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Here to thy bosom, mother Earth. 



Take back, in peace, what thou hast given ; 

 And all that is of heavenly birth, 



O God, in peace, recall to Heaven ! 



4. ADDRESS, 

 BY THE Hon. Joseph Story. 

 5. Concluding Prayer, by the Rev. Mr. Pierpont. 

 6. Music by the Band. 



The following account of the scene is taken from the Boston 

 Courier of the time. 



An unclouded sun and an atmosphere purified by the showers of the 

 preceding night, combined to make the day one of the most delightful we 

 ever experience at this season of the year. It is unnecessary for us to say 

 that the address by Judge Story was pertinent to the occasion, for if the 

 name of the orator were not sufficient, the perfect silence of the multitude, 

 enabling him to be heard with distinctness at the most distant part of the 

 beautiful ampjiitheatre in which the services were pert'ormed, will be suffi- 

 cient testimony as to its worth and beauty. Neither is it in our power to 

 furnish any adeqiiate description of the effijct produced by the music of the 

 thousand voices which joined in the hymn, as it swelled in chastened 

 melody from the bottom of the glen, and, like the spirit of devotion, found 

 an echo in every heart, and pervaded the whole scene. 



The tiatural features of Mount Auburn are incomparable for the purpose 

 to which it is now sacred. There is not in all the untrodden vallies of the 

 West, a more secluded, more natural or appropriate spot for the religious 

 exercises of the living ; we may be allowed to add our doubts whether the 

 most opulent neighborhood of Europe furnishes a spot so singularly appro- 

 priate for a " Garden of Graves." 



In the course of a few years, wlien the hand of Taste shall have passed 

 over the luxuriance of Nature, we may challenge the rivalry of the world to 

 produce another such abiding place for the spirit of beauty. Mount Auburn 

 has been but little known to the citizens of Boston ; but it li-as now become 

 holy ground, and 



Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of Mie plain, 

 — a village of the quick and the silent, wliere Nature throws an air of cheer- 

 fulness over the labors of Death, — will soon be a place of more general re- 

 sort, both for ourselves and for strangers, than any other spot in the vicinit}''. 

 Where else shall we go with the musings of Sadness, or for the indulgence 

 of Grief; where to cool the burning brow of Ambition, or relieve the 

 swelling heart of Disappointment .'' We can find no better spot, for the 

 rambles of curiosity, health or pleasure ; none sweeter, for the whispers of 

 affection among the living ; none lovelier, for the last rest of our kindred. 



The tract of land which has received the name of Mount 

 Auburn, is situated on the southerly side of the main road leading 

 from Cambridge to Watertown, and is partly witliin the limits of 

 each of those towns. Its distance from Boston is about four 

 miles. The place was formerly known by the name of Stone's 

 Woods, the title to most of the land having remained in the 

 family of Stone, from an early period after the settlement of 

 the country. Within a few years, the hill and part of the wood- 

 land were offered for sale, and were purchased by George W. 



