Farewell, my friends, dry up your tears, Esteemed the Riches and Glory of this I must lie here till Christ appears.

World as Dust, The last two lines are a commonplace while another Christian of 1717, of American burial-grounds, and were

In God's House evidently added to piece out the four

Took Great Delyte original lines.

And Private Meetings The diversity of the grammatical

Of ye Upright. “person” of these rustic inscriptions is

An equal difference is noticeable in interesting. Sometimes it is the dead

the disposition of the dead by mortuary who speaks to the living, sometimes the

inscription. living addressing the lead, or telling 1807, has already

Thus one, who died in his virtues to the spectator. Sometimes even the dead talks to himself. Some- Left the cumbr'us clods of clay times the voice is of neither quick nor And soars triumphant in the realms of day. dead, but of immortal psalmist and While his near neighbor mourns : prophet crying to the God of us all. So, too, the invocations to the living are My Beauty great is all quite gone, of a strangely varied character. Some- My flesh is wasted to the bone ;

My house is narrow now and throng times we are peremptorily bidden “ "to

[thronged], drop a tear,” sometimes as perempto- Nothing but Truth comes from my Tongue. rily forbidden to. Sometimes we are O if you should see me this day jeered at for our fulness of life, some- I do not think but you would say times almost maliciously reminded that That I had never been a Man, we too are ripe for corruption and the So much altered now I am.

While still another's In Marblehead, a stone of 1787

Dust waits here for the jubilee says:

To then shine brighter than the sky I charge you, o, ye

To join and part no more Memento to take care of my dust.

With goodly parents that's gone before. The very next one to it, of date but a

In contrast with this dust, contented year later, 1788, enjoins :

to wait indefinitely, another sings : – Don't view my relicks with concern.

I smile from above on my dust Ocease to drop the pitying tear.

Which now cannot weep no more. I'm got beyond pain and fear. Another time we found ourselves A Bridgewater inscription shows treated like raw recruits at drill. One resignation and hope in another gramstone commanded :

matical “ person :" Advance, my friend !

'Tis useless now for to mourn,

He can't come back I see ; the very next :

So I must return unto him,
Retire, my friend !

For he can't return unto me.
In the old parish churchyard, near

All along our rugged coast, studded Harvard University, an almost obliter

with savage islands, we find mildewed ated inscription once read :

bits of stone telling many a piteous tale. Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of Sometimes it is merely died by drownthee

ing;" sometimes " died from exposure And now I'm careless what thou say’st of on a wreck ;” sometimes “ starved to

death in a boat ;” sometimes simply Close by is another :

“ Drownded.' She did not hate the world but was satisfied

Upon a Maine island, where the with it.

organ-like billows are never still, are “ A Christian gentleman," who died in the united graves of men drowned Springfield in 1733, is represented as within sight of home returning from a having

foreign voyage :



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Here in this grave the bodies do sleep

A firm professor of Christianity in Of those who had crossed the wide ocean The Baptist Church fifty years, deep,

Left 146 lineal posterity. Instead of reaching the opposite shore

With a strong mind and One cold frosty morning they all was no Full Faith of a Glorious Hereafter

Stature, 6 feet ; Weight, 200 lbs. A stone in Fairfield, Connecticut, re

Death had no terrors. lates, with strict attention to double Not upseldom these inscriptions conrhyme :

cern themselves with the earthly occuHe on the waves of watery graves

pation of the “ relicks” below. A stone The last breath he did catch ;

in Cambridge, Massachusetts, tells :In blooming youth, to tell the truth,

This Good Dame Death did him quickly snatch.

No longer School can keep, In Bridge water, 1787, we are told :

Which gives us cause Beneath is laid a blooming maid,

For children's sake to weep. Who ended life's sad day,

While one in Windsor, Maine, reads : Drownded in streams that quenched life's

Here lies the body of Rich'd Thomas, flames And draw'd her breath away.

an inglishman by birth.

A Whig of '76. A stone erected to two brothers, dead

By occupation a cooper in 1783, seems to give a voice to but

Now food for worms, one of them, which voice offers rather Like an old rum puncheon, pusillanimous advice :

Marked, numbered and shooked.

He will be raised again and finished by his Reader, beware, and venture not too far

Maker. To save one drowning, lest my fate you

September 28th, 1824 ; aged 75. share

America, my adopted country, The second I ventured in to save

My best advice to you is this, take care of A brother drowning brought me to my

your liberties. grave. One of 1772 complains : Not four years old before he found A wat’ry grave where he was drowned.

From The Athenæum,

THE PETRIE PAPYRI. It is not difficult to imagine the in

A NEW HISTORICAL DOCUMENT. effable delight with which these unlutored Miltons surveyed their work. AMONG the private documents writNot Homer, not Shakespeare, not ten in large and easy characters I have Dante, , felt ever one throb of such recently found five picces which, when artistic triumph.

put together, appeared to refer to a war Springfield, Massachusetts, has a abroad, not to the management of home stone to the memory of

affairs. The names Seleucia and AnA French gentleman who died while

tioch were the first to arrest my attenpass

tion. ing through this town.

Ultimately parts of three very One inscription of cheerful spirit is an

broad, adjoining columns were placed

in their order, and it now seems safe to orthographical curiosity :

say that we have a scrap of a personal Her victory now is obtained,

narrative sent home by a soldier from She gon her deer Saviour to Se ;

his campaign. The size and character Her wishes she fully have gained,

of the writing make me think that we She gon where she long to be.

are not face to face with a new historian The above must have been written by or with a formally edited work. one not born to the English language. What is the campaign in question ?

