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their offerings. Psalms were again sung, and the priest having pronounced the benediction, the clerk returned to the choir door, where having offered a short prayer, service ended. From Broenshoey we proceeded through the village of Uttersloev, to the Assistance Church Yard this is a square piece of ground which was some years ago enclosed by a brick wall, for the interment of the poor. Rows of lime trees divided the church yard, at equal distances, into allotments, for the dif­ ferent parishes. When these trees began to shade the graves of the indigent, the opulent envied them their place of repose, and marble monuments rose above the crosses of wood, those humble memorials of the poor. But—

Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave, Await alike th’ inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.