subject, so far as we are concerned. Much, in illustra-
tion of my meaning, and in confirmation of the justice
of these general strictures, might be said concerning
the condition in which the grave-yards of this country
are too frequently kept ; — of their repulsiveness in too
many cases, of their unattractiveness in almost all.
But the details would be sadly disagreeable ; and if, in
the course of these sketches of mine, I can hope to
suggest to any mind any impression which may help
ever so little to improve the state of things I refer to, I
trust that what has already been said directly to the
purpose, with the allusions which may occur in the
sequel, will be sufficient for the end. I bear in mind,
too, that an improvement is already going on. We are
not, in our mortuary observances, quite so heathenish
as we have been ; — so Turkish, 1 was going to say, but
that would be a libel which a comparatively amiable
people do not deserve; — so altogether "practical," —
that is the American version of this characteristic.
The feeling in which the beautiful establishment at

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Mount Auburn originated, and the spirit which has
sustained it so well, are consolatory symptoms of a
better era of public sentiment about to dawn ; and
that example itself has done very much to bring on
the more " perfect day." Let us hope that it will do
still more ; that its sweet influence will go forth
through the whole length and breadth of the land;
that eveiy new establishment which is raised around
us, in generous emulation of this, may be a fresh
helper, a resistless pleader like itself, in this good
cause of the heart ; and that so the time may be duly
hastened, when even the pilgrim who comes from
other climes to visit us, may read, wherever he wanders,
on the face of the soil, the character and praise of the
living generation in the works which shall indicate
their remembrance of those that have passed away.

Let us hope for these things, I say. And meanwhile
we may borrow a leaf, as I hinted before, from the Old
World's journal. Who that has roamed over those
countries in anything like a leisurely way, or at all as
a traveller should, whom aught animates beyond this
restless, rankling, eternal thirst for helter-skelter busi-
ness and filthy lucre, but has a memoiy richly stored,
for the rest of his life-time, even out of the grave-yards
alone ? A memory ! aye, and a heart, too ; — stored
with loveliest images of thought, — with feelings that
are a ceaseless fountain to refresh the soul, — ^with
pictures of sweet, sequestered scenes reposing in the
mind's meditations, all beautiful as in nature itself, —
sunny and still as the little lakes of the hills, — haunting
and soothing one's spirit evermore. England, most of
all, is full of these resources. Everywhere the kind of

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church-yards I refer to are to be found ; — old, venerable,
moss-mantled, hi every way picturesque, — ^yet greenly
and freshly rural, — the very homes of meditation.
There is a hearty homeliness in the English character,
with all its faults, which delights in these outward
observances of affectionate respect for the dead. If
the " old countiymen " are not remarkable for a quick
sensibility, there is nevertheless a permanent and
steady ardor in their temperament, which "wears
well." They may not form hasty attachments. They
are slow to cultivate a common acquaintance. Even
the "sociable" spirit which seems to be due to the
indifferent circle one daily meets with, seems oflen a
drudgeiy to them. But they have hearts, nevertheless,
and these are " in the right place ;" — none the less so
for the lack of that superficially social and almost
physical effervescence of emotion and expression
which has obtained for some nations the credit of
being more amiable, while in fact they are only more
sprightly, and perhaps at the same time more vain.
Among no people, at all events, are instances of
persevering fidelity in friendship between the livhig
more numerous ; and it is the same feeling, the same
substantial, homely, hearty character, which, in equal
proportion, manifests itself, in a thousand most touch-
ing though simple forms of association between the
departed generation and those who survive them,
through all the humblest hamlets of the land.

I dwell daily, with a pleasure which I cannot
express, on the remembrances of these sacred scenes.
Not of the " dim and mighty mmsters of old time"
alone I think, whose

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-'' Very light

Streams with a coloring of heroic days
In every ray;" —

nor of

" Rich fretted roofs
And the wrought coronals of summer leaves,
Ivy and vine, and many a sculptured rose
Binding the slender columns, whose light shafts
Cluster like stems in corn-sheaves ;" —

nor of

" The crimson gloom from banners thrown ;" —
nor

" Forms, in pale proud slumber carved,

Of warriors on their tombs, where jewelled crowns

On the flushed brows of conquerors have been set,

And the high anthems of old victories

Have made the dust give echoes !" —

These are rich indeed vv^ith an interest of their ovni,
but they do not deeply touch the heart. Grave lessons
are to be learned from them, but, as the poet adds, too
frequently they are but memories and monuments of
power and pride, — of power and pride
That long ago.

Like dim processions of a dream, have sunk

In twilight depths away."

These we behold with wondering awe ; — it may be
with a solemn admiration ; yet these very feelings but
stand in the way of deeper ones. We see too much, —
too much of man and his observances. Crowds of
associations too historical engross the mind. The imag-
ination and the memory are excited to the prejudice of

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the heart. No ! give me the grave-yards of the common
people, and the poor; the expressions of a nature
w^hich deems itself unobsei*ved ; the simplicity of a
genuine feeling, obscured w^ith whatever rudeness or
ignorance. Give me the " lone places " where there is
nothing " to be seen " but stones and sods, and trees,
and chequered turf; —

The temple twilight of the gloom profound,

The dew-cup of the frail anemone,

The reed by every wandering whisper thrilled.

Where but in such a spot, and in a country full of such,
could genius itself have ever penned the " Elegy ?"
Who but an English poet could have been its author ? —
one who had revelled frorri childhood in scenes like
those he describes in that immortal poem, and who
had lain the dust of his own mother " where heaves
the turf in many a mouldering heap." From what
other source than a "riiountain church-yard" could
spring the spirit of "Easter Day," — so sublimely
cheerful, so divinely true ? It was the graves that
appealed to the poetess; to them she uttered her
appeal : —

" And you, ye graves ! upon whose turf I stand,
Girt with the slumber of the hamlet's dead,
Time, with a soft and reconciling hand,
The covering mantle of bright moss hath spread

O'er every narrow bed :
But not by time, and not by nature sown
Was the celestial seed, whence round you peace hath
grown.

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" Christ hath arisen ! Oh, not one cherished head
Hath, 'midst the flowery sods, been pillowed here
Without a hope, (howe'er the heart hath bled
In its vain yearnings o'er the unconscious bier,)

A hope, upspringjng clear
From those majestic tidings of the morn,
Which lit the living way to all of woman born.

" Thou hast wept mournfully, O human Love !
E'en on this greensward; night hath heard thy cry,
Heart-stricken one ! thy precious dust above, —
Night, and the hills, which sent forth no reply

Unto thine agony !
But He who wept like thee, thy Lord, thy guide,
Christ hath arisen, O Love ! thy tears shall all be dried.

" Dark must have been the gushing of those tears,
Heavy the unsleeping phantom of the tomb,
On thine impassioned soul, in elder years,
When, burdened with the mystery of its doom,

Mortality's thick gloom
Hung o'er the sunny world, and with the breath
Of the triumphant rose came blending thoughts of death.

'^ By thee, sad Love, and by thy sister. Fear,
Then was the ideal robe of beauty wrought
To vail that haunting shadow, still too near,
Still ruling secretly the conqueror's thought;

Andy where the board was fraught
With wine and myrtles in the summer bower,
Felt, e'en when disavowed, a presence and a power.

*^ But that dark night is closed \ and o'er the dead
HerCy where the gleamy primrose-tufts have blown,
And where the mountain-heath a couch has spread,
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And, settling oft on some gray-lettered stone,

The red-breast warbles lone j
And the wild bee's deep, drowsy murmurs pass
Like a low thrill of harp-strings through the grass ; —

" Here, 'midst the chambers of the Christian's sleep,
We o'er death's gulf may look with trusting eye.
For hope sits dove-like on the gloomy deep,
And the green hills wherein these valleys lie

Seem all one sanctuary
Of holiest thought; — nor needs their fresh, bright sod,
Urn, wreath, or shrine, for tombs all dedicate to God."

