Volume 2 — ON ELIZABETH, WIFE OF J. B. SIMPSON, ESQ. OF BABWORTH, IN YORKSHIRE. She was celebrated for her skill in Painting and Music.

Though breathing tints, wak’d by this now cold hand, To widow’d love’s admiring gaze remain, No more Eliza’s melting tones expand, Till choiring with the seraph’s kindred strain. Yet, while the mourner wails his years forlorn, In floods of anguish, o’er her early doom, Sky-towering Hope, on Faith’s strong pinion borne, Bursts the dark portals of the ruthless tomb.