EPITAPH ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS.'

"Valiant in arms, courteous and

in
gay peace,

See Williams fnatch'd to an untimely tomb."

HALL STEVENSON's Poems, ii. p. 49.

ERE, foremost in the dangerous paths of fame,

Young Williams fought for England's fair

renown;

His mind each Mufe, each Grace adorn'd his

frame,

Nor envy dared to view him with a frown.

At Aix, his voluntary fword he drew,

There firft in blood his infant honour feal'd; From fortune, pleasure, science, love, he flew,

And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field.

With eyes of flame, and cool undaunted breast,
Victor he stood on Bellifle's rocky steeps-

Ah, gallant youth! this marble tells the reft,
Where melancholy friendfhip bends, and weeps.