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PARK AND CEMETERY. 
(JRA^•E' OF EDWIN BOOTH. LONGFELLOW’S TOMB, VIEW AMONG THE TREES 
Mt. Auburn, Cambridge. Mt. Auburn. . In Sleepy Hollow. 
RAMBLES IN HISTORIC NEW ENGLAND CEMETERIES 
There are three cemeteries in New 
England, all close to Boston, that are 
famous the country over for their 
noted dead, and a ramble in any one 
of them is a reminiscence for the rest 
of one’s days. 
Of course the most modern and 
hence the best preserved of the three 
is at Cambridge — old. beautiful Mt. 
Auburn, with its portal of stone re- 
minding one of the entrance to Fere 
La Chaise; with the trees, and the 
graves leveled to the sod — every lot 
bounded by stone edgings, and above 
all. with its regulation prohibiting the 
camera. How we got our kodak in 
must remain a mystery. 
One naturally goes first to the Long- 
fellow lot, a sand-stone block, it seems, 
with a graceful curve at either end 
and the single word “Longfellow" cut 
in one side. All of the Longfellow 
family, save the wife, lie here and 
there is a little flag planted on the 
crest of the hill where the lot is sit- 
ated, to aid the tourist in finding the 
spot. At the foot of this same knoll, 
beside a tree, two old gray head- 
stones mark the graves of Lowell and 
his daughter, Mabel, while beyond 
are two slabs of white marble, re- 
minders of the other children, Rose 
and Blanche, buried there. One of 
Lowell's wives is buried in the same 
lot with him. 
A few feet away is the last resting- 
place of the historian, John Motley's 
father, a simple rounded monument, 
with a circlet of butterfly and oak 
sprig on the top, and the lines “Thos 
Motley, born 1781,” just beneath. 
John Motley himself is not buried 
here, but as is the case with Presi- 
dent Grant at the family lot in Spring 
Grove Cemetery, Cincinnati, there is 
a stone to him, giving the dates of 
birth and death, 1814 and 1877. 
Again on the crest of a hill over- 
looking a pretty pond, the road leads 
on to a round granite slab, the monu- 
ment of Francis Parkman (1823-1S93). 
We are in a section of the cemetery 
where there are still a few lots sur- 
rounded by gratings, for Mt. Auburn 
is very old, almost three-quarters of 
a century. Henry Durants, the found- 
er of Wellesley, is buried here, a 
handsome block, surmounted by a 
cross of stone, on the lot, with small- 
er markers for the several members 
of his family; and the guides tell, as 
they point out the grave, how the real 
name of the deceased was Smith, but 
he -preferred the o.her, more euphoni- 
ous title. 
Then one goes on to the grave of 
Oliver Wendell Holmes, a very small 
stone,— “O. W. H., b. 1809, d. 1894," 
'“Amelia Lee Jackson, wife of O. W. 
H., 1818-1888,” — the sole epitaph, with 
a great oak swinging its limbs above. 
Holmes, like Hawthorne, wished a 
simple inscription on his grave and 
the desire was acceded to, quite in 
contrast to the handsome plinth set 
up by citizens of New England over 
the remains of Martin, the discoverer 
of ether, and also on the grave of 
Charlotte Cushman. 
Miss Cushman’s grave, with its tall 
obel sk, bearing simply her name, 
stands on almost the highest point in 
die cemetery, a section where a few 
old vaults run deep into the hill, and 
where the ground is not yet so well 
filled. Taking the red gravelled' walk 
among the flowers, not so many rods 
THE ALCOTT FAMILY LOT, 
Concord, Mass. 
EMERSON’S MONUMENT. 
Sleepy Hollow. 
TOMB OF DISCOVERER OF ETHER, 
Mt. Auburn, Cambridge. 
