But Ione sat down apart and alone, and, leaning her face upon her hands, saw not the flame, nor heard the lamentation of the music: she felt only one sense of loneliness she had not yet arrived to that hallowing sense of comfort, when we know that we are not alone that the dead are with us !

The breeze rapidly aided the effect of the combustibles placed within the pile. By degrees the flame wavered, lowered, dimmed, and slowly, by fits and unequal starts, died away emblem of life itself ; where, just before, all was restlessness and flame, now lay the dull and smoldering ashes.

The last sparks were extinguished by the attendants the embers were collected. Steeped in the rarest wine and the costliest odors, the remains were placed in a silver urn, which was solemnly stored in one of the neighboring sepulchres beside the road ; and they placed within it the vial full of tears, and the small coin which poetry still consecrated to the grim boatman. And the sepulchre was covered with flowers and chaplets, and incense kindled on the altar, and the tomb hung round with many lamps.

But the next day, when the priest returned with fresh offerings to the tomb, he found that to the relics of heathen superstition some unknown hands had added a green palm-branch. He suffered it to remain, unknowing that it was the sepulchral emblem of Christianity.

When the above ceremonies were over, one of the Pr fic three times sprinkled the mourners from the purifying branch of laurel, uttering the last word, Ilicet !" Depart '--and the rite was done.

But first they paused to utter--weepingly and many times the affecting farewell, "Salve Eternum!" And as Ione yet lingered, they woke the parting strain.

SALVE ETERNUM.

I.

Farewell ! O soul departed !

Farewell ! O sacred urn !

Bereaved and broken-hearted,

To earth the mourners turn !

To the dim and dreary shore,

Thou art gone our steps before But thither the swift Hours lead us,

And thou dost but a while precede us ! Salve salve!

Loved urn, and thou solemn cell,

Mute ashes ! farewell, farewell !

Salve salve !

II.

Ilicet ire licet-

Ah, vainly would we part!

Thy tomb is the faithful heart,

About evermore we bear thee ;

For who from the heart can tear thee?

Vainly we sprinkle o'er us,

The drops of the cleansing stream,

And vainly bright before us,

The lustral fire shall beam.

For where is the charm expelling,

Thy thought from its sacred dwelling?

Our griefs are thy funeral feast,

And Memory thy mourning priest,

Salve salve!

III.

Ilicet ire licet !

The spark from the hearth is gone,

Wherever the air shall bear it ;

The elements take their own,

The shadows receive thy spirit.

It will soothe thee to feel our grief.

As thou glid'st by the Gloomy River!

If love may in life be brief,

In death it is fixed forever.

Salve salve!

In the hall which our feasts illume,

The rose for an hour may bloom;

But the cypress that decks the tomb,

The cypress is green forever !

Salve salve!