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for this woman's sufferings, and a wish for the 

 power of alleviating them, yet when unde- 

 ceived, I was as sorry to find they were not 

 real. 



The Welsh pay the most respect of any 

 people in the empire to the memory of departed 

 friends ; they annually dress up and decorate 

 the graves of the deceased, and visit them on 

 the anniversary of the day on which the soul 

 fled from earth, strewing flowers, and calling to 

 remembrance the most endearing and interest- 

 ing circumstances relative to those whom they 

 have loved, and whose loss in unaffected plaints 

 they mourn. I never visited a church-yard in 

 Wales without feeling a pleasurable melancholy, 

 free from the disgust and horror which the 

 mansions of the dead, in most other places, are 

 calculated to inspire. Little can be offered in 

 favor of our English church-yards, and still less 

 of those observed in this country. The neglect 

 here is really scandalous, and a manifest re- 

 proach to the responsible parties. Can the 

 clergyman's horse or cow be seen scrambling 

 over, and trampling down, the graves which 

 cover the bosoms of our fellow-creatures, for the 

 purpose of gathering a scanty repast, without 

 calling forth sensations repulsive to our feelings 

 of humanity ? It is a practice as revolting to 



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