“Thank you, dear Helen, it is a very pretty epitaph; but, perhaps, to the mournful writer of it, Edmiston’s touching lines might with propriety have been addressed.
‘And thou, pale mourner o’er an infant’s bier,
Brighten thy cheek, and dry the trickling tear:
This came, though veiled in darkness, from above,
A dispensation of eternal love.
He, who perceived the dangerous controul
The heart-twined spell was gaining o’er thy soul,
Snatched from thy arms the treacherous decoy,
To give thee brighter hope and purer joy:
Oh! see how soon the flowers of life decay,