THE EPITAPH

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

Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'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 lie had ) a tear,

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

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,

(There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.

LE CIMETIÈRE DE CAMPAGNE. aog

« 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 : »