If you were buried there, I am sure your mother would be very sad and quiet by your grave." The boy drew the string to his bag, and walked off without looking back.
"I wish," said Mr.Weston, "you would all follow his example.

We should always be respectful in our conduct, when we are in a burial-ground." As soon as they were gone, the boys laughed and marked out another game.
Mrs.Weston joined her party, and they went towards the new portion of the cemetery that is so beautifully situated, near the river.
"I think," said Mr.Weston, "this scene should remind us of our conversation this morning.

If Washington be the meeting-place of all living, it is the grand cemetery of the dead.

Look around us here! We see monuments to Senators and Members; graves of foreigners and strangers; names of the great, the rich, the powerful, men of genius and ambition.
Strewed along are the poor, the lowly, the unlearned, the infant, and the little child.
"Read the inscriptions--death has come at last, watched and waited for; or he has come suddenly, unexpected, and undesired.

There lies an author, a bride, a statesman, side by side.