Of women under such rule, it may truly be said, the grave is their best, their only friend.

"Within these walls, in one of these roofless rooms, you were born," said Phillips, "and that grave before which you prayed is the grave of a man named Luffe, who defended this fort in those days.

His aspect grave, almost to sadness; his modesty actually shaking; his voice deep, a little tremulous, and so low as to call for close attention," There can be little doubt that this non-speech-making ability was not merely the result of inaptitude, but was also a principle, for when his favorite nephew was elected a burgess, and made a well-thought-of speech in his first attempt, his uncle wrote him, "You have, I find, broke the ice.

Graves are beds now for the weary; Death a nap, to wake more merry; Youth now, full of pious duty, Seeks in thee for perfect beauty; The weak and aged, tired with length Of days, from thee look for new strength; And infants with thy pangs contest, As pleasant as if with the breast.

In addition to the letter from "A Father" referred to below, the essay produced, seven months later, in the August number of the London Magazine, a long poetical "Epistle to Elia," signed "Olen," in which very simply and touchingly Lamb was reminded that the grave is not the end, was asked to consider the promises of the Christian faith, and finally was offered a glimpse of some of the friends he would meet in heavenamong them

Among the extraordinary fancies of this extraordinary racewho are ever panting for something new, even if it be a new territorythe most strange is the metallic coffin: the grave is no protection against their mania for novelty.

His grave is still the Mecca of many a pilgrimage, and the corner-stone of a statue to his memory has been laid for some years on a commanding site in the city of his birth.

In his life he had performed divers miracles so that his grave became a place of pilgrimage, and it is said to have been about this shrine that the village and church of Steyning grew up.

That grave had been, of course, from the very first, the final, the ultimate objective of my journey.

That indeed was the triumph of military practice, and when Jerusalem fell for the twenty-third time, and thus for the first time passed into the hands of British soldiers, the whole force felt that the sacrifices which had been made on the gaunt forbidding hills to the north-west were worth the price, and that the graves of Englishman, Scot and Colonial, of Gurkha, Punjabi, and Sikh, were monuments to the honour of British arms.

" Grave is the Master's look; his forehead wears Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares: Uneasy lie the heads of all that rule, His worst of all whose kingdom is a school.

Or, if the grave be now thy bed, Why am I ignorant of the same 5 That I may rest; and neither blame Nor sorrow may attend thy name? II Seven years, alas!

How she found the grave remained a mystery in the family, as no one believed her straightforward story that she had been present at the funeral.

One only thing he knows, That his life flits a frail uneasy spark In the great vast of universal dark, And that the grave may not be all repose.

So grave was the state of this unhappy country that the government felt obliged to bring in a bill suspending the habeas corpus act, which the chancellor of the exchequer eloquently supported.

I can tell ye, birkies, either the deer's grave or bonny Jane Ogilvie's is no twa yards aff the place where that horse's hind-feet are standin'; sae ye may howk, an' see if there be ony remains.

Kempner's grave had not been quieter.

If the grave is some distance from the village, the body is carried thither on the back of a pony, being first wrapped in blankets and then laid prone, across the saddle, one person walking on either side to support it.

This grave had always been a scene of delight to me.

The grave is dreamless!

And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

The grave is but a covered bridge, leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

We think, and with some reason, that we do not need its teachings; for we are freed from the thraldom that gave edge to its democratic satire; and we have learned to look with greater calmness, if not with higher hope, upon the future, to which the grave is but the ever-open portal.

The grave is darkness and good deeds are its lamps; but for the betrayer, there shall be no light!'

In him all things were now submerged in the wild thought that Joanne was free, and the grave had been the key to her freedom.