SERIOUS Rur1ECTIogS.

From tn Emporium.
THE GRAVE OF FRIENDSHIP.
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"No sound of human toll or strife,


To deaths lone dwelling speaks of life
Nor bre,ks the silence still and deep.


Wherethou, beneath thy burial stone,


Art lad i'll that unstartled sleep


The lving eye hath never known"


stood, in the bright morning of a sun.
mer day, beside the green grave of an eaily
and beloved companion; and mused upon tie
scene, and pondered over the realities l.
brought to my mind. The history Of him
who lay below was brief and simple--He had
grownup like young tree full of blossoms,
and promised much fruit; an ingenious soul,
benevolent heart, and bright mind, en-
deared him to all who knew him; he had
finished his acadcmical and professional ed
ucaton, and was engaged to be married to &
beautiful girl, one every way worthy of him
IN the midst of youth, and health, ant
strength, he was suddenly cut down by IA
tai fever, and died, with all his vigorous pow.
ers Ill full exercise. In his last hours many
pressed in to see him, and among them came
the lady OF his love. She did not dream
none dreamt, his exit was so near at hand
, for his cheek was flushed and his eye bright
and he had not fallen away from his forme,
appearance. But he said to her-"I, shal
die, and You will not forget me, before W,
meet again" A shudder, swift as an cleo
eric shock, ran from heart to heart. Hi
words were prophetic; she pined, and droop
co. apa o'sd' She never forgot him.