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Life is a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, but now I know it.

172. By the Poet Dryden, on the tomb of his wife:—

Here lies my wife, here let her lie;
She’s now at rest, and so am I.

173. On Rebecca Freeland, who died in the year 1741:—

She drank good ale, good punch and wine,
And lived to the age of ninety-nine.

174. On Sir Christopher Wren:—

Si monumentum quaeris, circumspice.
(If his monument you seek, look around)

This is to be seen in St. Paul’s, London, of which, as is well known, Sir
Christopher was the architect.

175. On a Wesleyan Minister.

The friends of Methodism may be pleased to read the following lines,
which are copied from the plain slab which covers the dust of the Rev. R.
Boardman, Wesleyan minister, at the Cathedral Church of Cork:—

Richard Boardman,
th
Departed this life Oct. 4 , 1782.
Ætatis 44.

Beneath this stone the dust of Boardman lies,
His precious soul has soared above the skies.
With eloquence divine he preached the Word
To multitudes, and turned them to the Lord.
His bright example strengthened what he taught,
And devils trembled when for Christ he fought.