IS. He'll deserving.

L Fl T. G RAVE YARD.
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/ The following eloquent and beautiful ex-
tract is from "The ViIlage Graveyard"
written by the Rev Mr. Greenwood, of
Boston


never shun graveyard; the thought
lul melancholy which il inspires is grateful
rather than disagreeabIe to me it gives
me no pain 10 tread on the green roof of
that dark mansion, whose chambers | must
occupy 50 soon-and often wander from
choice to place where there is neither
solitude nor Society-something human is
there bat the folly, the hustle, the vanities,
The Pretenslons, the competitions, the pride
OF humanity are gone-men are there, but
the passions are hushed, and their spirits
are StlII-maevolence has lost its power
OF harmlng, appetite is sated, ambition lies
low, and lust is cold; anger has done -ra-
wing, all disputes are ended, all revelry is
over; the fellcst animosity is deeply buried,
and the most dangerous sins are safely con-
fined by the thickIy piled clods of the val
ley; vice is dumb and powerless, and vir-
Tue IS waiting in silence for the trump of
the archangel, and the voice of God.