...hour of gloom ; yet who would exchange it even for the song of pleasure, or the burst of revelry ? No, there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song....remembrance of the dead, to which we turn even from the ckarms of the living. Oh, the grave ! — the grave! — It buries every error — covers every defect...

...-ßyerc'i Willium III. •y'''-ТнЕ GRAVE. — Oh, the grave! the grave! It bruises every terror, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none hot fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of en enemy, and not...

...hour of gioom ; yet who would exchange it oven for the song of pleasure, or the burst of revelry ? No, there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song....— It buries every 'error— covers every defect — 4 extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender...

...who are dead — who are in a brighter world than ours ; and who does not love to speak of them 1 " Oh ! the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error,...none but fond regrets and tender recollections." Who knows how to speak to the heart better than Irving ? One of the ladies put these lines into my hand...

...the day of gloom ; yet who would exchange it even for scenes of pleasure, or the transports of joy? No! there is a voice from the tomb sweeter 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...

...even for the song of pleasure, or the burst of revelry? No, there is a voice from the tomb iweeter than song There is a remembrance of the dead to which...we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the gravel — the grave! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment...

...imperfections which attach themselves to the best. " But the Grave ! the Grave ! it buries every error, it covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment....spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections." Trifling spots on the bright disk of moral worth are merged and lost in its predominating effulgence...

...hour of gloomj yet who would exchange it even for" the song of pleasure, or the burst of revelry?. No; there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song....which we turn even from the. charms of the living. ~-Oli, the gravel — the grave! Jt buries every error -^ covers every defect — extinguishes every...

...described by one of our best American writers, that I can do nothing so well as to copy his words : — " Oh the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error,...every defect, extinguishes every resentment. From this peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down even upon...

...! the grave ! It baries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment. From this peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down even upon the grave of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he ever should have warred...