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this same position for his grave, a vestryman having chosen t 
without being aware of the fact. Thus the wish of the old ser- 
vant of God was unconsciously fulfilled by those who were igno- 
rant of it. 
“ The dead in Chrisk, they rest in hope, 
And o’er their sleep sublime, 
The shadow of the steeple moves. 
From mom, to vesper chime. 
On every mound, in solemn shade. 
Its imaged cross doth lie. 
As goes the sunlight to the west. 
Or rides the moon on high.” 
Tuesday, \2ik . — Delightful walk. Many flocks of birds in 
movement, wheeling in the sunshine, or alighting upon the trees 
and fences. Saw a large hawk in full flight before a few king- 
birds — a common sight enough. Crows, also, when they meet 
the stout-hearted king-birds in the corn-fields, which they fre- 
quently do at this season, are sure to retreat before their spirited 
enemy. Even the eagle is worsted by them at times, and keeps 
out of their way. 
The butterflies were enjoying the bright, warm day. We ob- 
served one, a common yellow butterfly, who had been soaring 
very high ; he came down from the top of a tall pine, growing on 
high groimd, and made a long descent to the glen below, without 
pausing. Generally, these little creatures fly low. In England, 
they have a handsome butterflj’-, which they call the “ Emperor 
he lives entirely on the tallest forest trees, and never descends to 
the ground, his exalted position having been the cause of his re- 
ceiving the title ; I do not know whether we have any in this 
country with the same habits. 
