The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1850-06-26
Fr he Spy.


F'PINE GROVE CEHETE3Y,' IN SPENCER.
Ma EDlroR;-Permit me to offer few thoughts
hints through yom paper some Of the good people
Of Spencer, regard the fitting Of their lots in the
Cemetery.
Perhaps not many Of your readers are aware that in
Spencer there is Of the finest and picturesque
spots aId ont, and appropriated for the resting place Of
the dead. in Worcester County, your own 90 Rural Gem
etary not excepted To the good taste and ene prise
Of b. H. Kinney, let it be said, who purchased the
land and partly fitted It up And now | regret TO
such beautiful spot made lovely by nature, maITed by
the truthful hand Of man. And fer the purpose of
recting what deem wide departure from taste,
and giving few hints in season to those who have lots
to fit up and beautily. | am constrained to say his
much, that do not think it within the bounds, or
shadow Of good taste, and feeling make sand beds
over our departed riends-who tolerate such IN
cultivated dissertation to enter ia where God has plant
ed beauty aud loneliness In every flower and tree, and
spear OF grass that grows when every hillside is
green and glorious in the freshness Of Summer Think
ye! who could bear the thought for moment, of
having sand dry and black, heaped up, terraced by
few zods only to beautiy the resting place Of dear
friend. Who can stand by such place, and in the
least degree, call back to memory those loved
calmly possessed of true feeling? Green be our graves
IS the wish Of every heart Would we not rather
than have dry sand bleach over graves, have tall
rank weeds-aye the simplest herb, brake, or brier
spring up, tlat the sunbeams might have something to
fall upon, and kndle up into verdure and beauty By
all means let the green grass grow if nothing else-the
green grass that God has fit to clothe every hill
aud valley with; the green grass aye and let US not
be dull to beauty, even neglect to plant one rose
bush-rear up flower beside the stone that tells the
name of the departed one How soothing to our roop
ing spirits, when 60 to mourn, to look upon flowers
TO breathe IN their fragrance be where the birds
sing cheeriuy. In such place wish to be buried
God has made the earth full of beauty, and
% To him who, in the love of Nature, holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
various language; for his gayer hours
She has voice Of gadness and smile
And eloquence Of beauty; and she gides
lotO his darker musings, with a mild
And gentle sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware
Let eyes be open-let US feel and hear and learn
to loye-that we may have true appreciation Of ma
ture.
Sand beds to beautify our grave yards where no
flowers grow and not even spear of green grass
Is this the way beautiful Cemetery must be desecr
ted-marred, made bleak desoate and horn of beauty
sincerely regret to have II so, therefore | hope the
rage tor sand beds will be abandoned for a more suitable
way. lis a consollng thing that when we
g Shuttle off this mortal coil -
to rest where nature regns in beauty-where sunshine
will fall, and flowers grow.
WILL OUR PEOPLE THINK OF 1T.
spencer, June Y. w. o. B.