]" The body to it's place i,

And Inc so.,I 10 Icayon's grace And the rest Is Gods alone.,'
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And the rest is Gods alone."

 An appalling chill shoots through the current of life. at the undisturbed and universal silence of the scene-the stars tranquilly shining on the white marble, and freely Illuminating the name which friendship had carved for the slumber- CT beneath; here the grass waving in rank iuxuriance, as if to hide the tri- anPhs and trophies Of death, and there q human bone unearthcd from it's time worn sepulchre, ghastly visitor to the realms of day; wooden tablet, marking the repose of the humble, a cross, the sign of the believer. and lofty and mag nificent memorials over the mortal relics of the wealthy and the great. An! who, in such an assemblage as this can be ac counted gseat9 What gold survives the crucible of death?

 We canlearn nothing from the living which the dead do not teach us. Would beauty be modest and unpretending, let hero the ball and the festival for moment, and carry her toilet to the tomb. Would the proud learn humanity; the penurious charity; the frivolous serious nes; tie bigotted philanthropy; would the scholar ascertain the true objects of knowledge; the man of the world, the true means of happiness here and hereafter; the ambitious, the true sources of greatness, let him retire for a while from the living and communi- cate with the dead. We must all come to the mournful and silent grave. Our bones must mingle in one common mass. Our affections should travel in the same path, forthey must terminate in one fear ful issue. Life is full of frailtics. of vir- tue and of happiness; and when you would abuse them, go purify your afIec- tons, and humble your pride, and leave your hopesat the tomb of a friend. when the stars are shining upon it like the g1o- rious beams of religion on the mansion of death.