LIFE OF GENERAL ROBERT HATTON.



and laurel, and cypress, intermingled. And though we rejoice
in the purity of his exalted fame, and deem him happier far;
yet, still, we mourn our dead-we can but mourn our dead.
        " May the night-dew which falls, though in silence It weeps,
        Ever brighten with verdure, the spot where he sleeps;
        For the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
        Shall long keep his memory green in our souls."



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