Year: 1870

which we tread; and man, proud,


lordly mad, is made of the same


despicable material. What, then, is


he, with all his gildings and trim


mings, but a vegetable possessed of


vitality and the powers of locomo-


ton A cabbage derives its growth


and nourishment directly from the


earth-man Indirectly. Worms


feed upon the one while it still


lives and fourishes, and upon the


other when dead and inhumed in


the bowels of the earth. In liken-


ing you to cabbages, my friends, l


have reference only to the perish


able portion. The soul, thought.


and intellect have home in heaven,


independent of the dirt covered cot


tage which they here inhabit; but


the body dissolves and returns to


its original dust.


MY Friends-look where we will,


we behold once animated DUST


Parts and particles of our ancestors


are in each tree around us-we see


frictions of our former friends in


the flowers of the fieid-and even a


portion of female beauty and lowell


ness is contained in the loathsome


toad stool! Oh man thou art but


dust, and to that thou must return.


as has been said of old. The sacred


urn that holds the ashes of honor


contains nothing but the reminis-
cence of what was, but is no more.


The plebean is composed of just as
good stuff as the partrician AND


the coarse carcass of peasant fur


nishes Death with as good meal


as that of prince or potentate.


| My Dear Friends-refect upon


the condition in which you are


placed. Remember that you are


but grain sown by the hand of Om-


nipotency, soon to be cut down by


the sickle of Time, and gathered


into the garner Of the grave. Bes-


tow not too much care upon that


worthless conglomeration of sin and


corruption called the body; for it
must perish, in spite of the patch


ing of faith and physicians. The old


clothes of mortality that you throw
off when about to swim the creek
which divides time and eternity are


as useles to the world as warm,
ing pan to West Indian; the SOU
would surely be ashamed to enter
the courts Of heaven with such 6
: wardrobe of wickedness. When ]
pass by that holy spot where rest
the ashes Of the dead, and read upor
, the tomb stones how dear and valu


able is the dust upon which they


are reared, [ cannot but help think
ing that cart-load Of cabbages
: would bring more in market thar
all the refuse Of wealth, nobility an6
. beauty which could be scraped to
. gether between here and the lattel
end of sometime ago. A church
yard is a riddle, or seive, that sepa


rates the bran from the flour. Th'
, -four is that spiritual essence which
d is contained in the husk of human
ity, and which is treasured up il
heaven as being too valuable to b
wasted; but the bran is the body
: worthless chaff, of no account what


ever when wasted from the soul


The surface of this habitable glob


is covered with animal as we'll a
vegetable mould. All flesh is com
f posed of vegetable mould; and
3 though it derives its nourishmen
, for a time from the ground, it mus
= eventually amalgamate with its pa
: rent soil, and afford food for vege
u tatio n. There IS not a living form
: but must sooner or later dissolve
: and distribute its substance anon,
o the vegetable productions of th
earth. The bright eye of beaut.
must soon lose its lustre in the mid
d night darkness of the sepulchre-
: the crimson current of life must h


frozen in the cold December o


death-the mighty engine of th
mind that moves the ever-revolvin.
< wheels of thought must yet cease t.
= operate, and the clay that compose
g the frail vessel of mortality shal
turn to dust, and that dust will il
: time be monopolized by the faires
n of flowers, the vilest of weeds, an,
J. perhaps by the very smallest o
J. smallest potatoes.


My Worthy Friends--that paltr,
pile of dirt called the human body i


left but for a little while to encum
f ber this world ere it is shovelled u
It by Time, and carted off to manur
o the broad field Of death but tn
e spirit that animates it can no NOR
f be confined in the dungeon of, tn
: grave than you can frighten an old
: fashioned earthquake with pair o
/ pistols and bowie knife. When i
s shakes off carnal shackles, it alb
# squatulates u some unknown islam,
in the vast ocean Of eternity, wher
It it manages to live for ever and ever
f if not longer, without either cash
d food. or raiment. Toll, then, 70
) the soul rather than for the body
J. The body is vegetable, and il
n doomed to perish but the soul i
e ethereal and incorruptible. AL
e though, gas like, it evaporates whel
n life's glass lamp is dashed ia pieces
e it ascends like the dew of the morn
e ing, unseen to it's native heaven
s but the body upon which you be
0 stow so much pains-pamper witt


so much pride---and bedeck with 81
much ornament, becomes with ashe
when TOUCHED by the finger of Fat
and those are not worth thei
IS weight in saw-dust.


a Look well after the immorta