III.

“Farewell, vain world, I have seen my last of thee; Thy smiles I court not, frowns I fear, My cares are past, my head lies quiet here, My time was short in this world, my work is done, My rest I hope is in another, In a quiet grave I lie, near my beloved mother.”

“A Friend so true, There is but few, And difficult to find; A man more just, And true to trust, There is not left behind.”