attended. We presume that by this time he has reached his home.The Old Cemetery,The old cemetery, on Broadway, south ot the railroad, is a disgrace to our otherwise comely city. The fence surrounding it is, in many places, entirely torn down, giving free passage to stray cattle, and the devastation these inflict is most sorrowful to contemplate. Many stones have been shoved from their position, others all but fallen, others, again, lie broken in twain upon the graves of those whose good qualities they were to commemorate. It seemed like the deepest-, most subtile, sarcasm to read, in raising one of them, “(lone, but not forgotten.” You see here no gardened domain, no bright flowers, no lustrous green grass, but the sadness imparted by a seemingly studied neglect. The very trees seem to bend their head in shame •ver the fickleness of the heart of man. That solemn, awe inspiring feeling that should pervade our hearts when entering the “ City of the Dead,” is not here impressed* Who has not, in viewing a solitary, neglected grave upon the boundless plain, felt his heart heave with emotion, and shed a silent tear over the lonely sleeper? How sad it then becomes to view the graves of the beloved ones go to ruin, for want of a few hour’s attention of those whose duty it is to •rive it to them.pttrr.ua sa m i tilde man a journ meet,To theThmunine.sdtWolkeachrefusintoof a ipoop]Hodatelengcsion.He 1shoulCo Saylcing \ he cafrontover