VARIETY,

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 I'te dearest ties are sundered, and tIle sable pail conveys to the grave the young, the beautiful, the aged and the worthy. The solemn knell rolls along the breeze as it tolls the mournfl ob- .sequies which are paid to the dead, and strikes on the ear of the living with an .ominous and warning note.

 There IS something peculiarly instruc- tive in those simple ceremonies which we devote to our deceased friends when VIC say, Let us arise and bury our dead The last look which we bestow upon that eountenanee which has glad denedus with it's smile; the company of moumers and friends who have assem- bled on this heart-rending occasion; the address which ascends from the lips of 1he divine to the throne of Being who is seen only in his works; the silence and sorrow of those who arc left for a little time on earth, until it shall be their fate te follow the departed; the process sion as 1t slowly moves towards the late cstllsii y tenement oif man; the peal struck from the village church, which now comes upon one listless earth of clay the falling of earth upon the young and amiabie-fhe return and dispersion of sEc silent congregation and those sad dened feelings which We bear with us 70 our pillows, and the void, never again to be filled, which Is made among the little rank of those NC love-all these feelings furnish moral too forcibly ap- piled tohe resisted, and awaken thoughts upon the future, beyond all that the most lahered essay or most eloaucnt tongue can produce. We turn from silis scene to that which is penciled up- on future years; whcnthe rose and sweet briar spring from the turf resting on that bosom now beating with pleasure It our approach, and heaving the con yulsive sob at our atllictions, when, in fine, all that VIC now lock upon. with so much delight, shall become but an un- seemly skeleton withina narrow grave.

 Change the dream, and we ourselves are to become the victims ofa like trans formation. The siia, the cottage Of OUT infancy, the lake glimmering beneath the silvery moon, the vault of heaven, the friends of our youth. the partnerof our pillow, ali, all the luxaries of ina gination and of life, arc to become dim and indistinct; passion after passion, must expire; sense after sense must fol- Tow, oblivion will silently steal each ob-