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She made her last puff,
A puff by her husband much praised,
And now she doth lie
And make a dirt pie,
In hopes that her crust may be raised.

90. On Mr. Pat Steel:—

Here lies Pat Steel,
That’s very true.
Who was he? What was he?
What is that to you?

91. On William Llewellyn, the Learned Collier of Mangotsfield, in
Gloucestershire:—

Beneath this humble turf there lies
An honest collier, learn’d and wise;
His mind, by love of knowledge fired,
To wisdom more than wealth aspired;
And thought it was a happy lot
To dwell with knowledge in a cot.
To latest life from early youth
His search was philosophic truth;
And oft from nightly rest he stole
To seek the charmer of his soul.
In Nature’s book, by nature taught,
He learned to think as Newton thought;
Measured the rolling orbs on high.
He knew the courses, motions, reign,
Of all the planetary train,
And with precision just and clear
Marked out the order of the year.
To him were nature’s treasures known,
And science made them all his own.
What though not wealth, nor honoured birth
Distinguished him for men of earth—