lie mouldering in t;beds of darkness.quot; Close by me stood t cion, rudely carved of oak in taste of a remote and Got as if contrived rical arti?ce to produce an effect upon type of t erally but a step from to t one t tos ogeto living greatness?--to s, even in t of its proudest exaltation, t and diso  soon arrive-- cro pass a must lie do and disgraces of tomb, and be trampled upon   by t of t of titude. For, strange to tell, even tuary. ty in some natures   to revenge on trious dead t y s; tre olen from t a royal monument but bears some proof ive is tilated, some covered ,--all more or less outraged and dishonored.

    t beams of day ly streaming ted s above me; ts of ty of trange sain lig tant footfall of a verger, traversing ts Corner, range and dreary in its sound. I sloraced my mornings  at tal of ters, th echoes.

    I endeavored to form some arrangement in my mind of ts I emplating, but found to indistinctness and confusion. Names, inscriptions, tropion, taken my foot from off t, t I, is t assemblage of sepulc a treasury of ion--a erated iness of renoainty of oblivion? It is, indeed, t ss in state mocking at t and forgetfulness on ts of princes. , after all, is tality of a name! time is ever silently turning over oo mucory of t to ters and anecdotes t gave interest to t; and eaco be speedily forgotten. to-day puserday out of our recollection, and urn be supplanted by omorro;Our fat; says Sir t;?nd t memories, and sadly tell us ; ory fades into fable; fact becomes