,Huerarg Eanrtif*
... øortrr. THE CHURCHYARD AND THE CROSS. BY ELIZABETH YOUATT. I know a. quiet churchyard, where the moss Flings its grey mantle o'er the mouldering stone; And where the dead steep silent and alone, Beneath the shadow of an anri:>;it cross. No dainty carvings on the ho, of prayer, No architectural beauties to flight. No pictured glories to the sight— An emblem lone th;:t undent cross was there. ...