Guide ..Greenwood as it is . cb Avenue, new VorK CltV- u sleeps in peace to awake in joy. At the corner of Zephya Path and CypressAvenue is a plot with seven graves in it and isas yet unmarked, although it is expected thatthe Colonial Dames Wixi soon mark the spot. Itwould have been done before only on accountof a dispute as lo the right of the marking ofthe same. In it lies the remains of CaptainReid, who is claimed to have been the designerof the first American flag. His mound is thecenter one in the rear row. Soldier, rest; thy warfare oerDream of fighting fields no more;Sleep the tha
Guide ..Greenwood as it is . cb Avenue, new VorK CltV- u sleeps in peace to awake in joy. At the corner of Zephya Path and CypressAvenue is a plot with seven graves in it and isas yet unmarked, although it is expected thatthe Colonial Dames Wixi soon mark the spot. Itwould have been done before only on accountof a dispute as lo the right of the marking ofthe same. In it lies the remains of CaptainReid, who is claimed to have been the designerof the first American flag. His mound is thecenter one in the rear row. Soldier, rest; thy warfare oerDream of fighting fields no more;Sleep the that knows not breakingMorn of toil nor night of waking. On Alpine Avenue stands the granite shafterected by the letter carriers to Sunset Cox.(See cut). The Rev. DeWitt Talmadges plot is locatedon Firn, near Vine Avenue, and is quite simpleand plain. At the corner of Fern and Vine Avenuesstands the massive granite shaft erected to thememory of William Florence and wife, whowere at one time famous characters on thestage. t<^. lilids Kye \ le*v of Cfiiietery From Oceuii HUl. Directly opposite is the large plot of Gov-ernor Abbott of New Jersey. What can be more beautiful than the quota-tion of Washington Irving, when he said Thereis a voice from the tomb, sweeter than is a remembrance of the dead, to whichwe turn even from the charms of the , the grave, the grave, it buries every error,covers every defect, extinguishes every resent-ment. From its peaceful bosom springs nonebut fond regrets and tender beautiful thoughts these are, and howtrue. And as we stroll through this, the tem-ple of the silent, how we ponder on the mys-teries of death. And yet death is the crownof life. We only begin to live after we is but a path that must be trod if manwould ever pass to God. We are only passingthrough nature to eternity, falling asleep to abeautiful rest of silence. With silence only as their benediction, Gods angels in the shado
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