The Huron Chief, and Other Poems

by Adam Kidd


 

EPITAPH.

ON THE REV. —— ——.


Arge Jaces!

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]