12 - BE TRUE.

with the sky. Here, too, wasa “bury-
ing-ground,” where old people had
come, after a long life of toil, and
laid their snowy heads beneath the
green earth’s sod. And there were
others, too—others besides the aged
and weary—who had come to sleep
in the long shadow of the old meet-
ing-house. Other heads than those
frosted by scores of years droop in
death, and find its long repose;
others than those who have borne
the burden and heat of many sum-
mer days. Thus was it in the old
burying-ground at F It was a
healthy town; yet even there bright
eyes had closed in a dreamless sleep,
and soft flowing tresses moldered
in the damp of the grave. Little
children too, many, many were sleep-
ing there, with white flowers bloom-