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EARNER* THOUGHTS ON THE DEAD; Elegiac Stanzas, written in Oyslermouth Church Yard. In Oystermouth's romantic cove There stands a simple village tower, And quiet church yard, where I love To spend a moralizing hour. There many are the long, long dead, Whose graves are level'd with the g.-ass: And many a warning line is read On recent tombs, as on I pass. But'mid the many here. Two sepulchres arrest mine eye, That claim of Memory the tear, And raise the tribute of a sigh. Thine, BOWDLER, in that chosen nook, Just open to the morning ray, Whence, musing oft, thine eye would look Across the calm and smiling bay." Here many an hospitable hour Is to my waken'U thought restored When Rbydding3 was thy classic bower, Where mental banquets crown'd thy board. For learning, old and new, was thine, And tliine the thought: But these, without thy lore divine, And trust in God, were now but nought.— I turn me next to seek a tomb, Where starts the tear I would not check- No cypress here must wave its gloom; But flow'rs the fragrant turf should deck. For sainted JANE, the village pride, Lies here--the lowly, yet refined- In maiden loveliness she died, Admired in temper, form, and Ah well does faithful Mem'ry trace, As backward nineteen years she looks, Thy blooming form, and modest grace— Thy little parlour, and thy books. A rambler on Glamorgan's coast, Then first I climb'd these rocks with glee And distant vallies heard the boast Of Cambria's rural nymphs, in thee. I came again—but thou wast gone The flower was from its garden riven And here I sped me, sad and lone, To think how fair its bloom in heaven. Ah well the mournful time I bring Back to my view, when I beheld TIn- widow'd mother sorrowing, While round her many a bosom swell'd. The Christian's faith, and hope sublime, Were urged with pious sympathy And then she gave thee up for time, To hold thee for eternity.— Of all the dead, these only two I knew in this sequester'd spot- Pensive the other graves I view, And scarce believe I know them not. For with this fellow clay of mine, I feel a sympathy within And cannot in myself define Where life may end, and death begin. So blended are they in our frames, That we, and those beneath the sod, And epitaphs, and living names, Are kindred in the sight of God. Yes I I have joys and cares below, As had the dead in life's bright day; And 1, at length, must also go, Alike from cares and joys away. Happy, if wing'd by faith and prayer, My spirit soar to joys above, Leaving each dearest earthly care, A legacy to heavenly love. Then, Oystermonth no more to thee My feet will bend their pleasant way Some turfy grave shall smile for me, Gilded with Hope's triumphant ray. W. March 19, 1831. Thomas Bowdler, Esq. of Rhyddings—a Christian, a scholar, and a gentleman. He selected this particular and favourite spot, as the place of his burial. + Jane Stephens, the only daughter of the respectable landlady of the Mermaid Inn. She will long be remembered as the admiration of every visiter who saw her, possessing, as she did, considerable taste and information, in addition to great personal beauty, and a most virtuous character.

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