An Epitaph on Niobe turned to Stone.
This pile thou seest built out of flesh, not stone,
Contains no shroud within, nor mould'ring bone.
This bloodless trunk is destitute of tomb
Which may the soul-fled mansion enwomb.
This seeming sepulchre (to tell the troth)
Is neither tomb nor body, and yet both.
Upon a Braid of Hair in a Heart sent by Mrs. E. H.
In this small character is sent