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In the Grampians. LONE BAiY'S GRAVE. In an article on The Grampians, published in the Ballarat Courier, " H.B." . has the following concern ing a grave, which is not known to umany : a Those awe-inspiring hills hold some vasty secret. Why do they elate the very soul of us ? How is it that we feel a desire to scale their rugged and dangerous scars ? We descend in to. their ruaines and feel those fresh green ferns clinging . about us, I and ho- u ncanny everything appears ! Our own reflection startles us as it staeods still in the. linpid pool, and the "sight of those. 'back oirges and eaves gi?e us-a :creepy feeling. Why should -theio be such a difference be tw-cen this scenery and that of the ordinary typo in its iffect on the minll? Surely there is some secret at the buLs of those bills. Yes, and I know where it is to be found. Riglit at the foot, of s struly inspos ing mountain--a " tottering rock of. dreadful magnitude,: and, suito unsca nable from its sunny aspect--thers is a spot five feet or six feet in din meter stirrolunded by i circle of white stones, and graced by a slight- tab let. On this tablet is written : " Sacred to the memory of Agnes Folkes, who Hied .-. S 70; aged three mouths." Poor little babe ! If there is one spot in the wide world fit to grace, or even to murk, the last re?ting place of an innocent ' child, sursly this is it ! Towering heights hang their terrible heads over this. baby's grave, and flowers of the choicest .blow their delicate fragrance over it. The over-towering trees en tertain the litany-singers that ! flood the valley with Nature's requiem. Little Agnes is perfectly secure. She, at least, knows the secret of those ever-lasting hills, andl there neded no stretch of the imagination to apply the words of Jean 'Lgelow to the mother of this angel : But,O ! my first; 0 ! my best, I could not choose but to lose thee; I 0 ! to be a wild white bird, and seek the rocky bed ! From mny breast .J'd give thee burial, ;pluck thee down and spread above thee ; I would sit and sing thy roquiem on the mountain's head. If I might add to this, it would only be to say that almost directly over this little scene one point of rock stands prominent above every other--the nearest to the ethereal blue --andil that small rock takes the form of a child's face looking aloft. - After my companion took the photo of thiis spot, I took the liberty of nam ing it " Cherub Rock." , It forms a noble headstone to the most sub lime of all circumstances.