I'ONEUAL 1’LOWI K, S, 
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There shrieks the night-bird from the blasted yew, 
Which doth exclude the gladdening light of Heaven. 
By all unhallowed things that spot is banned; 
The path which erst lay near it is o’ergrown;— 
No one could pass that fearful grave at night! 
“And Ella lies where yonder blushing rose 
And jessamine enclasp that simple tomb;— 
That spot the setting sun delights to kiss ; 
And there the moonbeams shed their softest smile; 
The daisy and the cowslip shine around; 
And on each May-day morn, upon that stone 
Is seen a beauteous wreath of fairest flowers.”—S. T. L 
In Switzerland, also, as well as in Wales, and 
some other parts of Britain, flowers are planted 
by the hand of affection on the graves of de¬ 
parted relatives. It is a touching and beautiful 
custom, and in both the above-named countries, 
even the peasant may often be seen bending 
over the hallowed turf, and as he inserts into 
the sod some new plant or flower, he performs 
the act, which testifies of his affectionate re¬ 
membrance, with a feeling and a delicacy 
which do honour to his unsophisticated heart. 
In Glamorganshire, it is yet a custom to strew 
the bed whereon a corpse rests, with fragrant 
