THE CHURCH-YARD
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You have sauntered, perhaps, of q moon light evening, out of the precincts of the living, moving world, to finger and contemplate among the grass grown memorials Of those who are gone from a. mongus, and whose earthly remains have been consigned tothis their last and cer- tain inheritance.