I remember a spot among the Cumberland hills that
might have inspired even poetry like this. It w^as the
little church, (and church-yard) of Borrowdale ; — the
smallest building of its class in England, it is stated.
Mr. Wordsworth, w^ho lives in the neighborhood, said
it was "no bigger than a cottage," and thus indeed it
seemed, when, at the end of a long ramble, I found it
so nestled away in the niche of a hill- side, so buried
and wrapped in shade and solitude, that it was difficult
to realize how even the narrow space within its walls
should ever be filled by human worshippers. Another
such picture the pedestrian may have to think of, who,
sauntering along the hedge-lined bye-ways of the
lovely Isle of Wight, suddenly stays his steps, uncon-
sciously, to gaze over into the sweet, small garden of
graves clustering all round the humble but exquisite
Church of St. Lawrence ; some of them, on the upper
side of the mountain-slope, nearly as high as the moss-
grown roof of the building, over which one sees, from
the road-side, a glimpse of the lonely sea, spread out

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at the base of the mountain. Nothing can exceed the
beauty of the proportions of this ancient edifice,
miniatural as it is. The slope of the hill it is set on is
so steep that the road just mentioned is cut into it like
a groove. On the upper side, a cliff towers up over
one's head, almost perpendicularly, some hundred feet,
yet everyw^here, from the moisture of the climate, and
the richness of the soil that still clings to the rocks,
mantled with a soft, silky robe of the sweetest verdure
the eye ever saw, brightly spotted with clusters of
flowers, and small shrubs flourishing out from the
crevices, and sometimes laden with vines. Below the
church, the scene grows wilder. The hill-side shows,
far up from the water-mark, traces of the fierce power
of the element which sleeps now so quietly at its feet.
Huge sea-stained points of crags peer out grimly on
every side ; the vegetation is withered, and disappears,
as we wind farther down by the dizzy foot-path the
egg-hunters have trodden ; and now breaks out upon
us, in its full volume, that terrible thunder of the surge
of even these slumbering waves. But it is a thunder
that comes only in mellowed music to him who
saunters, as I did, in the noiseless avenues of the little
sanctuary in the niche of the hill-side above. Many a
time I stayed my steps to listen to this murmur, as
borne on the gusts of the " sweet sea air, sweet and
strange," it swelled and fell at intervals, like spirit-
voices whispering to those who lay beneath. No ! not
to them. Theirs is the " dull, cold ear " that will not
hear. To me, to all who visit this blessed temple, this
sacred ground, to us, to us they speak. They tell us

of the history below us, and of the destiny before.

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They mind us well of the life we are living ; ah ! better
still of that we have not lived, where there is no more
" moaning of the seaP

It was in this grave-yard I noticed a humble heap
piled over the remains of one whose annals, as the
modest marble at its head recorded them, touched my
lieart. It was a young, beautiful girl. She came to
this neighborhood, I think, from Wales, probably for
the restoration of health. But alas ! nor herb, nor sea-
au", nor care of relative or friend, could save her ; no,
not the yearning tenderness or breaking heart of him
who loved her best, and who weeps now over the
untimely tale I read. To him she had been long
betrothed, and trusting still that dear deceiving hope
which never leaves us, and which the poor perishing
consumptive and her kindred cling to so fondly, till
life's light goes quite out, — in this hope the marriage-day
was appointed. Preparations, even, were made for it.
On that day she died, and here she is buried, as in her
last murmurs she asked that she might be — in her
bridal dress! Peace be to her ashes — she "sleeps
well " in the grave-yard of St. Lawrence !

Not very far, but very different from this, is the yard
of the gray old church of Chale, which stands in the
immediate neighborhood of a tremendous precipice, on
the brink of the sea, called Blackgang Chine. Deep
under this awful barrier a small, snug cove runs in,
making what the islanders entitle Chale Bay ; in itself
a wild and yet pleasing and generally tranquil spot,
bordered by a curved beach of shining sand, and
enlivened by tiny streamlets of water, trickling from
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his own race, but yet loved nature, would choose a
nook at the base of the Chine for his dwelling. No
stranger, at least, would disturb him ; for if he did not
pass by the edge of the cliff, in the way-side, as he
probably would, without knowing it, he would shudder
and start back from the sight: — there is something
threatening, appalling, in the lonely sublimity, and even
in the intense, strange solitude of the place. But
ah ! if he knew, as I do, its history ! Four times, if
not more, since my brief acquaintance with this
charming Island began, have gallant ships gone down,
in storm and surge, in this fatal cove.

I learned the history of one of these hapless
companies from the marbles of the church-yard of
Chale. There they were buried, with the sad solemni-
ties suited to such an occasion, and with all the
tenderness needed to soothe their hearts who were
watching now so eagerly for the return of a long-
expected ship. What a picture of human life, what
a passage of human history it is ! " Sermons," indeed,
"in stones!" Six of the passengers were of one
affectionate family; a gallant naval officer, coming
home from a long service, with his wife, a babe, and
three elder and beautiful daughters. The brother of
this lady had been expecting them daily. He was one
of the first on the Island to be informed of their coming
— and of hoiv they had come ; — and to behold a spectacle
which I will not describe. Let us hasten from the
church-yard of Chale. The name is a knell in my
memory.

A glance at the burial-place of the United Brethren
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It is another of the spots one would choose for his
bones to he in; — for, say what we will, there is a
cJwice, and the thought of it is no indifferent matter to
us while alive, however little the fact itself may
concern us or others in future time. The Moravians
believe so, at least. They appreciate justly, too, the
moral influence, the religious science, of a grave-yard.
They do not deem it either decent to leave it neglected,
or necessary to make it frightful. The little village,
which I visited one Sabbath morning, is embosomed in
trees, and surrounded with the famed emerald verdure
of the country on every side ; — divided into a small,
harmonious arrangement of shaded streets, that, but
for the neat rows of cottages, and regular beds of
flowers on either hand, look more like natural lanes ; —
"remote from cities," in a word; — serene, peaceful,
beautiful as a "thought of Paradise." I attended
service in the little church, and afterwards walked
through the grave-yard which lies on the table-land of
a gentle green swell behind it, skirted with flourishing
and flowery hedges, and spotted over, in hollow and
heap, with checks of a mellow September sunshine,
sifted through branches of leaning trees. I need not
describe the scene in detail. The customs of this
sect in the care of their dead are known to all. How
truly are they delineated in Montgomery's lines on the
graves of the Patriarchs : —

" A scene sequestered from the haunts of men,
The loveliest nook of all that lovely glen,
Where weary pilgrims found their last repose.
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With walks between, by friends and kindred trod,
Who drest with duteous hands each hallowed sod.
No sculptured monument was taught to breathe
His praises whom the worm devoured beneath.
The high, the low, the mighty, and the fair,
Equal in death, were undistinguished there.
Yet not a hillock mouldered near that spot,
By one dishonored, or by all forgot.
To some warm heart the poorest dust was near,
From some kind eye the meanest claimed a tear.
And oft the living, by affection led,
Were wont to walk in spirit with their dead,
Where no dark cypress cast a doleful gloom,
No blighting yew shed poison o'er the tomb.
But white and red, with intermingling flowers,
The graves looked beautiful in sun and showers.
Green myrtles fenced them, and beyond that bound
Ran the clear rill, with ever-murmuring sound.
'T was not a scene for grief to nourish care, —
It breathed of hope, it moved the heart to prayer."

Yes, and it fills us with hope, it moves us to prayer,
even to think of such a spot. What quietness, what
beauty of visible nature, what harmony of rural
sounds, what soothing emblems, in a word, of precious
and glorious spiritual speculations, and what stirring
yet soothing monitors to christian philosophy and to
holy emotion were mingled with all the more customary
and palpable minutiae of the scene ! — Would that my
dust, too, might lie at last in some such " grave-yard of
the Patriarchs !" Oh ! leave me not to the noisomeness
of a burial in the city ; — I like not the thought. Let
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grass spring in the sunshine, and the violet and
primrose flourish and glow in its midst. I would have
the place no terror, at least, to those in whose kind
memory I still might live. I would have it to console
and cheer ; to rouse, gently, to solemn but not gloomy
meditation. The poorest village in the land, with all
its rude obscurity, might easily be rich enough for this,
— richer than countless wealth can make the more
than deadly dwelling-place of him whose bones are
shelved away in London or in Boston vaults. The
poorest village may be far abler than the most opulent
metropolis to emulate Mount Auburn in its way, for
nature, and the love of it, are all it needs.

All ? I think I hear some reader say. Where, then,
are your great names ? The church-yards of England
and other lands are full of such. See how the dust of
Phe la Chaise teems with them ! What monuments —
what historical and classical accumulations — what
scholars, conquerors, and bards — what hints and helps
to patriotism, and perseverance and high ambition!

