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FOR THE TOMB OF

MR. HAMILTON.

PAUSE here, and think: a monitory rhime
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.
Consult Life's silent clock, thy bounding vein;
Seems it to say-Health, here, has long to reign?
Hast thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye

That beams delight? an heart untaught to sigh?-
Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes healthful and at ease,

Anticipates a day it never sees,

And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud

Exclaims, 66

Prepare thee for an early shroud!”

H

EPITAPH ON A HARE.

HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swifter greyhound follow,

Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew,

Nor ear heard huntsman's hallo',

Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,

Who, nurs'd with tender care,

And to domestic bounds confin'd,
Was still a wild Jack-hare.

Though duly from my hand he took

His pittance ev'ry night,

He did it with a jealous look,

And, when he could, would bite.

His diet was of wheaten bread,

And milk, and oats, and straw,

Thistles, or lettuces instead,

With sand to scour his maw.

On twigs of hawthorn he regal'd,
On pippins' russet peel;

And, when his juicy salads fail'd,
Sliced carrot pleas'd him well.

A Turkey carpet was his lawn,
Whereon he lov'd to bound,

To skip and gambol like a fawn,
And swing his rump around.

His frisking was at evening hours,

For then he lost his fear;

But most before approaching show'rs,

Or when a storm drew near.

Eight years and five round-rolling moons

He thus saw steal away,

Dozing out all his idle noons,

And ev'ry night at play.

I kept him for his humour' sake,

For he would oft beguile

My heart of thoughts that made it ache,

And force me to a smile.

But now, beneath this walnut-shade
He finds his long, last home,

And waits, in snug concealment laid,
Till gentler Puss shall come.

He, still more aged, feels the shocks
From which no care can save,

And, partner once of Tiney's box,

Must soon partake his grave.

EPITAPHIUM ALTERUM.

Hic etiam jacet

Qui totum novennium vixit

Puss.

Siste paulisper

Qui præteriturus es

Et tecum sic reputa

Hunc neque canis venaticus

Nec plumbum missile

Nec laqueus

Nec imbres nimii

Confecêre

Tamen mortuus est

Et moriar ego.

Memorandum found among Mr. Cowper's papers.

Tuesday, March 9, 1786.

This day died poor Puss, aged eleven years eleven months. She died between twelve and one at noon, of mere old age, and apparently without pain.

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