Our nuptials shall have torches, and our chamber
Shall be cut out of marble, where we^U sleep.
Free from all care for ever. Death, my lord,
I bope^ shall be my husband. Now, farewell ;
Although no kiss, accept my parting tear.
And give me leave to wear my willow here.
^ Perhaps a more beautiful epitaph was never written than the following,
on the tomb-stone of a young wife. She is supposed to address her surviving
husband:

Immatura peri ; sed tu, felicior, annos

Vive tuos conjux optime, vivc meos.
SV2 FUmers on Grcnres,

' III.
On Mary Pknoree..
The village maidens to her grave shall hivag
The fragrant garland, each returning spring.
Selected sweets ! in emblem of the maid,
Who underneath this hallowed turf is laid.
Like her they Bounsfa, beauteous to the eye;
Like her, too sooo^ they laaguish, fadeiuul die*.
In some villages children have snowdrops, primroses^
violets, hazel-bloom^ and sallow blossoms on their graves..
