In Memory of
MRS. SUSANNA ELIZABETH PHILLIPS,
Third daughter of Doctor Burney, and wife of Major Phillips, of
Belcotton, in Ireland; who, in her way to visit her father at Chelsea
College, died at Park Gate, 6th of January, 1800.Learn, pensive reader, who may pass this way,
That underneath this stone remains the clay
That held a soul as pure, inform’d, refin’d,
As e’er to erring mortal was assign’d.
Closed are those eyes whose radiance, mild, yet bright,
Beam’d all that gives to feeling soul’s delight!
Quench’d are those rays of spirit, taste, and sense,
Pure emanations of benevolence,
That could alike instruct, appease, control,
And speak the genuine dictates of the soul.
C. B.
1800.
Of the rest of this melancholy year no vestige remains, either from the Doctor or his Biographer. The beginning of the new century to them was the closing of hope, not the opening of joy! and the pocket-book memorandums of both are sterile and blank.
The Doctor, nevertheless, feeling himself past the time of life, and past the strength of body for yielding to unbending grief without danger to his faculties, as well as to his existence, accorded himself but a short period for retirement from the world; and then, with what force he could muster, returned to his business and his friends.
WILLIAM LOCKE, ESQ., JUNIOR.
The sole circumstance that excited him to any exertion, was the election of the eldest son of Mr. Locke, of Norbury Park, to be a member of the Literary Club.