Part 4

It is said of a certain physician that he never passed the churchyard of the place where he resided, without pulling forth his handkerchief from his pocket, and hiding his face with it. Upon this circumstance being noticed by an acquaintance, he apologized for it by saying, "You will recollect, sir, what a number of people there are who have found their way hither under my directions. Now, I am always apprehensive lest some of them recognising my features should lay hold of me, and oblige me to take up my lodging along with them."

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IMPROMPTU ON THE BURIAL OF SHUTER, THE ACTOR.

Alas! poor Ned! He's now in bed, Who seldom was before; The revel rout, The midnight shout, Shall never know him more.

Entomb'd in clay, Here let him lay, And silence ev'ry jest; For life's poor play Has past away, And here he sleeps in rest.

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