Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.