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 For Elizabeth, Wife of Mr. Wm. Larkin, of Great Totham. 
 
 ( AN ACR ^TIO ,) 
 
 E NTOMb'd below, by kindred niournM, secure from worldly strife, 
 
 L — ies one who was a parent fond, true friend, and faithful wife. 
 
 I n duty’s path to aim to walk, ’twere well if each display’d 
 
 Z— eal like to her’s who here by Death — ere pass’d life’s noon — wa» laid. 
 
 A Although but humble was the sphere of life in which she moved, 
 
 B— less’d are all those, we’re told, who e’en one “talent” have improved! 
 
 E ’er like the good Samaritan — as far as fortune blest, 
 
 T o her it was the highest joy to “succour the distrest.” 
 
 H ow at her death the villagers lamented would you know, 
 
 et but your feet wend to each shed of penury and woe,— 
 
 A— -nd the heavy sigh and eyes bedimm’d the fact still yet will show !— 
 B^-emorseless Death, with her laid here, your shafts but flew in vain; 
 
 K iud fate decreed that they should prove but a release from pain. 
 
 I— n realms ne’er scann’d by mortal eye, she’s now, we trust, a guest, 
 
 N— ought but ecstatic bliss to share, and Christ’s eternal rest I 
 
 GREAT TOTHAM. ©B ©B