EPITAPHS. ____ On seeing a ONCE-WORTHY CHARACTER lying in a state of inebriation in the
street. IF loss of worth may draw the pitying tear, Stop,
passenger, and pay that tribute here-- Here lies, whom
all with justice did commend, The rich man’s pattern, and the poor man’s friend; He cheer’d pale Indigence’s
bleak abode, He oft remov’d misfortune’s
galling load: Nor was his bounty to one sect confin’d, His goodness beam’d alike on
all mankind; Now, lost in folly, all his
virtues sleep, Let’s mind his former worth,
and o'er his frailties weep. _____ FOR T. B. ESQR. A Gentleman whom Indigence never solicited in vain. EVER green be the sod o'er kind Tom of the wood, For, the poor man he ever supplied; We may weel say, alas! For our
ain scant o’ grace, That we reckt not his worth till
he died: Though no rich marble bust
mimics grief o'er his dust, Yet fond memory his virtues will save, Oft at lone twilight hour, sad
remembrance shall pour Her sorrows, unfeign’d, o'er his grave. _____ On a crabbed old Maid. HERE slaethorn Mary’s
hurcheon bouk, Resigns its fretfu' bristles-- And is she dead! no--reader look, Her grave’s o’ergrown wi’ THISTLES. _____ On a farthing-gatherer. HERE lies Jamie Wight wha was wealthy an’ proud, Few shar’d his regard an’ far
fewer his goud; He liv’d unesteem’d, an’ he
died unlamented, The KIRK gat his gear an’ auld Jamie is SAINTED. |