To say what.

Think what a wife should be—

She was that.”

The writer of William Mathieson’s epitaph, in the West Churchyard, Tranent, was not nearly so happy in his diction. It runs limpingly thus:—

“William Matthison here lies,

Whose age was forty-one;

February seventeenth he dies,

Went Is’bel Mitchell from.

Who was his married wife,

The fourth part of his life.