this same position for his grave, a vestryman having chosen it without being aware of the fact. Thus the wish of the old servant of God was unconsciously fulfilled by those who were ignorant of it.
| “ | The dead in Christ, they rest in hope, |
| And o'er their sleep sublime, | |
| The shadow of the steeple moves, | |
| From morn, to vesper chime. | |
| On every mound, in solemn shade. | |
| Its imaged cross doth lie. | |
| As goes the sunlight to the west, | |
| Or rides the moon on high.” |
Tuesday, 12th.—Delightful walk. Many flocks of birds in movement, wheeling in the sunshine, or alighting upon the trees and fences. Saw a large hawk in full flight before a few king-birds—a common sight enough. Crows, also, when they meet the stout-hearted king-birds in the corn-fields, which they frequently do at this season, are sure to retreat before their spirited enemy. Even the eagle is worsted by them at times, and keeps out of their way.
The butterflies were enjoying the bright, warm day. We observed one, a common yellow butterfly, who had been soaring very high; he came down from the top of a tall pine, growing on high ground, and made a long descent to the glen below, without pausing. Generally, these little creatures fly low. In England, they have a handsome butterfly, which they call the “Emperor;” he lives entirely on the tallest forest trees, and never descends to the ground, his exalted position having been the cause of his receiving the title; I do not know whether we have any in this country with the same habits.
