...sea, The silent grave. Thither all earthly pomp and hoast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In that dark wave! Thither the mighty torrents stray — Thither...tinkling rill . There, all are equal: — side by Bide The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. This world is but the rugged road Which...

...highly prize. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave : Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In that dark wave ; Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling...

...away. III. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed...poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. nr. I will not here invoke the throng Of orators and sons of song, The deathless few ; Fiction entices...

...charm, and where every approach to arrogance should be avoided, it is that last narrow house : ' where side by side, The poor man and the son of pride, Lie calm and still !' To throw around the grave the gorgeous paraphernalia of living haughtiness, appears a kind of horrid...

...swallowed up and lost Thither the hrook pursues its way And tinkling rill; There all are equal — side hy side. The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. This world is hut the tugged road Which leads us to the hright ahode Of peace ahove ; So let us choose...

...pass away. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed...poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. I will not here invoke the throng Of orators and sons of song, The deathless few; Fiction entices and...

...For the GREAT WESTERN didn't barst her boiler f THE GRAVE YARD. " There all are equal, side by sid«, The poor man, and the son of pride, Lie calm and still." Voiees of the night. How peacefully they rest ; th« young, the old/ The grave, and gay, here sleep...

...pass away. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed...poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. I will not here invoke the throng Of orators and sons of song, The deathless few ; Fiction entices...

...Bede's ! " Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that nnfathomed, boundless sea, The ailent grave. Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still." As we mounted...

...continued.) Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that mi t'al homed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Longfelloto. For " The Friend." Some Account of Edward Andrews, ^" Cast thy bread upon the waters,"...