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There is certainly enough to interest one if one cares 

 to visit these " cities of the dead." At the South lies 

 buried the heart of Dr. Winslow, whose body was cre- 

 mated. At Prospect Hill lie side by side in their last 

 sleep all that remain of the crew of the ill-fated ship 

 " Newton " At the North are many quaint and curi- 

 ous headstones and epitaphs. At the Friends' not a 

 mound or stone marks the last resting-place of this 

 peaceful sect, who have been for very many years 

 closely identified with the island's prosperity. 



As the stranger pauses at this unpretentious burial- 

 place, and gazes at its undulating surface covered with 

 waving grass, where daises and buttercups and clover 

 blossoms nod in the summer breeze, — mute worship- 

 pers of the Great Unseen and Unknown, — the sweet 

 scent of new-mown hay coming refreshingly to his 

 senses, a feeling of peacefulness and rest comes 

 over him, and he wonders what, after all, the vanities 

 of this world amount to, and unconsciously repeats 

 those immortal lines of Gray, — 



" Can storied urn or animated bust 



Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? 

 Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust. 

 Or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death ? " 



Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid 



Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; 



Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, 

 Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre*" 



"William C. Folger, Esq. , who has no superior upon 

 the island as an antiquarian, has kindly furnished the 

 following facts in relation to the ancient buriai-grounds : 



