. Fenimore Cooper's grave and Christ churchyard . There are two kinds of men; those who lovechurchyards, and those who care for them notat all. Both kinds visit Christ churchyard, andthe classification is automatic. Some glance atCoopers grave and haste away with an air ofduty done. The lovers of churchyards linger,and stroll thoughtfully among the tombs. Theyfind a charm in the most obscure memorials ofthe dead. They read aloud to each other thequaint inscriptions. Now and again they pauseto copy some chiseled epitaph that strikes thefancy. They kneel or lie prone upon the turfbefore a crumbl
. Fenimore Cooper's grave and Christ churchyard . There are two kinds of men; those who lovechurchyards, and those who care for them notat all. Both kinds visit Christ churchyard, andthe classification is automatic. Some glance atCoopers grave and haste away with an air ofduty done. The lovers of churchyards linger,and stroll thoughtfully among the tombs. Theyfind a charm in the most obscure memorials ofthe dead. They read aloud to each other thequaint inscriptions. Now and again they pauseto copy some chiseled epitaph that strikes thefancy. They kneel or lie prone upon the turfbefore a crumbling tomb to decipher its dolefulcouplets, thrusting aside the concealing grasses,lest a word be missed. They wander at willbeneath the trees, and, before departing, enterthe old church, to rest and pray within the still-ness of its fane. For such there are delights inChrist churchyard that lean not at all upon famousnames or the pomps and vanities of history. The tombs are rich in verse. Few of us, inmodern times, would dare to submit stanzas of. (liurchyard 45 our own composition to be inscribed in cold stoneeverlastingly. We should be thankful that ourforefathers, in this matter as in much else, weremore courageous. We could ill spare the poetryof old churchyards. A marble that fronts the walk between thechurch and chapel is inscribed with a verse thattouches upon the motive of all churchyard is dedicated by his parents to Joseph Temple,an only son, who died in 1807, in the twenty-firstyear of his age. Go then blest shade where bliss sincere is knownGo where to love and to injoy are oneYet take these tears mortalities reliefAnd till I share your joys forgive my griefOf love sincere oh this last pledgereceivex\ stone a verse is all I have to give. « In this view, it is not the quality of the verse,but its necessity as a proper tribute to the deadthat justifies its existence. Poetry and stone areforms of homage. The churchyard contains, of course, a vari
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