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aſſigned over for that purpoſe. In ſhort, ſhe was a Mother to the Poor, a Phyſician to the Sick, and a Friend to all who were in Diſtreſs. Her Life was the greateſt Bleſſing, and her Death the greateſt Calamity that ever was felt in the Neighbourhood. A Monument, 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.
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