EPITAPH ON A JUSTLY CELEBRATED SCHOOLMASTER. Memoriæ sacrum GULIELMI COLDSTREAM, Nec moestae Familiæ Dolor En hocce Monumentum Te tandem Senio pene confectum, XII Cal. Januar. M,DCC,LXXXVII. Ac Magistrum Utilitate, Industria, The above epitaph is in the Church of Dumblane, a small repaired portion of the ancient cathedral, all the rest of which is now in ruins. Mr Coldstream's scholars were justly celebrated for their classical knowledge, and the above epitaph will be considered by men of taste and learning as no bad specimen. EPITAPH ON A DISTINGUISHED AUTHOR AND WORTHY MAN. In hoc sepulchro condunturexuviæ Et in veritate historica indaganda, Cujus animi virtutes civium amor, Juxta cineres Conjugis suæ amatæ, Animæ innocentissime, piæ, pudicæ, Quæ morum sanctitas, In liberorum acerbis funeribus Ipso juventæ flore obreptorum, Patri optimo, Matri carissimæ, The above epitaph of Mr Tytler, the celebrated author of the Vindication of Mary, Queen of Scots, and of several other learned works, particularly on ancient Scotish music, has been admired by many for the elegance of the language; while, at the same time, in the opin ion of all who had the happiness of knowing Mr Tytler and his wife, it conveys to posterity a just character of a worthy couple. EPITAPH ON THE CELEBRATED COLIN MACLAURIN, Infra situs est COLIN MACLAURIN, Matheseos olim in Acad. Edin. Prof. Electus ipso Newtono suadente. Non ut nomini paterno consulat, Mentemque tantarum rerum capacem, Mr Maclaurin's epitaph has attracted the notice, and obtained the approbation of many excellent classical scholars. It was written by his son, the late Lord Dreghorn. But it is said to have been in some particulars improved by corrections of the late celebrated Dr S. Johnson.-Vide Boswell's Life of Johnson. EPITAPH ON AN INGENIOUS YOUNG MAN, Superintendent of the Royal Botanical Garden at Edinburgh, who died at an early period of life, much regretted. Sacrum memoriæ JOANNIS MACKAY, Qui XVIII Cal. Maii anno post Christum natum M,DCCC,II, viginti novem annos natus, diem defletus obiit supremum mortalitate quidem expleta, at nondum multiferæ Naturæ amœnitatum studio. Quique ut ingenii bonitate, suâ modestiâ, morumque suavitate, erat amicis unice carus ; sic hortensias FLORA deliciolas, et rurigenam prolem, tam indefesso pernoscendi ardore, quam rarâ discernendi disponendique peritia, Florilegis, Herbariisque acceptus. Posuit Frater J. T. MACKAY, M,DCCC,V. EPITAPH ON ROBERT BURNS, THE AYRSHIRE BARD. Taken, mutato nomine, from the Elegy, written by himself, on Captain Henderson. O Robbie Burns, the man, the brither, Life's dreary bound. Like thee, where shall we find anither, The world around. Go to your sculptur'd tombs ye great, In a' the tinsell trash of state; But by thy honest turf I'll wait, Thou man of worth, And weep the sweetest Poet's fate, E'er liv'd on earth. Burns demonstrated his veneration for departed genius, by the tomb-stone which he placed in the Canongate church-yard, at the grave of Ferguson, the ingenious author of some admirable Scotish Poems; and, by his own writings, he has erected to himself a monument ære perennius. Yet it is perhaps a disgrace to the present age, that no stone marks the turf where his mortal part was deposited. |