The above address was occasioned by the following Epitaph, written by a Clergyman, and presented to the young lady whose tomb it was to adorn.
Reader, if thou are good, and wise, and witty,
Drop on this sable hearse some tears of pity;
For know kind reader, that it is a duty
To the remains of innocence and beauty.
Epitaph on a Celebrated Coach-Maker.
Once in the gilded chariot high,
I sat in worldly state;
Now in the darksome tomb I lie,