THE GRAVE STONES.

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In passing along the New York canal, during last summer, my attention was attracted by the sight of one or two white tombstones, which stood at a short distance from the water, on the side of an uneven hill, with no enclosure about them, and not even a tree or shrub nigh, to relieve their aspect of bleak loneliness. The grave is always an eloquent teacher; whether it lie amid the close walls of a crowded city, or among the silent fields and flower fringed water courses, or deep in the bosom of the wilderness, alike distant from the dwelling places of living men and the company of the quiet people of the churchyard;, whether it be marked by a pompous mausoleum, or only a slight swelling of the green turf; whether it be wrapped over the cold remains of what was once the home of the earth's most gifted spirit, or fold in its dark embraces the ashes of some nameless mendicant, still there comes from its silent recesses a tone of mystery and awe, that wakens a responsive thrill in the cords of almost every human bosom.