Aye, and to other feelings, I fear, less in unison with
that which is, or should be, the reigning spirit of the
place ; — perhaps to some but too well adapted to coun-
teract it; — to sensations, to mere excitement, more
than to feelings, in the better sense of the word, at all.
On this point I have intimated my impressions already,
in speaking of the style of the Cathedrals and other
places of the kind. I would not be deemed insensible
to the just worth of the associations now in question.
More dignity there certainly is in these, than in mere
external decorations ; and yet, — I acknowledge it
freely. — I would not have the dust of Auburn to groan

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with such a load of the one, scarcely more than of the
other.

He who has visited the Parisian Cemetery whose
eclat imposes on the imagination much more, let me
say, than it can on the eyes — knows full well the
expense at which the increase of its honors and the
influence of its antiquity have been obtained. He who
has Twt been there, can easily conceive what I mean. I
will not dwell on such a theme. The more it is
considered, however, the less disposed, I am sure, we
shall be, — with all our awe and admiration at what is
so fine and so famous in the " splendid " Cemeteries of
the Old World — the less disposed we shall be, on the
whole, to envy them anything of either the moral or
the material grandeur they possess. So long, at least,
as we can multiply Mount Auburns around us, it surely
must be so. I know it is not sound philosophy to
anticipate what we may not like when it comes. It is
most unwise to burthen ourselves with the expected
troubles of future generations, who doubtless will not
only take the liberty to judge of their own condition
for themselves, but will find something — many things
— to make amends for whatever evil it may include.
And yet, for such as incline to be discontented with
the historical poverty of Mount Auburn, — for such,
still more, as commit the error of confounding this
want (a comparative want) of mere classical with one
of moral character, in its wider sense, — for those, most
especially, if any indeed there are, who covet the
paraphernalia which intellect, and industry, and wealth
and pride have certainly accumulated so richly round the
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as the illustriously insignificant or obnoxious dead of
other lands, — for these, it may be well to consider how
much better and fitter an establishment is Mount
Auburn, for the purposes its founders and friends
had in view when they reared it, than Phre la Chaise, or
anything of the sort, could possibly be in its place.
How much better to muse in for the living, or to sleep
in for the dead, than some few ages hence it may
become, wiien opulence, and luxury, and fashion, and
all the whims of humanity, and all the workings of
time, shall have made it more like the great show-place
of the gay and vain French Capital. Then indeed
there will be over it a halo of glory ; but will its charm
for the heait remain the same? Future generations
may be prouder of it than we are, but can they be as
fond ? Will not the musing moralist of those days,
sometimes, weary of sensations and splendor, turn or
seek to turn back in imagination to this uncrowded
quietude and primitive simplicity — this glistering turf,
— these cool, sweet-winding avenues and paths — this
green, fresh beauty of the woods ? Will he not think
how once, with the first flush of the spring's verdure,
and how again in the summer's sultry hours, the
denizens of the city's populous streets here at least
could vn^-ap themselves so soon in solitude and
bloom ? How here, even those to whom trial and
toil had made the world a weariness for the time,
might learn, from the depths of nature, in intervals of
solemn but refreshing meditation, to look forth with
complacency, and renew themselves as they looked,
through the tree-tops of the mountain-summit, on many
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no better than a "foul and pestilential congregation of
vapors ?" How Iwre, the mourner, left alone with his
Maker and His works, — save only these modest monu-
ments of sacred sorrow, and faith, and love, so precious
to the soul, — might find himself at length consoled by
the soothing ministrations of nature, and made, by all
the mighty though gentle influences of reason, of
religion, awakened to new life within him, a wiser and
even a happier being than before ? Yes, such surely
will be some of the reflections and the regrets of future
generations. Let it be ours to appreciate what we
possess.

THE OLD MAN'S FUNERAL.

BY WILLIAM C. BRYANT.

1 SAW an aged man upon his bier :

His hair was thin and white, and on his brow

A record of the cares of many a year ; —
Cares that were ended and forgotten now.

And there was sadness round, and faces bowed,
And women's tears fell fast, and children wailed aloud.

Then rose another hoary man, and said,
In faltering accents, to that weeping train,

it Why mourn ye that our aged friend is dead .''
Ye are not sad to see the gathered grain,

Nor when their mellow fruit the orchards cast,
Nor when the yellow woods shake down the ripened mast.

" Ye sigh not when the sun, his course fulfilled, —
His glorious course, rejoicing earth and sky, —

In the soft evening, when the winds are stilled,
Sinks where the islands of refreshment lie,

And leaves the smile of his departure, spread
O'er the warm-colored heaven and ruddy mountain-head.

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*' Why weep ye then for him, who, having run
The bound of man's appointed years, at last,

Life's blessings all enjoyed, life's labors done,
Serenely to his final rest has passed ?

While the soft memory of his virtues yet
Lingers, like twilight hues, when the bright sun is set.

" His youth was innocent ; his riper age

Marked with some act of goodness every day ;

And, watched by eyes that loved him, calm and sage
Faded his late-declining years away.

Cheerful he gave his being up, and went
To share the holy rest that waits a life well spent.

" That life was happy ; every day he gave
Thanks for the fair existence that was his ;

For a sick fancy made him not her slave,
To mock him with her phantom miseries.

No chronic tortures racked his aged limb.
For luxury and sloth had nourished none for him.

" And I am glad that he has lived thus long j

And glad that he has gone to his reward ;
Nor deem that kindly nature did him wrong,

Softly to disengage the vital cord.
When his weak hand grew palsied, and his eye
Dark with the mists of age, it was his time to die."

ON THE DEATH OF A SISTER.

BY CHARLES SPRAGUE.

I KNEW that we must part ! day after day
I saw the dread destroyer win his way.
That hollow cough first rang the fatal knell,
As on my ear its prophet-warning fell ;
Feeble and slow thy once light footstep grew,
Thy wasting cheek put on death's pallid hue,
Thy thin, hot hand to mine more weakly clung,
Each sweet ' Good night,' fell fainter from thy tongue ;
I knew that we must part — no power could save
Thy quiet goodness from an early grave ;
Those eyes so dull, though kind each glance they cast,
Looking a sister's fondness to the last;
Those lips so pale, that gently pressed my cheek,
That voice — alas ! thou couldst but try to speak ;
All told thy doom, I felt it at my heart,
The shaft had struck — I knew that we must part.

And we have parted, Mary — thou art gone !
Gone in thine innocence, meek-suffering one.

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Thy weary spirit breathed itself to sleep
So peacefully, it seemed a sin to weep,
In those fond watchers who around thee stood,
And felt, even then, that God even then was good.
Like stars that struggle through the shades of night,
Thine eyes one moment caught a glorious light,
As if to thee, in that dread hour, 'twere given
To know on earth what faith believes of Heaven ;
Then like tired breezes didst thou sink to rest,
Nor one, one pang the awful change confessed }
Death stole in softness o'er that lovely face.
And touched each feature with a new-born grace ;
On cheek and brow unearthly beauty lay.
And told that life's poor cares had passed away.
In my last hour, be Heaven so kind to me —
I ask no more than this — to die like thee.

But we have parted, Mary — thou art dead !
On its last resting-place I laid thy head.
Then by the coffin-side knelt down, and took
A brother's farewell kiss and farewell look j
Those marble lips no kindred kiss returned ;
From those veiled orbs no glance responsive burned ;
Ah ! then I felt that thou hadst passed away,
That the sweet face I gazed on was but clay.
And then came Memory with her busy throng
Of tender images, forgotten long ;
Years hurried back, and as they swiftly rolled,
I saw thee — heard thee — as in days of old ;
Sad and more sad each sacred feeling grew,
Manhood was moved, and sorrow claimed her due ;
Thick, thick and fast, the burning tear-drops started,
I turned away — and felt that we had parted.

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But not forever — in the silent tomb,
Where thou art laid, thy kindred shall find room;
A little while — a few short years of pain,
And, one by one, we'll come to thee again.
The kind old Father shall seek out the place,
And rest with thee, the youngest of his race ;
The dear, dear Mother — bent with age and grief —
Shall lay her head by thine, in sweet relief;
Sister and Brother, and that faithful Friend,
True from the first, and tender to the end.
All, all, in His good time, who placed us here,
To live, to love, to die and disappear.
Shall come and make their quiet bed with thee,
Beneath the shadow of that spreading tree ;
With thee to sleep through death's long dreamless night,
With thee rise up and bless the morning light.

TO THE MEMORY OF AN INFANT.

BY MRS. HEMANS.

