THE EPITAPH

ïlere rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Famé unknown :

Fair Science fro^vn'd not on his hund)le birth, And Melancholy niark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soûl sincère;

Heav'n did a recompence as largely send; He gave to Misery ( ail he had ) a tear,

He gain' d from Heav'd ( 'twas ail he wish' d ) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to discîose,

Or draw his frailties from their drcad abode,

1^ There they alike in trembling liope repose, ) The bosom of his Father and his God.

LE CIMETIÈRE DE CAMPxVGNE. 209

« Le lendemain, vers l'heure où naissent les ténèbres, « J'aperçus un cercueil et des flambeaux funèbres ; « A pas lents vers l'église on portait ses débris : « Sa tombe est près de nous ; regarde, approche, et lis : »