FROM LLANFLANTWYTHYL CHURCHYARD, WALES.

Under this stone lies Meredith Morgan,

Who blew the bellows of our church-organ;

Tobacco he hated, to smoke most unwilling,

Yet never so pleased as when pipes he was filling;

No reflection on him for rude speech could be cast,

Though he made our old organ give many a blast.

No puffer was he, though a capital blower,

He could fill double G, and now lies a note lower.

ON A LAST-MAKER.