but without Inscription, was erected to her Memory in the Church-yard,
over which the Poor as they pass weep continually, so that the Stone
is ever bathed in Tears.

On this Occasion the following Lines were spoken extempore by a young
Gentleman.

_How vain the Tears that fall from you,
And here supply the Place of Dew?
How vain to weep the happy Dead,
Who now to heavenly Realms are fled?
Repine no more, your Plaints forbear,
And all prepare to meet them there._

The END.




APPENDIX.

_The_ GOLDEN DREAM; _or,
the_ INGENUOUS CONFESSION.


[Illustration]

To shew the Depravity of human Nature, and how apt the Mind is to be
misled by Trinkets and false Appearances, Mrs. _Two-Shoes_ does
acknowledge, that after she became rich, she had like to have been too