...us ho was wounded by the deaths of the three persons particularly lamented, none that has read " Tho Night Thoughts" (and who has not read them?) needs...could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and tiiricc my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fiil'd her horn. Yet how is it possible...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreck'd on me? Insatiate archer! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had (ill'd her horn. O Cynthia! why so pale? dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour? grieve to see thy...

...whom Young was known to be connected or acquainted, while all the circumstances relating to Narcisse have been constantly found applicable to Young's daughter-in-law....? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was «lain i And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. Yet how is it possible that Mr. and Mrs....

...and roost of those who had made that being tolerable. To me the lines of Young are no fiction : — " tWoVIC \ +<\ ? [ [ fill'd her horn." I should have ventured a verse to the memory of the late Chjule* Skinner Matthews,...

...whom Young was known to be connected or acquainted, while all the circumstances relating to Nareissa Right Thoughts" (and who has not read them ') needs to be informed. Innatiate Archer ! could not one...

...caused in his otherwise happy garden of life. We find in his Poem the following apostrophe to Death : " Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain : And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn." After this, all his thoughts and writings became naturally solemn and his conversation...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? 210 Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia! why so pale ? dost thon lament 215 Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on one ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. 0 Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour?" This beloved friend's...

...and most of those who had made that being tolerable. To me the lines of Young are no fiction : — " Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain, And thrice ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn." I should have ventured a verse to-the memory of the late Charles Skinner Matthews,...

...that of Dr. Young, while lamenting the loss of his companion in life, and her amiable children : — ' Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...my peace was slain, And thrice ere thrice yon moon renew'd her horn ! ' " The shock which Mr. Wrigley received from this complicated bereavement was the...