INSCRIPTION

On a CENOTAPH erected by SIR WILLIAM DRAPER, K. B. in his Garden at Clifton near Bristol.

This Cenotaph is sacred

to the Memory

of those departed Warriors,

of the SEVENTY-NINTH REGIMENT,

by whose deliberate Valour, steady discipline, and perseverance, The formidable and impetuous efforts

of the French Land forces in ASIA

were first withstood, and repulsed;
Our Commerce preserved;

Our Settlements rescued from impending destruction.
The ever memorable defence of MADRASS,

The decisive Battle of WANDEWASH,

Twelve strong and important FORTRESSES,
Three CAPITALS

ARCOT, PONDICHERRY, MANILLA,

The PHILIPPINE ISLANDS,

are witnesses of their Victories,

that would have done honor

even to the Greek and Roman Name
in the most illustrious times of Antiquity,

and well deserve to be transmitted down
to latest Posterity,

that future Generations may hear

and imitate (for they cannot exceed)
Their Glorious Exploits.

Inscription on the opposite side of the Cenotaph.

Siste gradum, si qua est Britonum tibi cura, Viator, Siste gradum, vacuo recolas inscripta Sepulchro

Tristia fata Virûm, quos bellicus ardor EoUM

Proh dolor! haud unquam redituros misit ad orbern;
Nec tibi sit lugere pudor, si forte tuorum

Nomina nota legas, sed cùm terrâque marique
Invictos Heroum animos, et facta revolves,

(Si patriæ te tangat amor, si fama BRITANNÛM)
Parce triumphales lacrymis aspergere lauros—

Quin si ASIÆ penetrare sinus atque ultima GANGIS
Pandere claustra pares, INDOsque lacessere bello,

EX HIS VIRTUTEM DISCAS, VERUMQUE LABOREM,

FORTUNAM EX ALIIS.

EPITAPH

On a Lady who died after a lingering Illness, and had earnestly prayed that her only Child might not survive her: The Child died a short time after its Mother.

N. B. An Angel is represented in basso-relievo, holding up a Child to its Mother, and is supposed to speak the following lines.

SWEET Saint! on thee when pining sickness prey'd,
Thy beauty canker'd, and thy youth decay'd,
'Twas thine with patience meek, to Heav'n resign'd,
With Faith that arm'd, and Hope that cheer'd thy mind,

Death's ling'ring stroke undaunted to sustain

And spare thy pitying friend's and husband's pain,
Studious thy heartfelt anguish to disguise

From sympathizing Love's enquiring eyes!

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'Tis mine to crown thy wish, reward thy worth,

To wean each fond, each yearning thought from earth;
And bring this much lov'd object of thy care,

Thy joys to perfect, and thy Heaven to share.

TO A FRIEND,

On the Loss of an amiable Daughter.

TRUE, she was sweet, and lovely in thine

eyes,

Like some fair flower that blooms awhile, and dies:

Yet O forbear thy heart-felt pangs to shew

In outward pageantry, and
and pomp of woe:

Say, shouldst thou bid the Parian marble rise,
To tell where innocence and beauty lies,

Aught could it sooth His grief, ill-fated youth!
To whose fond vows she pledg'd her virgin truth?
Thy generous boon to him* best serves to prove
Thy manly sorrow, and paternal love,

A genteel and handsome fortune intended for the young lady on her marriage, which her father immediately on her decease presented to the gentleman to whom she was betrothed.