THE rich and poor meet together in the same moldering of the tomb. There is no difference down in that spot where the grave-worm has his banquet! Among the darkness, dust, and putrefaction, among dead men's bones, you can find nothing to minister to human vanity. The loftiest and the lowliest rest side by side and mingle their dust together in the bosom of their common mother, earth. Affluence seeks, indeed, an external distinction in the burial spot; but it cannot even seek for any other, and all it can do is only to rear some more imposing sepulcher, or more proudly sculptured marble, which may arrest for a little while the passing stranger. It is only for a little while. As time sweeps on his course, the chiseled marble gives way; the letters are worn off; the proud name is gone; the splendid tomb is crumbled down; the plowshare passes over the moldering heart, or the spade of the grave-digger flings up the dust and bones of the mighty as unceremoniously as those of the mean. In a few centuries after they have left the earth, the high and the mighty of Babylon, Tyre, and Egypt, of Nineveh, Rome, and Etruria, have not even a man left upon the earth; and if their sepulchers are known at all, they are only known as matters of curiosity to the antiquary, or to be rifled of their bones by the rude hand of some heartless barbarian! The decree has gone forth over all the walks of humanity alike, and will be everywhere executed just alike: Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.—The late Dr. Spencer, Brooklyn.