with reverent silence and profound delight to the enjoyment of the eloquent address of Judge Story
, the accomplished scholar and eminent jurist, the man justly honored and beloved of all. There was a burst of solemn music by the band, and a thousand voices united in a grand melody as the hymn of praise ascended on high.
It was a scene and a time never to be forgotten by those so fortunate as to be present.
Since that perfect autumnal day, an innumerable multitude have been laid in their last silent sleep to dreamless rest under the empoweringZZZ trees.
Now all the winding ways, the secluded path, the hillsides, the hollows, the long ridges, the mount, are marked as the resting-places of the statesmen, the warriors, the scholars, the philanthropists, the heroes, the sages, the poets, the scientists, the Christian
teachers, the beloved and honored women, to whose memories all the world comes to do reverence in this city of the departed, this still and silent land.
Yet not still, yet not silent; for all the sweet voices of nature, the song of birds, the dropping of waters, the wind's soft sighing that stirs the trembling leaves, the tremor that thrills along the grass, the faint rustle of the waving ferns, the hum of bees, the shrill call of insects, --are they not all meet for the requiem service of the silent sleepers?