Epitaph.
Here rests his head upon a lap of earth
A Leg at Epsom and Newmarket known,
He made a handsome fortune on the turf,
That turf, alas, now claims him as its own.
From The Spirit of the Age Newspaper. 1828.
An Elegy
on
The Departed Season.
The Porter tolls the bell on starting day,
The blowing heard is pent-up steam let free,