Miscellanies

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900. Excerpt: ... From The Ipswich Journal, March 3, 1849 WOODBRIDGE Funeral Of Bernard Barton.--On Monday Feb. 26, the mortal remains of Bernard Barton were committed to the earth. A long train of members of the Society to which he belonged, and of old friends and fellow-townsmen, waited to follow him from the door from which he had so often been seen to issue alive and welcome to all eyes. Thus attended, the coffin was borne up the street to the cemetery of the Friends' Meeting-house; and there, surrounded by the grave and decent Brotherhood, and amid the affecting silence of their ceremonial, broken but once by the warning voice of one reverent elder, was lowered down into its final resting-place. Lay him gently in the ground, The good, the genial, and the wise; While Spring blows forward in the skies To breathe new verdure o'er the mound Where the kindly Poet lies. Gently lay him in his place, While the still Brethren round him stand; The soul indeed is far away, But we would reverence the clay In which so long she made a stay, Beaming through the friendly face, And holding forth the honest hand--Thou, that didst so often twine For other urns the funeral song, One who has known and lov'd thee long, Would, ere he mingles with the throng, Just hang this little wreath on thine. Farewell, thou spirit kind and true; Old Friend, for evermore Adieu! EUPHRANOR During the time of my pretending to practise Medicine at Cambridge, I was aroused, one fine forenoon of May, by the sound of some one coming up my staircase, two or three steps at a time it seemed to me; then, directly after, a smart rapping at the door; and, before I could say, "Come in," Euphranor had opened it, and, striding up to me, seized my arm with his usual eagerness, and told me I must go out with him--"It was ...