No bitter tears for thee be shed,
Blossom of being ! seen and gone ;

With flowers alone we strew thy bed,
O blessed, departed one !

Whose all of life, a rosy ray.

Blushed into dawn, and passed away.

Yes, thou art gone, ere guilt had power
To stain thy cherub soul and form !

Closed is the soft ephemeral flower
That never felt a storm !

The sunbeam's smile, the zephyr's breath,

All that it knew from birth to death.

Thou wert so like a form of light,

That heaven benignly called thee hence,

Ere yet the world could breathe a blight
O'er thy sweet innocence ;

And thou, that brighter home to bless,

Art passed, with all thy loveliness.

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Oh ! hadst thou still on earth remained,
Vision of beauty ! fair as brief,

How soon thy brightness had been stained
With passion or with grief;

Now, not a sullying breath can rise

To dim thy glory in the skies.

We rear no marble o'er thy tomb.

No sculptured image there shall mourn ;

Ah ! fitter, far, the vernal bloom
Such dwelling to adorn ;

Fragrance and flowers, and dews, must be

The only emblem meet for thee.

Thy grave shall be a blessed shrine.

Adorned with nature's brightest wreath ;

Each glowing season shall combine
Its incense there to breathe ;

And oft, upon the midnight air.

Shall viewless harps be murmuring there.

And oh ! sometimes, in visions blest,
Sweet spirit, visit our repose.

And bear, from thine own world of rest,
Some balm for human woes ;

What form more lovely could be given.

Than thine, to messenger of heaven !

THE GRAVE AND THE TOMB.

BY JOHN FIERPONT.*

The tomb is not so interesting as the grave. It
savors of pride in those who can novr be proud no
longer ; of distinction, where all are equal ; of a feeling
of eminence even under the hand of the great leveller
of all our dust. And how useless to us are all the
ensigns of magnificence that can be piled up above
our bed ! What though a sepulchral lamp throw its
light up to the princely vaults under which my remains
repose ! They would rest as quietly were there no
lamp there. The sleeping dust fears nothing. No
dreams disturb it. It would not mark the neglect,
should the sepulchral lamp be suffered to expire. It
will not complain of the neglect, should it never be
lighted again.

And why should my cold clay be imprisoned with so
much care ? Why thus immured, to keep it, as it
would seem, from mingling with its kindred clay?
When *that which warmed it once' animates it no

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more, what is there in my dust, that it should be thus
jealously guarded? Is it lovely now in the eyes of
those who may have once loved me ? Will my chil-
dren, or the children of my children, visit my vaulted
chamber ? They may, indeed, summon the courage to
descend into my still abode, and gaze by torch-light
upon the black and mouldering visage, which, not
their memory, but my escutcheon, not their love, but
their pride, may tell them is the face of their father ;
and this may eloquently remind them how soon the
builder of the house of death must take up his abode
in it ; how soon the dust that we have, must mingle
with the dust that we are ; but still there is a feeling
of horror in the atmosphere of the tomb, which chills
all that is affectionate and tender in the emotions that
lead them into it, and is anything but favorable to the
moral uses to which the living may convert the dwell-
ings of the dead ; uses that will be secured by every
daughter of affliction, of whom it may be said, as it
was said of the soiTowing Mary, * She goeth unto the
grave to weep there.' Yes ; though all whom I have
loved or venerated sleep within its walls, I retreat from
the tomb, the moment that I can do it without impiety,
or even with decency. But I am differently affected
when, with the rising sun, or by the light of the
melancholy moon, I go alone to my mother's grave.
There I love to linger ; and, while there, I hear the
wind sigh over one who often sighed for me. I
breathe an air refreshed by the grass that draws its
strength from the bosom from which I drew mine ;
and, in the drops of dew that tremble upon it, I see
the tears that so often bedewed her eyes as she

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breathed forth a prayer that her children might cherish
her memory, and escape from the pollutions of the
world.

Yes; to the lover of nature, in itis simplicity, the
grave is more interesting and more instructive than the
tomb. It speaks in a voice as full of truth, and more
full of tenderness, to those who visit it to indulge their
griefs, or to hold spiritual converse with the sainted
spirits that are gone. And if the spirit that, while on
earth, was loved by us, does not, when it leaves the
earth, lose a]l interest in its crumbling tenement,
would it not rather see the child of earth clasped again
to the sweet bosom of its mother, to be again incorpo-
rated with her substance, to assume again a form
attractive and lovely, to become again the recipient of
light, an object of admiration, and a conscious medium
of enjoyment, than that it should lie and moulder away
in darkness and silence — a cause of offence to stran-
gers, and a source of terror to those whom it still loves ?
Rather than see our own clay thus dwelling in coldness
and solitude, neither receiving enjoyment nor imparting
it, would not our spirits, purged from all vanity and
pride, be pleased to know that it was starting forth
again into life and loveliness ; that it was moving again
in the fair light of heaven, and bathed in its showers ;
that it was giving forth the perfume of the rose, or
blushing with its great beauty ; or, that, having clothed
the oak with its robe of summer, it was throwing a
broad shade over the home of our children ; or that,
having once more felt the frost of death, it was falling
withered upon their graves.

The grave, when visited thoughtfully and alone,

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cannot but exert a favorable moral influence. It has
already been remarked that it speaks in a voice full of
tenderness and of truth. Its instructions reach not the
ear, indeed, but they do reach the heart. By it, the
departed friend is recalled in all but a visible presence,
and by it, * he, being dead, yet speaketh.' At such a
time, how^ faithfully v^ill the grave of your friend
remind you of the pleasant moments vrhen you were
conversing w^ith him in the living tones of affection
and truth ! vt^hen you w^ere opening your hearts to each
other, and becoming partakers, each of the other's
hopes and purposes and cares ; v^^hen vrith a generous
confidence those secret things were shown to one
another, which were locked up in the heart from all
the world beside ! Will the grave of your friend allow
you to forget his single-heartedness in serving you;
his unsullied honor ; his plighted faith ; his readiness
to expose himself to danger that he might save j^ou
from it ; and the calmness with which, when he
perceived that his hold on life was breaking away, he
gave up life's hopes, and, turning his eyes for the last
time to the light, and looking up, for the last time, to
the faces of those who loved him, he bade farewell to
all, and gave up his spirit to the disposal of his God ?
Is all this forgotten, when you stand by his grave .^
Does not his very grave speak to you ? Does it not
bear its testimony to the value of youthful purity and
truth, and of the power of an humble confidence in
the Most High, to give dignity to the character of the
young, and to disarm Death of the most dreadful of his
weapons, even when he comes for his most dreadful
work — to cut off life in the beauty of its morning?

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Does there not come up from his grave a voice, like
that which comes down from the skies — a voice not
meant for the ear, but addressed to the heart, and felt
by the heart as the kindest and most serious tones of
the living friend were never felt ?

And the children of sorrow — they whose hands
have prepared a resting place for their parents in the
* Garden of Graves,' shall go to that garden and find
that their hearts are made better by offering there the
sacrifice of filial piety, or by listening there to the
rebuke which a guilty ear will hear coming forth from
the dust The leaf that rustles on his father's grave
shall tell the un dutiful son of disquiet sleep beneath it.
The gray hairs of his father went down to the grave,
not in sorrow alone, but in shame. The follies of his
son made them thus go down. Son of disobedience,
that tall grass, sighing over thy father's dust, whispers
a rebuke to thee. It speaks of thy waywardness when
a child ; of thy want of filial reverence in maturer
years ; of thy contempt for a parent's counsels ; and of
thy disregard of his feelings, his infirmities, and his
prayers. It will be well for thee if the grave, by its
rebuke, shall so chasten thee for thine iniquity, that
thine own soul, when called away, may meet thy father
and thy God in peace.

How different is the language of thy father's grave
to thee, my brother. Does it not recall the many hours
to thy remembrance, which were given to his service ?
Were not his thin locks decently composed, in death,
by thine own hand ? Did not his dim eye turn to thee
in *the inevitable hour' as to the pleasant light of the
sun ? Did he not, with his last grasp, take hold of thy

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hand, and did not his pressure of thy hand tell thee,
when his tongue could not, that it was that which had
upheld and comforted him in his decaying strength ;
and was it not his last prayer that thou mightest be
blest in thine own children as he had been blest in
his ? He has gone to his rest and his reward. But his
sepulchre is green, and at thy coming, though it gives
him not to thy embrace, it restores him to thy grateful
remembrance. His counsels are again addressed to
thine ear. His upright life is still before thine eye.
His devotion to thine own highest interests sinks down,
with new weight, into the depths of thy heart. Thou
catchest again the religious tones of his morning and
evening prayer. They speak of peace to the venerated
dead. They are full of hope and consolation to the
living. They tell how * blessed are the dead that die in
the Lord,' how sweetly * they rest from their labors,'
and how happy it is for them that * their works do
follow them.'

