" Thci-o ttie Hitted cease flMm troubling; end tbei'e the weary be



T IIE day was when it was thought a fit
thing that the Christian's last resting-
1 place should be surrounded by gloomy
and repulsive associations, and when it
was thought right that around the grave there should
be gathered the sad emblems of mortal decay, rather
tlian the memorials of immortal hope. In the gloom
of cathedral vaults, where tlie snnbeam woald never
fall nor the daisy grow, the dust was given to the dust
from which it came ; and the dark fiincy of the sculp-
tor ran riot in devismg gh istly tokens of the degrada-
tion of that which nis the human body, now uuder
the dominion of decaj and death It was not of
peacKful rest, — not ot the gloiious deliverance from
sin aiid sorrow, — not of the Saviom s blessed face
seen without a veil at last, — that tlie bui-ying-place
of the Middle Ages would remind you, but nither of
mouldering bones and dreamless heads, as though
that had been most, or all.
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13C DEPARTED TEOUUI.E .\JN-D WELCOME REST.
