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THE NECKoroLis. 489
" And thou, his best beloved, his faithful wife,
The pride and solace of his wedded life ;
Our gentle mother — honored, loved, revered —
Whose sweet voice blest us, and whose bright eye cheered,
Thou too hast left us in this world of woe ;
Nor dare we murmur while we mourn the blow;
' For we would ill requite thee to constrain
Thine unbound spirits into bonds again.' "
To denote the site of his father's dwelling, John Mitchell,
painter in Glasgow, has in the Necropolis erected an obelisk
inscribed as follows : —
" In childhood's years, when full of sportive glee,
Here have I prattled on my mother's knee.
Received her kind caress, her holy care.
As oft she breath'd for me her fervent prayer.
" Here did our parents and their children meet,
A happy circle joined in concord sweet;
While upwards rose the voice of prayer and praise.
That God would lead us in his holy ways.
" As on this spot I drew my infant breath,
Here let me rest when I repose in death ;
And when the last trump's pealing notes shall sound,
Oh, may our lot among the blest be found."
From the numerous metrical epitaphs to be found in the Necro-
polis, we have selected the following : —
" This little flower was early crop't,
But crop't by love divine."
" What joy when she resigned her breath,
For as her eyelids closed, she smiled in death."
" Thy word, God, was found of me,
I And I did eat it, and it was to me the joy
I And rejoicing of mine heart."
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" Thou wert not, Solomon, in all thy glory,
Arrayed, the lilies cry, in robes like these,

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