William Henry Weld.
(Aged 26 years.)
His race he win with pain and sin,
At Satan he did mock;
St. Peter said as he let him in:
“It's Willie, in a walk!”
“You're a wonder!” cried the Undertaker, when he had finished the perusal, and he gave the Poet the glad hand. “Here's d' price. Go and fill your tank.”
“That should win her,” reflected the Undertaker, when the poet had wended his way; “that ought to leave her on both sides of d' road. What I've done for Deceased, and that epitaph should knock her silly. She shall be mine!”
II
PUBLIC interest having been aroused in the corpse, it may be well to tell how it became that way.