The above address was occasioned by the following Epitaph, written
by a Clergyman, and presented to the young lady whose tomb it was
to adorn.
Reader, if thou are _good_, and _wise_, and _witty_,
Drop on this sable hearse some tears of pity;
For know kind reader, that it is a duty
To the remains of innocence and beauty.
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+Epitaph on a Celebrated Coach-Maker.+
Once in the gilded chariot high,
I sat in worldly state;
Now in the darksome tomb I lie,
The _chariot_ built by fate.
Yet in this _carriage_ form’d of dust
I hope one day to gain
The place where dwell the good and just;
And endless pleasures reign.
This is the _chariot_ that must bring
The GREAT and SMALL at last,
Before their JUDGE and Heav’nly KING:
When earthly joys are past.
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