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the tomb, would keep the dust we have, from
minp,iup with the dust we are" yet there lin
gers around the grave of buried love an attrac-
tive holiness. that often draws us to IT, The
breeze that signs around us brings tranquility up.
on its wings ami the air is pure and free. as it
the spirits of those we love to think OF are near
and watching over us, had halowed It by their
presence. Though am not superstl''ous' YET
should choose to die in my birthplace to close
nv life where began it, and to rest in the peace
fil bosom of that spot which was the scene of my
sports in childhood should choose calmly to bid
the world farewell, and in the stiffness and re-
,rement of the country to wrap the mantle OF age
about me, and TO lie down at peace with mankind
and with my own heart and that the friends who
came to look upon my grave, should say


Alas he is dead


Gone TO his death-bed,


All under the willow tree.