Has sight so sad as that which now
Bedims the splendour of thy ray,
E'er bid the streams of sorrow flow?
Here, side by side, in death are laid
Two darling boys, their mother's care;
And here their sister, youthful maid,
Near her who nursed and thought them fair. —J. A. St. John.
Menander. (Book ii. § 86, p. 119.)
A bore it is to take pot-luck, with welcome frank and hearty,