{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
He lay in the very neighbonrhood, in
which he had been rcared-in sight of his
own pleasant walks where he uscd to medi-
tate in the shade, and while away the hours
with his flute. His voice was now silent tor
ever, and his form hid away from the eyes
that were wont TO look upon him with joy;
but the scenes he loved were still lovely, the
valley stream ran on, the flowers grew gay
and beautiful, and the birds sang on the green
boughs. It awakened a commlngled feel
ing of melancholy and JOY, to look around on
the obiects that recalled him to remem-
brance. and then say-He is gonei gazcd
and gazed upon the grave, but it was voice
less; all silent, changeless, sealed up to the
end OF time.


1t hal been just year, but it seemed as
Yesterday, when we last walked together,
arm in arm, near that very spot. The same
sun then shone on us, that now shonc upon
his grave; and rcnember he admired the
appearance of the green willow, which
throws broken shade to-day around his
tombstone. Then was vigorous and happy;
it expanded and speculated amid the loveli-
ness and the mysteries of nature, and dwelt
on the same theories that others dwelt on.
and Wis one among us-where Is 1t now I!
From the my steres of this world, it had pas
scd to those of another; i'll pondcrlng ON
which thought loses itself in an ocean OF in
! terminable depth; and returns without hav-
ing cleaned a ray of light from the boundless
universe into which it plunged


Of the whole journey of mortality, We
S know something there are thousand path
ways. which lead us to the end of our pill
prim age; we shall travel one of them, which
, one we know not; yet VIC have seen some
thing of them all. But when one passes frou
the last stage, we lose his course Utterly
like him, who ventures away on the bNson
:. of the ocean alone, who we see no more
hear of no more.


Amid the dcceptions of the world; til


mockery Of our feelings; the dclusions ofhop
r. and the various occurrences that give us pat


while here; it is, last, sweet and soothing, t
/" turn to such scene as the grave OF friend


ship. 1t leeds us to q more correct estimat


of life than VIC take while immersed in th


business or pleasures of the world; It i'm
lpresses at once its uncertainty and its brev


ty on the mind; il dissipatcs in a mcasur


the dread that hangs over tho last hour. an


in the moment we feel our alliance to tn


grave, and feel, also, a secret satisfaction


that alliance. W. reflect that If the worl
n is full Of sorrow, We are hut passing throug


it to another, to better: TO scenes whel
III those we loved have gone before MS, whei


we shall gee and hold converse with them


gain; and share their lot, for ever. Thu


there is more of wisdom to be CLEANED fro


solitary walk among the tombs, than Il


giddy and the thoughtleSs dream of.