EPITAPH.
ON THE REV. —— ——.
Arge
Jaces!
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Here
—— sleeps, say what you please—
He’s rescued now from
bother—
He prayed, and sipped his glass, at ease,
But ne’er shall sip
another—
Unless some friend, with friendship fraught,
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Who,
ere he saw him off in
His last caleche, had kindly thought
To slip one in his coffin.
In Grotias oft he took delight;
And Lincoln studied daily—
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But
Holland surely every night,
Because more clear than
Pale-ly! [Page 189]
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