I read his name, which there stood number three,
And there I also read these doleful rhymes,”
Epitaph
“Here rests a youth lamented but by few;
A barrister, to fame and courts unknown.
Brief was his life—yet was it briefless, too,
For no attorney mark’d him for his own.
“Deep and correct his knowledge of the laws,
No judge a rule of his could e’er refuse;
He never lost a client or a cause,