_To the Memory of Miss Emily Kay, (cousin to Miss Ellen Gee, of Kew,)
who lately died at Ewell, and was buried in Essex_.
D.T. Fabula narratur.
Sad nymphs of UL, U have much to cry for,
Sweet MLE K U never more shall C!
O SX maids! come hither and VU,
With tearful I this M T LEG.
Without XS she did XL alway--
Ah me! it truly vexes 1 2 C
How soon so DR a creature may DK,
And only leave behind XUVE!
Whate'er I O to do she did discharge,
So that an NME it might NDR:
Then Y an SA write? then why N?
Or with my briny tears her BR BDU?
When her Piano-40 she did press,
Such heavenly sounds did MN8, that she,
Knowing her Q, soon I U 2 confess
Her XLNC in an XTC.
Her hair was soft as silk, not YRE,
It gave no Q nor yet 2 P to view:
She was not handsome: shall I tell U Y?
U R 2 know her I was all SQ.
L8 she was, and prattling like AJ.
O, little MLE! did you 4 C
The grave should soon MUU, cold as clay.
And U should cease to B an NTT!
While taking T at Q with LN G,
The MT grate she rose to put a(:)
Her clothes caught fire--I ne'er again shall C
Poor MLE, who now is dead as Solon.
O, LN G! in vain you set at 0
GR and reproach for suffering her 2 B
Thus sacrificed: to JL U should be brought
And burnt U 0 2 B in FEG.
Sweet MLE K into SX they bore,
Taking good care her monument to Y 10,
And as her tomb was much 2 low B 4,
They lately brought fresh bricks the walls to I 10.
_New Monthly Mag_.
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Notes of a Reader.
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