The hand of death hath once more brought The lifeless body here to lie, Until aroused with angels' voice, Which call it forth, no more to die. II. This man, of health and honest mind, Had troubles great to bear whilst here, Which cut him off, in manhood's bloom, To where there's neither frown nor tear. III. His life was lined with works of good For all who sought his affluent aid; His life-long acts of charity Are sure to never pass unpaid. IV. Sir John Dunfern, whose noble name Is heard to echo, far and wide, In homes of honour, truth, and right, With which he here lies side by side. V. The wings of love and lasting strength Shall flap above his hollow bed; Angelic sounds of sweetest strain Have chased away all tears he shed. VI. Then, when the glorious morn shall wake Each member in this dust of ours, To give to each the sentence sure Of everlasting Princely Power-- VII. He shall not fail to gain a seat Upon the bench of gloried right, To don the crown of golden worth Secured whilst braving Nature's fight. After carefully reading these lines the figure of melting woe sat for a long time in silence until a footstep came up from behind, which alarmed her not a little. Looking up she beheld the face of a youth whose expression was very mournful, and asking after her mission, was informed she had been casting one last look on the monument of her lamented husband. "Mighty Heavens!" exclaimed Sir Hugh Dunfern, "are you the vagrant who ruined the very existence of him whom you now profess to have loved? You, the wretch of wicked and wilful treachery, and formerly the wife of him before whose very bones you falsely kneel! Are you the confirmed traitoress of the trust reposed in you by my late lamented, dearest, and most noble of fathers? Are you aware that the hypocrisy you manifested once has been handed down to me as an heirloom of polluted possession, and stored within this breast of mine, an indelible stain for life, or, I might say, during your known and hated existence? "False woman! Wicked wife! Detested mother! Bereft widow! "How darest thou set foot on the premises your chastity should have protected and secured! What wind of transparent touch must have blown its blasts of boldest bravery around your poisoned person and guided you within miles of the mansion I proudly own?