EPITAPHS. ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER. HERE souter **** in death does sleep; ON A NOISY POLEMIC. BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin b-tch ON WEE JOHNNY. Hic jacet wee Johnnie. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know, That death has murder'd Johnnie! An' here his body lies fu' low- FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER. O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the gen'rous friend. The The pitying heart that felt for human woe; FOR R. A. Esq. KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame FOR G. H. Esq. THE poor man weeps-here G-n sleeps, * Goldsmith. A BARD'S A BARD'S EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, And owre this grassy heap sing dool, Is there a bard of rustic song, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a sigh. Is there a man, whose judgment clear, Wild as the wave; The The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name! Reader, attend-whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control, Is wisdom's root. ON |