And thou, my sister, why dost thou go forth alone to
visit thy mother's grave ? Will she recognise thy foot-
fall at the door of her narrow house ? Will she give
thee a mother's welcome, and a mother's blessing?
Her blessing shall indeed meet thee there, though not
her welcome ; for there shall gather round thee the
sacred remembrances of her care and her love for thee ;
the remembrance of her gentle admonitions, her
patience and faithfulness ; of her spirit of forbearance
and meekness under provocation, and of that ever
wakeful principle of industry, neatness and order,
which always made her home so pleasant to those
whom she loved ; and there shall visit thee, like one of

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the spirits of the blest, the thought of her own blessed
spirit, as it rose in fervent prayers for the welfare and
salvation of those who were given to her charge. She
will speak to thee there, again, as she often spoke in
life, of the hour that is coming, when thou, who didst
once sleep upon her bosom, shalt sleep by her side,
being gathered to the great congregation of the dead.
She will speak to thee, from her grave, of the worth of
innocence, of the importance of chastening the extrav-
agance of thy young hopes, and of looking thoughtfully
and seriously upon the world as a scene of trying
duties and severe temptations, of the countless evils
that join hand in hand and follow on in the train of a
single folly, and of the momentous bearing of thy
present course upon thy peace in this life, and upon
thy condition when thy dust shall be mingling with
hers. Then,

^ Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb

With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown,
In the deep dungeon of some gothic dome,

Where night and desolation ever frown.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,

Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrown.

Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave ;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.*

THE SHEFFIELD CEMETERY.

BY MRS. HOFFLAND.

Methinks the wide earth, in its fairest lands,
Hath not one spot more meet for man's repose,
Than this most lovely scene. Amid these shades,
In contemplative hope, we still may meet
The dear, the lov'd, the honor'd — may imbibe
The solace our bereaved hearts require,
When life's most tender ties in twain are torn,
And chill despair is seated on love's throne.

In pure religion's, or in reason's eye,
It nought avails, whether the friend we lose
Moulders, amid a thousand festering forms,
In the foul pit of pestilence, or rests
In marble sepulchre ; — we know God's voice
Will, from old Ocean's central caves, and Earth's

* In offering to the reader this, we believe the latest,
poetical production of an accomplished lady whose pen
has added so much to the world's happiness, it is proper
to remark that she is a native of the town named in the
title.

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O'erwhelming tumuli, alike, call forth

That great unnumbered family to whom

He gave the " living soul " which never dies.

But yet these human feelings yearn to give

The quiet solitude, the lonely bower,

The peaceful tomb, as our last duteous boon,

Where the dead sleep, the living weep unseen.

Nor does the christian's faith such cares forbid,

For she who came, with alabaster box,

T' anoint her Saviour's feet, was praised — albeit

She did it as a funeral rite ; and he

Who placed his Lord in the new sepulchre

" Where man had never laid," and wrapt his corpse

In costly ligaments, unto this hour

Is blessed for the deed. The Patriarch thus

Purchased a tomb for his beloved wife,

And thither were his pious offspring borne

From distant lands, to blend with kindred dust.

Such cares belong unto the better part
Of our frail nature, and warm thanks are due
To those who form such garden, and such grave,
For pure affection's solace, which beholds
In each green leaf that springs, each bud that bursts
Its fragile cerements, foretaste of that hour,
Foretold to faith in God's eternal word.
When "these dry bones shall live." Then the last

trump
Shall wake the imprisoned ones,and each green mound,
Or monumental stone, with being rife,
Heave from their bosoms a redundant throng
Of beings bright with glory — yet distinct —
"As one star from another differeth " though all
Are rich in pure effulgence— for their robes

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(Whate'er their names amongst their fellow-men)
Were wash'd thus white in their Redeemer's blood.

It were not well these hallowed shades should lack
Observance due of art's accustomed works,
And virtue's claims to live for ages hence
In blest remembrance 'neath the public eye.
If, in the Pagan world, the sculptured fane
Told when a worthy citizen was gone,
A hero fall'n, a loving wife remov'd,
A beauteous daughter in her virgin bloom
Torn from the weeping parent, and the tomb
Was dight with mimic flowers and mourning nymphs,
And fond inscriptions eager to implore
The sympathetic sigh — why should not we
Thus grace the tomb ? — thus sue for pity's tear ?
Since it is sweet to all ; yet even then.
Exult that *' life and immortality,"
Given by the Gospel, sheds upon our graves
Hopes known not to their wisest. " Being dead
Yet speak they," and how deep the lesson thrills
When sinks the sun, and twilight shadows fall
From their umbrageous woods on the white tomb.
Where with his loved ones the pale mourner looks, —
Ere long himself to lie.

Farewell, dear scene. *' Pleasant tho' mournful,'*
thou
Hast touched my heart as by a master-spell,
Making it sweet to weep, and sweet to know,
That in a land so fair I first drew breath.
And gazed on thy bright landscape, gaining thence
Deep sense of all things beautiful and good.

SONG OF MAY.

BY WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK.

The Spring's scented buds all around me are smiling —

There are songs in the stream — there is health in the gale;
A sense of delight in each bosom is dwelling,

As float the pure day-beams o'er mountain and vale ;
The desolate reign of old winter is broken —

The verdure is fresh upon every tree ;
Of Nature's revival the charm, and a token

Of love, O thou Spirit of Beauty, to thee !

The sun looketh forth from the halls of the morning,

And flushes the clouds that begirt his career ;
He welcomes the gladness, and glory, returning

To rest on the promise and hope of the year.
He fills with rich light all the balm-breathing flowers ;

He mounts to the zenith, and laughs on the wave ;
He wakes into music the green forest bowers,

And gilds the gay plains which the broad rivers lave.

The young bird is out on his delicate pinion —
He timidly sails in the infinite sky ;

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A greeting to May, and her fairy dominion,
He pours on the west wind's fragrant sigh :

Around, above, there are peace and pleasure —

The woodlands are singing — the heaven is bright ;

The fields are unfolding their emerald treasure,
And man's genial spirit is soaring in light.

Alas for my weary and care-haunted bosom ! —

The spells of the spring-time arouse it no more ;
The song in the wild wood — the sheen in the blossom—

The fresh swelling fountain — their magic is o'er !
When I list to the streams, when I look on the flowers,

They tell of the Past with so mournful a tone,
That I call up the throngs of my long-banished hours,

And sigh that their transports are over and gone.

From the wide-spreading earth, from the limitless heaven,

There have vanished an eloquent glory and gleam ;
To my veil'd mind no more is the influence given,

Which coloreth life with the hues of a dream :
The bloom-purpled landscape its loveliness keepeth —

I deem that a light as of old gilds the wave ; —
But the eye of my spirit in heaviness sleepeth,

Or sees but my youth, and the visions it gave.

Yet it is not that age on my years hath descended —

'Tis not that its snow-wreaths encircle my brow;
But the newness and sweetness of being are ended —

I feel not their love-kindling witchery now 3
The shadows of death o'er my path have been sweeping —

There are those who have loved me, debarred from the
day ;
The green turf is bright where in peace they are sleeping,

And on wings of remembrance my soul is away.

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It is shut to the glow of this present existence —

It hears, from the Past, a funeral strain ;
And it eagerly turns to the high-seeming distance,

Where the last blooms of earth will be garnered again ;
Where no mildew the soft, damask-rose cheek shall
nourish —

Where grief bears no longer the poisonous sting j
Where pitiless Death no dark sceptre can flourish,

Or stain with his blight the luxuriant spring.

It is thus that the hopes, which to others are given,

Fall cold on my heart in this rich month of May j
I hear the clear anthems that ring through the heaven —

I drink the bland airs that enliven the day ;
And if gentle nature, her festival keeping.

Delights not my bosom, ah ! do not condemn : —
O'er the lost and the lovely my spirit is weeping.

For my heart's fondest raptures are buried with them.

THE LILY'S QUEST.

BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.

