A man to wedlock unknown,
Devout in religion,
Renowned for virtue,
Famous for erudition,
Acute in judgment.
* * * * *
An old man:
Lively I walked life's journey through
Till I arrived at eighty-two;
Then calm descended here to rest
In hopes to be forever blest.
* * * * *
Hackett to the author of Dr. Mead's epitaph:
Mead's not dead then, you say, only sleeping a little;
Why, egad, sir, you've hit it off there to a tittle;
Yet, friend, his awaking I very much doubt--
Pluto knows who he's got, and will ne'er let him out.
* * * * *
Oldtown, Maine: