the luxury of grief?
That they might there realize, in its full force, the affecting beatitude of the scriptures: “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted?”
Surely, surely, we have not done all our duty, if there yet remains a single incentive to human virtue, without its due play in the action of life, or a single stream of happiness, which has not been made to flow in upon the waters of affliction.
Considerations like those which have been suggested, have for a long time turned the thoughts of many distinguished citizens to the importance of some more appropriate places of sepulture.
There is a growing sense in the community of the inconveniences and painful associations, not to speak of the unhealthiness of interments, beneath our churches.
The tide, which is flowing with such a steady and widening current into the narrow peninsula of our metropolis, not only forbids the enlargement of the common limits, but admonishes us of the increasing dangers to the ashes of the dead from its disturbing movements.
Already in other cities, the church-yards are closing against the admission of new incumbents, and begin to exhibit the sad spectacle of promiscuous ruins and intermingled graves.
We are, therefore, but anticipating at the present moment, the desires, nay, the necessities of the next generation.
We are but exercising a decent anxiety to secure an inviolable home for ourselves and our posterity.
We are but inviting our children and their descendants, to what the Moravian Brothers
have, with such exquisite propriety, designated as “the Field