The Epitaph a friend has kindly made.”
The Epitaph.
“Here lieth one beneath the cold damp ground,
A youth to London, and the stage unknown,
Upon his merits stern Macready frowned,
And ‘Swan and Edgar’ marked him for their own.
“Large was his bounty, unto aught wherein
The stage did mingle, and the cost was sweet,
He gave the drama all he could—his ‘tin,’
And gained—’twas all he could—his favourite seat.