ON MISS GEE;

WHO DIED OCTOBER 25, 1736; ÆTAT. 28. BEAUTEOUS, nor known to pride, to friends

sincere, Mild to thy neighbour, to thyself severe; Unstain'd thy honour--and thy wit was such, Knew no extremes, nor little nor too much. Few were thy years,and painful through the whole, Yet calm thy passage and serene thy soul.

Reader, amidst these sacred crowds that sleep', View this once lovely form, nor grudge to weep.O death all terrible! how sure thy hour! How wide thy conquests! and how fell thy power! When youth, wit, virtue plead for longer reign; When youth, when wit, when virtue plead in vain : Stranger, then weep afresh—for know, this clay Was once the good, the wise, the beautiful, the gay.

ON

JOHN DUKE OF BRIDGEWATER;

WHO DIED IN THE TWENTY-FIRST YEAR OF HIS AGE,

1747-8.

INTENT to hear, and bounteous to bestow,
A mind that melted at another's woe;
Studious to act the self-approving part,
That midnight music of the honest heart!

The author is supposed to be inscribing the character of the deceased upon her tomb, and therefore 'crowds that sleep' mean the dead.

Those silent joys the’ illustrious youth possess'd,
Those cloudless sunshines of the spotless breast!
From pride of peerage, and from folly free,
Life's early morn, fair Virtue! gave to thee;
Forbad the tear to steal from sorrow's eye,
Bade anxious Poverty forget to sigh;
Like Titus, knew the value of a day;
And Want went smiling from his gates away.

The rest were honours borrow'd from the throne; These honours, Egerton, were all thy own!

ON THE REV. SAMUEL CLARK;

WHO DIED DECEMBER THE 26TH, AGED 42.

WHAT! though such various worth is seldom

known, No adulation rears this sacred stone, No partial love this genuine picture draws, No venal pencil prostitutes applause : Justice and truth in artless colours paint The man, the friend, the preacher, and the saint.

THE END.

C. Whittingham, College House, Chiswick.