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wierlent death neer this spot,
18 hundred and 40 too. He was shot
by his own pistill;
It was not one of the new kind,
but a old fashioned
brass barrel, and of such is the
Kingdom of heaven.

160. On a Wife.

A man in New Hampshire had the misfortune recently to lose his wife.
Over the grave he caused a stone to be placed, on which, in the depth of
his grief, he had ordered to be inscribed:—

Tears cannot restore her—therefore I weep.

161. The briefest Epitaph on record. On a Fellow of the Oxford
University:—

Praeivit.
(He is gone before)

162. On the Author of “Jerusalem Delivered”:—

Ossa Tassi.
(The bones of Tasso.)

For brevity we may likewise note that on Ben Jonson.

163. From the Poet’s Corner, Westminster Abbey:—

Oh, rare Ben Jonson!

164. O n George Frederick Cook, the great tragedian, in St. Paul’s,
New York:—