Guildford, Connecticut, has a tremen-. This, too, seems to be settled by the dously long-winded epitaph, of which proper names and the localities menthe conclusion reads :

tioned. The first and very mutilated

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column refers to operations in which fleet, as the avengers of a great crime. Epigenes (Dittenb., Syll., i. No. 173, Possibly the participators in it may and note) appears. Then (in the sec- have been the loudest in their demonond) comes Aribazus, the satrap of strations when the Egyptian fleet arKilia (which I take to be a blunder for rived. Laodice and her sons were far Kilikia), who sends to Ephesus and to away in Asia Minor, and the Egyptian the party of Laodice. There is a battle, invasion of the Cilician coast may well or, rather, the storming of a city and have been intended to separate them fort, from which Aribazus escapes, and from their capital. It is hardly possible attempts to cross the passes of the that the Seleucia and Antioch named Taurus. Then the writer's party (he can be those in Pisidia - an alternative speaks throughout as we) proceed by which I have carefully considered. But easy stages in their ships to a fort called I will not hazard more conjectures. Posideon, and then, having manned as There seems to be no hope of finding many vessels as the harbor of Seleucia any more of this precious text. My. would hold, enter that port, where they colleague, Mr. Bury, is helping to test are received with acclamations by the and verify the reading, and the combipopulace. But this is nothing to the nation of the several pieces. The size magnificent reception they get next day of the whole will make it difficult to (at Antioch), from which all the popu- autotype without reduction ; but this lation, priests, magistrates, ephebi, and text, with that of the “Laches,” will be the rest, crowned with garlands, come among the most interesting in the secout to meet them; and here the frag- ond part of the publication of the Greek ment ends with the third column. texts of the Petrie Papyri, undertaken

All these details fit perfectly into one by the Royal Irish Academy. Unfortuof the most deplorable gaps in history nately the printing goes on very slowly,

- the great campaign of Ptolemy III. and the verification or correction of the (Euergetes) against the kingdom of decipherment is very laborious. Hence Syria at the opening of his reign it is that a preliminary sketch, such as (246 B.C.). His sister, the young queen this, deserves to be made for the learned of Syria, was murdered by the orders world. The full and complete account of the king's first wife, Laodice, who, so far as I can make it complete — when repudiated, retired to Sardis, cannot be expected for some months. where her brother Achæus was a great Into the lesser matters, connected lord. The king himself (Antiochus with the price of labor, the guarding of Theos), having gone to Sardis, there the dykes, the repairing of buildings — fell a victim to the vengeance of Lao- all of great special interest - I cannot dice, whose partisans at Antioch dis- here enter. One fact, however, which patched the young Egyptian queen and bears upon a controversy which has her infant. To avenge this crime the lasted sixty years, I will mention. The third Ptolemy conquered all Asia. But price of ten thousand mud bricks is of his wonderful successes we have the given at ten drachmæ, and immediately very scantiest knowledge. The sum- follows the equivalent; in copper sic mary of Justin would hardly be be- hundred. The ratio of the silver to lieved, were it not corroborated by the the copper coinage (silver and copper inscription of Adule (copied by Cosmas drachme) has exercised the learned in the fifth century). But now we ever since the famous Amadeo Peyron have (I hope) recovered at least this guessed it to be 1:60. The text just detail, that the Egyptian party at Se- quoted seems to show clearly that about leucia and Antioch was strong enough, the year 250 B.C. this conjecture holds or those great cities helpless enough, good. But the papyri under the learned to turn against the party of Laodice abbot's, hands were all at least a cenand her sons, and welcome the invading tury later.


Fifth Series, Volume LXXXII,

No. 2551. – May 20, 1893.


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Blackwood's Magazine,

Physical Geography By Alfred R. Wal-

Nineteenth Century,

Chambers' Journal, .
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Time-worn, but resolute, I see

The face that makes earth heaven to me A DEATH IN THE WEST HIGHLANDS.

Through these my shortening days. UNGATHERED lie the peats upon the moss ; | Grief-worn, but patient, it has cheered

No more is heard the shaggy pony's hoof; My heart that doubted, shrank, and feared The thin smoke curls no more above the In life's bewildering maze.

roof; Unused the brown-sailed boat doth idly toss It might have made my summer bliss At anchor in the Kyle ; and all across Ah, dearest ! take it not amiss, The strath the collie scours without re- That I am sad to-day. proof;

We met too late - dull autumn's time The gather'd sheep stand wonderingly Had touched our lives with chilling rime, aloof;

Our skies were bleak and grey. And everywhere there is a sense of loss.

We met too late — for us no spring “Has Sheumais left for over sea ? Nay, Might lead to summer blossoming ; sir,

And yet it might have been ! A se'ennight since a gloom came over If I had known you when the flowers him ;

Were budding in life's early hours, He sicken'd, and his gaze grew vague and

And all hope's leaves were green ! dim;

It might have been ! But ah ! not now, Three days ago we found he did not stir.

Too late, too late, for lover's vow, He has gone into the Silence. 'Neath yon

Too late for wifely kiss. fir He lies, and waits the Lord in darkness Too late for dreams of love and home,

“ The time of singing-birds is come,”
Good Words.

Sweet music I must miss.
Too late! But see! I take from you
The snowdrop white, the violet blue,

The pale anemone.

And, dear, I think that otherwhere,

A spring eternal, new and fair,
SPRING flowers ? Beloved, lay them here,

Doth wait for you and me.

All The Year Round. And let me clasp with pressure dear

The hand that pulled for me
These bonny blossoms -snowdrops white,
Blue violets, yellow aconite,

And frail anemone.

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