THE MODERN CEMETERY. 
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TRANSPLANTED ELMS. 
black missiles from its curious small batter- 
ies. Fanny Copley Seavey. 
A Cemetery of the Huns. 
Further investigation has shown that the 500 
Huns’ graves, discovered by the dean and parish 
priest of Apar, near Cziko, in the county of Tolma, 
South Hungary, were evidently not those of men 
who had fallen on the battle-field, as was at first 
believed. They formed the regular burying-ground 
of a colony of Huns, as the skeletons of women and 
children outnumber those of men. In many cases 
the remains of man and wife are found in the same 
grave side by side; but where children are buried 
with the mother they are placed across her breast. 
The graves are very narrow and are seven to ten feet 
deep. They are arranged in regular rows, and the 
remains, which are without coffins, lie on the back, 
the feet being, turned towards the east and the heads 
towards the west. 
In sevefi graves, probably those of warrior chiefs, 
the remains of horses have been found buried with 
their owners, with their harnesses complete, and 
adorned with silver or bronze work. On the skele- 
tons of these chiefs a number of very skilfully made 
ornaments have been discovered, including, for in- 
stance, belts of silver and bronze. The weapons 
are knives, arrow-heads, three-edged javelins, spear- 
points and axes. Several of these chiefs held in 
their left hands Roman coins belonging to the end 
of the fourth century. Among the food found in 
the graves there were a number of eggs with shells 
still unbroken. Equally interesting is the fact that 
in several graves a Roman stylus was found, show- 
ing that the Huns of that period were more cultured 
than had hitherto been believed. One of these styli 
was artistically made of silver and richly ornament- 
ed. It was found in the hand of a woman, with a 
wax tablet close by ready to be written on. Nearly 
all the women have massive golden ear-rings, fibulai 
and arm-bands, besides knives, hand-glasses and 
various ornaments of silver, amber, bronze and glass. 
— Vienna Correspondence London Standard . 
The Approaching Millenium. 
Take a walk through any of the cemeteries 
throughout the country and you will believe with 
us that the fools are slowly but surely passing away. 
You pass the last resting place of a man who blew 
into an empty gun. The tombstone of him who 
lighted the fire with kerosene. The grass-carpeted 
mound covers the remains of the man who took the 
mule by the tail. The tall monument of the man 
who didn’t know it was loaded over-shadows the 
man who jumped from the cars to save a ten rod 
walk. Side by side lies the ethereal creature who 
kept her corset laced to the last hole, and the in- 
telligent idiot who rode a bicycle nine miles in ten 
minutes. Here reposes a doctor who took a dose 
of his own medicine, and the old man who married 
a young wife. Right over yonder, in the northwest 
corner, the breezes sigh through the weeping wil- 
lows that bend over the lowly bed where lies the 
fellow who told his mother-in-law she lied. Down 
there in the potter’s field, with his feet sticking out 
to the cold blast of winter and the blistering rays of 
the summer sun, is stretched the earthly remains of 
the misguided regulator, who tried to lick the edi- 
tor, while the broken bones of the man who would 
not pay for his paper are piled up in the corner of 
the fence. Over by the gate reposes the boy who 
went swimming on Sunday, and the old woman wdao 
kept baking powder side by side with strychnine in 
the cupboard. The old fool-killer gathers them in 
one by one and by and by we will have a pretty 
decent world to live in. — Ex. 
Accompanying an order for a subscription to 
the Modern Cemetery, which by the way was for 
a lot-owner, Mr. William Stone, superintendent of 
Pine Grove Cemetery, Lynn, Mass. , writes; I think 
the Modern Cemetery is worthy of a much larger 
circulation. It treats on subjects that can be found 
in no other paper — subjects that should interest 
every one who cherishes the grounds wherein rests 
the remains of some loved one who has only gone a 
little before. 
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The longer the Modern Cemetery comes to 
me the more highly I value it. — Henry Ross, Snpt. 
Ncivton Cemetery, Newtonvillc, Mass. 