Two lovers, once upon a time, had planned a little
summer-house, in the form of an antique temple, which
it was their purpose to consecrate to all manner of
refined and innocent enjoyments. There they would
hold pleasant intercourse with one another, and the
circle of their familiar friends ; there they would give
festivals of delicious fruit ; there they would hear
lightsome music, intermingled with the strains of
pathos which make joy more sweet ; there they would
read poetry and fiction, and permit their own minds to
flit away in day-dreams and romance ; there, in short —
for why should we shape out the vague sunshine of
their hopes ? — there all pure delights were to cluster
like roses among the pillars of the edifice, and blossom
ever new and spontaneously. So, one breezy and
cloudless afternoon, Adam Forrester and Lilias Fay set
out upon a ramble over the wide estate which they
were to possess together, seeking a proper site for their
Temple of Happiness. They were themselves a fair

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and happy spectacle, fit priest and priestess for such a
shrine ; although, making poetry of the pretty name of
Lilias, Adam Forrester was wont to call her Lily,
because her form was as fragile, and her cheek almost
as pale.

As they passed, hand in hand, down the avenue of
drooping elms, that led from the portal of Lilias Fay's
paternal mansion, they seemed to glance like winged
creatures through the strips of sunshine, and to scatter
brightness where the deep shadows fell. But, setting
forth at the same time with this youthful pair, there
was a dismal figure, wrapped in a black velvet cloak,
that might have been made of a coffin pall, and with a
sombre hat, such as mourners wear, dropping its broad
Tbrim over his heavy brows. Glancing behind them,
the lovers well knew who it was that followed, but
wished from their hearts that he had been elsewhere,
as being a companion so strangely unsuited to their
joyous errand. It was a near relative of Lilias Fay, an
old man by the name of Walter Gascoigne, who had
long labored under the burthen of a melancholy
spirit, which was sometimes maddened into absolute
insanity, and always had a tinge of it. What a contrast
between the young pilgrims of bliss, and their unbidden
associate! They looked as if moulded of Heaven's
sunshine, and he of earth's gloomiest shade ; they
flitted along like Hope and Joy, roaming hand and hand
through life ; while his darksome figure stalked behind,
a type of all the woful influences which life could
fling upon them. But the three had not gone far, when
they reached a spot that pleased the gentle Lily, and
she paused.

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" What sweeter place shall we find than this ?" said
she. " Why should we seek farther for the site of our
Temple ?"

It was indeed a delightful spot of earth, though
undistinguished by any very prominent beauties, being
merely a nook in the shelter of a hill, with the prospect
of a distant lake in one direction, and of a church-spire
in another. There were vistas and pathways, leading
onward and onward into the green wood-lands, and
vanishing away in the glimmering shade. The Temple,
if erected here, would look towards the west ; so that
the lovers could shape all sorts of fantastical dreams
out of the purple, violet and gold of the sunset sky ;
and few of their anticipated pleasures were dearer
than this sport of fantasy.

"Yes," said Adam Forrester, "we might seek all
day, and find no lovelier spot. We will build our
Temple here."

But their sad old companion, who had taken his
stand on the very site which they proposed to cover
with a marble floor, shook his head and frowned ; and
the young man and the Lily deemed it almost enough
to blight the spot, and desecrate it for their airy
Temple, that his dismal figure had thrown its shadow
there. He pointed to some scattered stones, the
remnants of a former structure, and to flowers, such as
young girls delight to nurse in their gardens, but which
had now relapsed into the wild simplicity of nature.

"Not here!" cried old Walter Gascoigne. "Here,
long ago, other mortals built their Temple of Happi-
ness. Seek another site for yours !"

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"What!" exclaimed Lilias Fay, "have any ever
planned such a Temple, save om*selves ?"

"Poor child!" said her gloomy kinsman, "in one
shape or other, every mortal has dreamed your
dream."

Then he told the lovers, how — not, indeed, an
antique Temple — but a dwelling had once stood there,
and that a dark-clad guest had dwelt among its
inmates, sitting forever at the fire-side, and poisoning
all their household mirth. Under this type, Adam
Forrester and Lilias saw that the old man spoke of
sorrow. He told of nothing that might not be recorded
in the history of almost every household ; and yet his
hearers felt as if no sunshine ought to fall upon a spot
where human grief had left so deep a stain ; or, at
least, that no joyous Temple should be built there.

" This is very sad," said the Lily, sighing.

" Well, there are lovelier spots than this," said Adam
Forrester, soothingly — "spots which sorrow has not
blighted."

So they hastened away, and the melancholy Gas-
coigne followed them, looking as if he had gathered
up all the gloom of the deserted spot, and was bearing
it as a burthen of inestimable treasure. But still they
rambled on, and soon found themselves in a rocky
dell, through the midst of which ran a streamlet, with
ripple, and foam, and a continual voice of inarticulate
joy. It was a wild retreat, walled on either side with
gray precipices, which would have frowned somewhat
too sternly, had not a profusion of green shrubbery
rooted itself into their crevices, and wreathed gladsome
foliage around their solemn brows. But the chief joy

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of the dell was like the presence of a blissful child,
with nothing earthly to do, save to babble merrily and
disport itself, and make every living soul its playfellow,
and throw the sunny gleams of its spirit upon all.

"Here, here is the spot!" cried the two lovers with
one voice, as they reached a level space on the brink
of a small cascade. " This glen was made on purpose
for our Temple !"

" And the glad song of the brook will be always in
our ears," said Lilias Fay.

" And its long melody shall sing the bliss of our life-
time," said Adam Forrester.

" Ye must build no temple here !" murmured their
dismal companion.

And there again was the old lunatic, standing first
on the spot where they meant to rear their lightsome
dome, and looking like the embodied symbol of some
great woe, that, in forgotten days, had happened there.
And, alas! there had been woe, nor that alone. A
young man, more than a hundred years before, had
lured hither a girl that loved him, and on this spot had
murdered her, and washed his bloody hands in the
stream which sang so merrily. And ever since, the
victim's death shrieks were often heard to echo
beneath the cliffs.

" And see !" cried old Gascoigne, " is the stream yet
pure from the stain of the murderer's hands ?"

" Methinks it has a tinge of blood," faintly answered
the Lily, and being as light as gossamer, she trembled
and clung to her lover's arm, whispering, " let us flee
from this dreadful vale !"

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" Come, then," said Adam Forrester, as cheerily as
he could ; " we shall soon find a hapj)ier spot."

They set forth again, young pilgrims on that quest
which millions — which every child on earth — has tried
in turn. And were the Lily and her lover to be more
fortunate than all those millions ? For a long time, it
seemed not so. The dismal shape of the old lunatic
still glided behind them ; and for every spot that looked
lovely in their eyes, he had some legend of human
wrong or suffering, so miserably sad, that his auditors
could never afterwards connect the idea of joy with the
place where it happened. Here, a heart-broken woman,
kneeling to her child, had been spurned from his feet ;
here, a desolate old creature had prayed to the Evil
One, and had received a fiendish malignity of soul, in
answer to her prayer ; here, a new-born infant, sweet
blossom of life, had been found dead, with the impress
of its mother's fingers round its throat ; and here,
under a shattered oak, two lovers had been stricken by
lightning, and fell blackened corpses in each other's
arms. The dreary Gascoigne had a gift to know
whatever evil and lamentable thing had stained the
bosom of mother earth ; and when his funereal voice
had told the tale, it appeared like a prophecy of future
woe, as well as a tradition of the past. And now, by
their sad demeanor, you would have fancied that the
pilgrim lovers were seeking, not a temple of earthly
joy, but a tomb for themselves and their posterity.

" Where in the world," exclaimed Adam Forrester,
despondingly, " shall we build our Temple of Happi-
ness I"

" Where in this world, indeed !" repeated Lilias Fay ;

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and being faint and weary, the more so by the heavi-
ness of her heart, the Lily drooped her head and sat
down on the summit of a knoll, repeating, " where in
this world shall we build our Temple !"

" Ah ! have you already asked yourselves that
question ?" said their companion, his shaded features
growing even gloomier with the smile that dwelt on
them ; " yet there is a place, even in this world, where
you may build it."

While the old man spoke, Adam Forrester and Lilias
had carelessly thrown their eyes around, and perceived
that the spot, where they had chanced to pause,
possessed a quiet charm, which was well enough
adapted to their present mood of mind. It was a
small rise of ground, with a certain regularity of shape,
that had perhaps been bestowed by ait, and a group of
trees, which almost surrounded it, threw their pensive
shadows across and far beyond, although some
softened glory of the sunshine found its way there.
The ancestral mansion, wherein the lovers would
dwell together, appeared on one side, and the ivied
church, where they were to worship, on another.
Happening to cast their eyes on the ground, they
smiled, yet with a sense of wonder, to see that a pale
lily was growing at their feet.

