Yet as your correspondent, J.S. seems of the intelligent kind, he may be in possession of some authority to which he can refer, and thereby prove it is not merely an assertion inadvertently given, to increase the interest of his Visit to Corfe Castle. Knowing your wish that the pages of your entertaining Mirror should reflect the truth, the insertion of this will oblige your Constant Reader,
W.
LINES WRITTEN IN A CHURCHYARD.
(For the Mirror.)
Why am I here?—Thou hast not need of me,
Home of the rotting and the rotten dead—
For thou art cumber’d to satiety,
And wilt be cumber’d—ay, when I am fled!
Why stand I here, the living among tombs?