decorations of sickness. During this time she was visited by physicians, attended by nurses, and received constant messages from her acquaintance to enquire after her health.

At length the decent time for sickness and immoderate grief being expired, the doctors were discharged, and the lady began to see company; being altered only from what she was before, by that colour of sadness in which she had dressed her person and countenance.

The captain was now interred, and might, perhaps, have already made a large progress towards oblivion, had not the friendship of Mr. Allworthy taken care to preserve his memory, by the following epitaph, which was written by a man of as great genius as integrity, and one who perfectly well knew the captain.

Here lies,
In expectation of a joyful rising,
The body of
Captain john Blifil.
London
Had the honour of his birth,
Oxford
Of his education.

His Parts
Were an honour to his profession
And to his country;
His life, to his religion
And human nature.

He was a dutiful son,
A tender husband,
An affectionate father,
A most kind brother,
A sincere friend,
A devout christian,
And a good man.

His inconsolable window
Hath erected this stone,
The monument of
His virtues
And of her affection.