...breathed its last. MUSINGS ox THE GRAVE. — Washington Irving. [An example of the deepest pathos.] Oh ! the grave ! the grave ! — It buries every error,...resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but found regrets and tender recollections. "Who can look down, even upon the grave of an enemy, and not...

...than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn, even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error...down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. 5. O, the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error, covers...fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred...

...be he that moves my bones. " The grave ! the grave ! it buries every error, it covers every defect; from its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets...down upon the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...than song; there is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave ! the grave ! — it buries every error,...peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollection !" WASHINGTON IBVING. A PENSIVE youth has just entered Trinity; the college-book bears...

...subject to His crue'lty\ or scornv? Or, why hath man the will', and power" '. To make his fellows mourov? Who can look down upon the grave', even of an enemy', and not feel a compunctious throb', that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth", that lies mouldering...

...remembrance of the dead, to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave!—the grave! It buries every error — covers every defect...down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...the living. Oh the grave!— the grave !—It buries every error—covers every defect—extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none...down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering...

...than song ! There is a recollection of the dead, to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error —...every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none hut fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not...

...charms of the living. * * * Oh the grave ! the grave! it buries every error, it covers every defect ! from its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets, and tender recollections ! GEOFFRY CRAYON. "Are they not all ministering spirits}" WHERE is the cold, the senseless mind, Untaught...