+A Fragment.+
******I walked into the Church-Yard, and placed myself near a grave that
had been newly dug, in order to take a view of the different characters
that approached.
--The body was deposited in the place appointed. The mourners stood near
the clergyman, as he read the service. The father of the departed held a
handkerchief in his hand, which he alternately applied to each eye, for
the purpose of wiping off the briney tear; for they were abundantly
surcharged therewith. His eye was fixed on the coffin; now it reverted
to the minister: again it fell to the ground in hopeless sorrow.
The uncle next caught my attention; he also held a handkerchief in his
hand.---But for the life of me I could not tell for what, unless it was
that _fashion_ demanded it. His sorrow appeared to reside no where but
in his dress: and I must say, he was in no wise deficient in that point.
I could not perceive that he took the least notice of the ceremony; his
attention was more occupied on the things of this world. I imagined he
was taking the model of a house that stood near; and it surprised me not
a little that he did not take out his pocket-book, in order to note it.
In the countenance of the divine was depicted humility---It was with
solemnity he fulfilled his office.
The people were departing; but the _sincere_ mourner was still standing
by the grave. The uncle had reached the gate; but suddenly he arrested
his steps: he missed his fellow, and returned. He pulled out his
handkerchief again, and when he stood along side his brother applied it
to his eyes!----
----Shame on the hypocrite!