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The picturesque pocket companion, and visitor's guide, through Mount Auburn 6 0 Browse Search
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hard C. Derby, James A. Dickson, John Davis, Daniel Denny, H. A. S. Dearborn, George Darracott, David Eckley, Alexander H. Everett, Henry H. Fuller, Robert Farley, Benjamin Fiske, Samuel P. P. Fay, John Farrar, Ebenezer B. Foster, Charles Folsom, Richard Fletcher, Francis C. Gray, John C. Gray, Benjamin B. Grant, Benjamin A. Gould, Oliver Hastings, Thomas Hastings, Charles Hickling, Zelotes Hosmer, Daniel Henchman, Elisha Haskell, Abraham Howard, Enoch Hobart, Sarah L. Howe, Zachariah Hicks, Henderson Inches, William Ingalls, Deming Jarves, Charles T. Jackson, Joseph B. Joy, George H. Kuhn, Abel Kendall, Jr. Josiah Loring, Henry Loring, John Lamson, Seth S. Lynde, William Lawrence, Amos Lawrence, Abbott Lawrence, John Lemist, Francis C. Lowell, Charles Lowell, Henry Lienow, Isaac Livermore, Isaac Mead, R. D. C. Merry, Isaac McLellan, Francis J. Oliver, Thomas H. Perkins, Jr. George W. Pratt, Isaac Parker, Samuel Pond, Joh
Antigua, Oct. 18, 1813; and of Elizabeth, his widow, born in Boston, May 5, 1760, interred here May 23, 1834:-- They meet To part no more, And, with celestial welcome, greet, On an immortal shore. Following this is the obelisk of Wyman and Howe, bearing the date of 1834, and the single word, round the base, resurgemus. The pannelled monument with plinths, which we now come to, will suggest many reflections similar to those awakened by one already noticed. The Observer calls the objeclast rite man pays to man is paid: The plashing waters mark his resting place, And fold him round in one long, cold embrace; Bright bubbles for a moment sparkle o'er, Then break, to be, like him, beheld no more; Cushing. Thayer. Wyman and Howe. Edwin Buckinghan. Down, countless fathoms down, he sinks to sleep, With all the nameless shapes that haunt the deep. Rest, Loved One, rest-beneath the billow's swell, Where tongue ne'er spoke, where sunlight never fell; Rest-till the God who