" We will build our Temple here," said they, simul-
taneously, and with an indescribable conviction that
they had at last found the very spot.

Yet, while they uttered this exclamation, the young
man and the Lily turned an apprehensive glance at
their dreary associate, deeming it hardly possible that
some tale of earthly affliction should not make these

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precincts loathsome, as in every former case. The old
man stood just behind them, so as to form the chief
figure in the group, with his sable cloak muffling the
lower part of his visage, and his sombre hat overshad-
owing his brows. But he gave no word of dissent
from their purpose ; and an inscrutable smile was
accepted by the lovers as a token that here had been
no foot-print of guilt or sorrow, to desecrate this site
of their Temple of Happiness.

In a little time longer, while summer was still in its
prime, the fairy structure of the Temple arose on the
summit of the knoll, amid the solemn shadows of the
trees, yet often gladdened with bright sunshine. It
was built of white marble, with slender and graceful
pillars, supporting a vaulted dome ; and beneath the
centre of this dome, upon a pedestal, was a slab of
dark-veined marble, on which books and music might
be strewn. But there was a fantasy among the people
of the neighborhood, that the edifice was planned
after an ancient mausoleum, and was intended for a
tomb, and that the central slab of dark-veined marble
was to be inscribed with the names of buried ones.
They doubted, too, whether the form of Lilias Fay
could appertain to a creature of this earth, being so
very delicate, and growing every day more fragile, so
that she looked as if the summer breeze should snatch
her up and waft her heavenward. But still, she
watched the daily growth of the Temple ; and so did
old Walter Gascoigne, who now made that spot his
continual haunt, leaning whole hours together on his
staff, and giving as deep attention to the work as
though it had been indeed a tomb. In due time it was
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finished, and a day appointed for the simple rite of
dedication.

On the preceding evening, after Adam Forrester had
taken leave of his mistress, he looked back towards
the portal of her dwelling, and felt a strange thrill of
fear; for he imagined that, as the setting sunbeams
faded from her figure, she was exhaling away, and that
something of her ethereal svd^stance was withdrawn,
with each lessening gleam of light. With his farewell
glance, a shadow had fallen over the portal, and Lilias
was invisible. His foreboding spirit deemed it an omen
at the time, and so it proved ; for the sweetest form, by
Avhich the Lily had been manifested to the world, was
found lifeless, the next morning, in the Temple, with
her head resting on her arms, which were folded upon
the slab of dark-veined marble. The chill winds of
the earth had long since breathed a blight into this
beautiful flower, so that a loving hand had now
transplanted it, to blossom brightly in the garden of
Paradise.

But alas, for the Temple of Happiness ! In his
unutterable grief, Adam Forrester had no purpose more
at heart, than to convert this Temple of many delightful
hopes into a tomb, and bury his dead mistress there.
And lo ! a wonder ! Digging a grave beneath the
Temple's marble floor, the sexton found no virgin
earth, such as was meet to receive the maiden's dust,
but an ancient sepulchre, in which were treasured up
the bones of generations that had died long ago.
Among those forgotten ancestors was Lily to be laid.
And when the funeral procession brought Lilias thither
ill her coflSn, they beheld old Walter Gascoigne

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Standing beneath the dome of the Temple, with his
cloak of pall, and face of darkest gloom ; and wherever
that figure might take its stand, the spot would seem a
sepulchre. He watched the mourners as they lowered
the coffin down.

"And so," said he to Adam Forrester, with the
strange smile in which his insanity was wont to gleam
forth, " you have found no better foundation for your
happiness than on a grave !"

But as the Shadow of Affliction spoke, a vision of
Hope and Joy had its birth in Adam's mind, even from
the old man's taunting words ; for then he knew what
was betokened by the parable in which the Lily and
himself had acted ; and the mystery of Life and Death
was opened to him.

"Joy! joy!" he cried, throwing his arms towards
Heaven, " on a grave be the site of our Temple ; and
now our happiness is for eternity !"

Whh these words, a ray of sunshine broke through
the dismal sky and glimmered down into the sepulchre,
while, at the same moment, the shape of old Walter
Gascoigne stalked drearily away, because his gloom,
symbolic of all earthly sorrow, might no longer abide
there, now that the darkest riddle of humanity was
read.

3*

THE TWO GRAVES.*

BY I, MCLELLAN, JUJf.

Here, in the ray of morn and eve,

Gleams the white stone, that bears his name ;
While far away, beneath the sea,

Is sepulchred his frame.
But here, with solemn step, may come

Affection, with her streaming eye.
The father, with his manly grief,

The mother, with her mournful sigh,
The brother, with his brow of care.
The sister, with her secret prayer.

Dear Youth ! when seeking, in a foreign land,

New vigor for thy wasted form,
How fondly didst thou pant once more

To join the anxious group at home ;
Or hope, at least, to bid farewell

To life beside a father's hearth, —

* See preceding sketches of the monuments of Buck-
ingham and McLellan.

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That kindred hands might close thine eye,

And kindred hands place thee in earth.
But no ; — strange faces watched thy dying pain,
And strangers laid thy body in the main !

Another grave ! another name

Graved on the lonely church-yard stone,
Another youthful heart at rest,

Another youthful spirit flown !
And oft parental love shall seek

To pour its aching sorrow here,
And oft fraternal fondness bring

Its anguish and its tear.

And thou, too, in a foreign land

Didst follow after sacred lore,
Still panting for the joys of home.

When all thy wanderings were o'er.
But soon, alas ! ere many days

Had joined thee to that long-wished home,
That blooming head and youthful frame

Were slumbering in the tomb !

Dear Youth ! as by thine early grave

I hear the long grass, dirge-like, sigh.
Bright thoughts of other years arise

Till sorrow fills mine eye.
I think of youth, and joy, and bloom.

Of childhood's sports, and boyhood's glee,
When life seemed all a golden dream.

And each young heart beat free.
The happy sun that smiled at morn.

The bird that called us forth to play,
Awaked us then to no sad thought,

Awaked us to no toiling day ;

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Together, when the school-bell called,
Our willing youthful feet obeyed,

And when the eve grew dim, our heads
Were on the self-same pillow laid

Ah ! never more that happy voice

Will cheer me on life's thorny way,
And never more that buoyant frame

Will rise with me at peep of day ;
But low within the silent vault,

Beneath the dull and senseless clod,
It rests until that trump shall sound,

The awaking trump of God !

A THOUGHT OF MOUNT AUBURN.

BY MISS M. A. BROWNE.*

Fair land, whose loveliness hath filled

My soul's imaginings,
At whose high names my heart hath thrilled,

Through all its finest strings !
There was a sunny light around

My idlest thought of thee ;
I dreamed that thou a hallowed ground,

A fairy land, must be ;

. * Of Liverpool. Received by the Editor in reply to a
letter communicating the design of this volume.

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I thought upon thy boundless woods,

Thy prairies broad and lone, —
I thought upon thy rushing floods,

Thy cataracts' thunder-tone, —
On valleys, 'midst whose summer pride

Man's foot hath never been,
On cities rising, white and wide,

Amidst the forest green ;
I sent my heart to many a nook

Beyond the western waves ;
Strange, that its dreams should overlook

The places of thy graves !

I thought upon the Indian race.

Those phantoms of the past,
Following, unchecked, the patient chase.

Through forests, drear and vast;
I thought of all thy mighty ones,

The giants of their time.
Whose names their country proudly owns

Eternal, and sublime.
But of the myriads in their shrouds

Beside thy cities spread, —
I thought not of those nameless crowds.

Thy tribes of lowlier dead !

A shadow comes upon my dream.

Land of fair trees and flowers !
O'er thee hath swept death's mighty stream,

As o'er this isle of ours ;
Like hers, thy children have been wrung

With partings, day by day ;
Vain tears have poured, vain prayers have sprung.

Beside the senseless clay.

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I knew thou hadst no charmed shore,

I knew thy people die,
Yet never felt I so before

The cold reality ;
For now hath mournful fancy sped,

And many a lesson brings,
Since o'er one city of thy dead

She droops awhile her wings !

