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Charles Dike.
Joyous his birth, wealth o’er his cradle shone,
Gen’rous he prov’d, far was his bounty known;
Men, horses, hounds were feasted at his hall,
There strangers found a welcome bed and stall;
Quick distant idlers answered to his horn,
And all was gladness in the sportsman’s morn.
But evening came, and colder blew the gale,
Means, overdone, had now begun to fail;
His wine was finished, and he ceas’d to brew,
And fickle friends now hid them from his view.
Unknown, neglected, pin’d the man of worth,
Death his best friend, his resting-place the Earth.
The following is copied from a head-stone, set up in the churchyard of High Ercall. Those who are fond of the sublime, will certainly rejoice over this precious poetical morsel:—
Salop, Oct. 1797.
Elizabeth the Wife Of Richard Baarlamb,
passed to Eternity on Sunday, the 21st of May,
1797, in the 71st year of her age.
When terrestrial all in Chaos shall Exhibit effervescence,
Then Celestial virtues in their most Refulgent Brilliant essence,
Shall with beaming Beauteous Radiance, thro’ the ebullition Shine;
Transcending to Glorious Regions Beatifical, Sublime.