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The picturesque pocket companion, and visitor's guide, through Mount Auburn, Appendix I: General Dearborn's Report. (search)
trees; and thither the inhabitants of the imperial city generally resort, during the sultry months of summer, to enjoy the cool breezes, which descend from the Euxine, or are wafted over the waves of the Propontis. Throughout Italy, France and England, there are many cemeteries which are ornamented with forest-trees and flowering shrubs. Pere la Chaise, in the environs of Paris, has been admired, and celebrated, by every traveller who has visited that beautiful garden of the dead. In Liverpool a similar burying-ground was completed three years since, and a meeting has recently been held in London for forming one in the vicinity of that city, of a size and on a scale of magnificence which shall quadrate with the wealth and vast extent of the mighty capital of a great nation. Within the central area are to be exact models of the superb temples, triumphal arches, columns and public monuments of Greece and Rome, as receptacles or memorials of departed worthies of the empire. The
The picturesque pocket companion, and visitor's guide, through Mount Auburn, Miscellanies. (search)
us to no toiling day; Together, when the school-bell called, Our willing youthful feet obeyed, And when the eve grew dim, our heads Were on the self-same pillow laid Ah! never more that happy voice Will cheer me on life's thorny way, And never more that buoyant frame Will rise with me at peep of day; But low within the silent vault, Beneath the dull and senseless clod, It rests until that trump shall sound, The awaking trump of God! A thought of Mount Auburn. Miss M. A. Browne. Of Liverpool. Received by the Editor in reply to a letter communicating the design of this volume. Fair land, whose loveliness hath filled My soul's imaginings, At whose high names my heart hath thrilled, Through all its finest strings! There was a sunny light around My idlest thought of thee; I dreamed that thou a hallowed ground, A fairy land, must be; I thought upon thy boundless woods, Thy prairies broad and lone,-- I thought upon thy rushing floods, Thy cataracts' thunder-tone,-- On valleys, 'mi