And, let her roam from pole to pole,

'Neath stormy skies or clear,
Still doth she whisper to my soul,

" The dead, the dead are here !"
Yea, all the differences of life

Are merged in one close tie ;
Here endeth feud, here ceaseth strife.

For all who live must die.
There is no bond of grief or mirth.

No link of land or faith,
Like that strong chain that binds all Earth

The brotherhood of Death !

THE DEPARTED.

BY PARK BENJAMIN.

Tbe departed ! the departed !

They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories,

Like shadows over streams j

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But where the cheerful lights of home

In constant lustre burn,
The departed — the departed

Can never more return !

The good, the brave, the beautiful !

How dreamless is their sleep,
Where rolls the dirge-like music

Of the ever-tossing deep, —
Or where the hurrying night-winds

Pale Winter's robes have spread
Above the narrow palaces,

In the cities of the dead !

I look around and feel the awe

Of one who walks alone.
Among the wrecks of former days,

In mournful ruin strown.
I start to hear the stirring sounds

Among the cypress trees;
For the voice of the departed

Is borne upon the breeze.

That solemn voice ! it mingles with

Each free and careless strain ;
I scarce can think Earth's minstrelsy

Will cheer my heart again.
The melody of Summer waves,

The thrilling notes of birds,
Can never be so dear to me,

As their remembered words.

I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles

Still on me sweetly fall !
Their tones of love I faintly hear

My name in sadness call.

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I know that they are happy,
With their angel plumage on ;

But my heart is very desolate,
To think that they are gone.

The departed ! — the departed !

They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories,

Like shadows over streams ;
But where the cheerful lights of home

In constant lustre burn,
The departed — the departed

Can never more return !

A MOTHER'S MONUMENT.

BY J. R. CHANDLER.

"The flowers that spring up on the sunny side of
hillocks, beneath remnants of snow-banks, are very small
and entirely scentless, and the little beauty which is
imputed to them, is chiefly from contrast with the desola-
tion and coldness in which they are found."

The death of a friend who never spared a fault of
my character, nor found a virtue which he did not
praise, had cast a gloom over my mind, which no
previous deprivation had produced. I remember how

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sceptical and heart-smitten — (not heart-broken — the
broken heart always believes) — I stood at his grave,
while the clergyman touched too little on his virtues,
and p>roclaimed,with a humble confidence, that he would
spring from the tomb to an immortality of happiness ;
and suggested the promises of Scripture, and argued
with logical precision, from texts and analogies, that
my friend should rise from the dead. Despondency is
not more the child than the parent of unbelief, — deep
grief makes us selfish, and the naturally timid and
nervous lose that confidence in promises, including
their own particular wish, which they yield to them
when the benefit of others is alone proposed. A little
learning is dangerous in such matters ; I suffered a
mental argument upon the probability of an event
which I so much desired, to displace the simple faith
which would have produced comparative happiness.
Those who have contended with, and at length yielded
to this despondency, alone know its painful operation.

Occupied with thoughts resulting from such an
unpleasant train of mind, I followed into a burying
ground, in the suburbs of the city, a small train of
persons, not more than a dozen, who had come to bury
one of their acquaintance. The clergyman in attend-
ance was leading a little boy by the hand, who seemed
to be the only relative of the deceased in the slender
group. I gathered with them round the grave, and
when the plain coffin was lowered down, the child
burst forth in uncontrollable grief The little fellow
had no one left to whom he could look for affection, or
who could address him in tones of parental kindness.

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The last of his kinsfolk was in the grave, and he was
alone.

When the clamorous grief of the child had a little
subsided, the clergyman addressed us with the
customary exhortation to accept the monition, and be
prepared; and, turning to the child, he added: "She
is not to remain in this grave forever ; as true as the
grass which is now chilled with the frost of the season,
shall spring to greenness and life in a few months, so
true shall your mother come up from that grave to
another life, to a life of happiness, I hope." The
attendants shovelled in the earth upon the coffin, and
some one took little William, the child, by the hand,
and led him forth from the lowly tenement of his
mother.

Late in the ensuing spring, I was in the neighborhood
of the same burying-ground, and seeing the gate open,
I walked among the graves for some time, reading the
names of the dead, and wondering what strange
disease could snatch off so many younger than myself
— when, recollecting that I was near the grave of the
poor v/idow, buried the previous autumn, I turned to
see what had been done to preserve the memory of one
so utterly destitute of earthly friends. To my surprise,
I found the most desirable of all mementos for a
mother's sepulchre : — little William was sitting near the
head of the now sunken grave, looking intently upon
some green shoots that had come forth, with the warmth
of spring, from the soil that covered his mother's coffin.

William started at my approach, and would have left
the place ; it was long before I covdd induce him to
tariT ; and, indeed, I did not win his confidence, until I

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told him that I was present when they buried his
mother, and had marked his tears at the time.

" Then you heard the minister say, that my mother
would come up out of this grave," said little William.

«Idid,"

" It is true, is it not ?" asked he, in a tone of confi-
dence.

"I most firmly believe it," said I.

"Believe it," said the child — "believe it — I thought
you knew it — I know it."

" How do you know it, my dear ?"

" The minister said, that as true as the grass would
grow up, and the flowers bloom in spring, so true
would my mother rise. I came a few days afterward,
and planted flower-seed on the grave. The grass
came green in this burying-ground long ago; and I
watched every day for the flowers, and to-day they
have come up too — see them breaking through the
ground ! — by and by mammy will come again."

A smile of exulting hope played on the features of
the boy; and I felt pained at disturbing the faith and
confidence with which he was animated.

"But, my little child," said I, "it is not here that
your poor mother will rise."

" Yes, here," said he, with emphasis — " here they
placed her, and here I have come ever since the first
blade of grass was green this year."

I looked around, and saw that the tiny feet of the
child had trod out the herbage at the grave-side, so
constant had been his attendance. What a faithful
watch-keeper! — What mother would desire a richer

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monument than the form of her only son, bending
tearful, but hoping, over her grave ?

" But, William," said I, " it is in another w^orld that
she will arise," — and I attempted to explain to him the
nature of that promise which he had mistaken. The
child was confused, and he appeared neither pleased
nor satisfied.

" If mammy is not coming back to me — if she is not
to come up here, what shall I do? — I cannot stay
without her."

" You shall go to her," said I, adopting the language
of the Scripture — " you shall go to her, but she shall
not come again to you."

" Let me go, then," said William, " let me go now,
that I may rise with mammy."

" William," said I, pointing down to the plants just
breaking through the ground, " the seed which is sown
there, would not have come up, if it had not been ripe ;
so you must wait till your appointed time, until your
end Cometh."

«T/ienIshallseeher?"

" 1 surely hope so."

" I will wait, then," said the child, " but I thought 1
should see her soon — I thought I should meet her hereP

And he did. In a month, William ceased to wait ;
and they opened his mother's grave, and placed his
little coffin on hers — it was the only wish the child
expressed in dying. Better teachers than I had
instructed him in the way to meet his mother ; and
young as the little sufferer was, he had learned that all
labors and hopes of happiness, short of Heaven, were
profitless and vain.

I SEC THEE STILL.

BY CHARLES SPRAGUE.

I see thee still !
Remembrance, faithful to her trust,
Calls thee in beauty from the dust ;
Thou comest in the morning light —
Thou'rt with me through the gloomy night }
In dreams I meet thee as of old ;
Then thy soft arms my neck enfold,
And thy sweet voice is in my ear ;
In every scene to memory dear

1 see thee still !

I see thee still,
In every hallowed token round ;
This little ring thy finger bound — ''"

This lock of hair thy forehead shaded,
This silken chain by thee was braided ;
These flowers, all withered now like thee,
Sweet Sister, thou didst cull for me ;
This book was thine — here didst thou read —
This picture, ah ! yes, here indeed

I see thee still I

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I see thee still ;
Here was thy summer noon's retreat,
This was thy favorite fire-side seat :
This was thy chamber, where, each day,
I sat and watched thy sad decay ;
Here on this bed thou last didst lie,
Here, on this pillow, thou didst die !
Dark hour ! once more its woes unfold —
As then I saw thee pale and cold,

I see thee still !

1 see thee still :
Thou art not in the tomb confined.
Death cannot claim the immortal mind.
Let earth close o'er its sacred trust,
Yet goodness dies not in the dust.
Thee, O my Sister, 'tis not thee,
Beneath the coffin's lid 1 see ;
Thou to a fairer land art gone —
There let me hope, my journey done,

To see thee still !

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