Springfield Republican, 1841-10-02

as'effedtWHy j^mnved from the din of -the, great tiroroughfares, and of the pla plaice? - ice? plaice? where rtieh bby'^f 'sell, as if it was Td YlTd 'fieari dAhe'^oumry. Nature has lavished on it a great variety of hill and valley, of trees and fountains, and art is now busy in embellishing these natural features, and in conducting foot paths and carriage tracks through them, in such a manner as will make, when com completed, - pleted, completed, a succession of views, all differ differing - ing differing from each other, and yet all passing passingly - ly passingly beautiful. Venerable oaks, under which the "wild race" who once lived here, might have gathered ; dark pines, luxurious chestnut,and other large trees, such as Abraham selected for his Ceme Cemetery - tery Cemetery in the fields of Machpelah, are scattered over the grounds and are its borders; and soon every variety of the evergreens, and all appropriate shrubs and plants will make pleasant the walks of the living, and throw their protecting shadows over the resting places of the dead. Numerous springs which gush out of the hill-sides are led along in winding channels, or spread out in peb pebbled - bled pebbled pools, or lifted up to the eye in graceful and refreshing fountains, and are ^t last gathered into a stream of still waters, which, although still, " singeth a quiet tune to the sleeping woods" that fringe its banks. This spot, made so beautiful by ^ature and the hand of true taste and feeling, was con consecrated - secrated consecrated a few days since in the name of " Him who liveth and was dead," as a Burial Place, and will soon become a " Garden of Graves." Already, indeed, has one young child taken up its ever everlasting - lasting everlasting rest there, and the hand of af affection - fection affection has strewed the fresh sod with flowers, and the old oak near has cast its first prematurely withered leaves over it. But that child will not sleep there long alone.

From the Knickerbocker* * ' THE FOItS^»4E:N}.-. .... One evening, sooner thafl4let wdn^ ; - Her solitary chamber. There she sate Beside the open window, where the rose, With jessamine linked, and woodbine twined Around the casement. The night breeze came Freshly and sweetly through the leafy blinds, And kissed her burning cheek and faded lip. She slumbered - but not long} the evening wind Shook from the boughs that through the casement crept A shower of rose leaves; on her ivory neck They fell, and waked her from her sleep - and then She raised her head, and saw his portrait lie Beside her; she pressed it to her fever'd lips, And slept again. Next morning she was dead! The sun-light streaming through the tremulous leaves Fell on her neck in quivering light and shade; Her face was pillowed on her fair white arms, That rested by the lattice 5 her dark hair, Stirr'd by thejnorning breeze, was all that moved. They called her by her name - she answered not! They raised her head - and then they saw her face Was deadly pale and chill! - her marble lips Were pressed against the portrait 5 she had died Embracing it!

SPRINGFIELD CEMETERY. A writer in the Hartford Courant, of the 27th, commences a beautiful notice of our Cemetery, as follows. He clos closes - es closes his article with an appropriate quo quotation - tation quotation in poetry, and several extracts from Mr. Peabody's Address. The admirers of Rural Cemeteries will be rejoiced to learn that a new one has been recently opened in Springfield, which for the quiet and natural loveli loveliness - ness loveliness of the spot, and the taste and lib liberality - erality liberality with which the enterprize has been thus far carried on, will compare favorably with any other in the country. Although so near the village that mourn mourners - ers mourners rpa/follow their dead on foot, it is