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An Elogy to the Memory of the late Wm. Palgrave, Esq. with Other Pieces   By:

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WM. PALGRAVE, ESQ.

Transcribed from the early 1800’s edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was made.

AN ELOGY TO THE Memory of THE LATE Wm. PALGRAVE , Esq. WITH OTHER PIECES. {1}

By Jas. PARKERSON , Jun.

PRICE 1s.

[WALKER, PRINTER, NORWICH.]

TO THE MEMORY OF William Palgrave , Esq.

LATE OF COLTISHALL, IN THE COUNTY OF NORFOLK.

In passing through this vale of tears, That various scenes display; Ambition oft her standard rears, And mortals lead astray.

The anxious merchant counts his gain From vessels on the sea; They’re lost upon the watery main, And all his prospects flee.

Dejection seize his harrass’d mind, While struggling with dispair; Dame Fortune smiles and proves more kind, His spirits for to cheer.

Such is man’s losses—varied lot, To day he counts his store, To morrow breathless on the spot He pac’d the day before.

Let those who wish thro’ life’s short span, In heaven’s path to move; Copy the late departed man, Whom Death has call’d above.

Upon his word you might depend, Experience prov’d it true; He ever was the poor man’s friend, Before he bade adieu.

He always would afford relief To those who crav’d his aid; And felt for those annoy’d by grief ’Till Nature’s debt was paid.

As Magistrate, impartial steer’d His course in such a way, As made him honor’d and rever’d, Where prudence had her sway.

Justice he lov’d, to others bore That boon, while life remain’d; His loss on earth the world deplore, Yet trust he has obtain’d

A place of rest, thro’ Jesus’ aid, Till summon’d to appear Before our God—before the blest, His sentence for to hear.

I’ll on domestic scenes now dwell As husband, ever kind; As father, few could him excel, And those he’s left behind

Attest it, by their tears sincere, Each relative has shed Upon the sable gloomy bier, Encompass’d round the dead.

He’s fled to where none can return— Where heavenly blessings dwell; Then waft a tear o’er Palgrave’s urn, Whene’er you bid farewell.

{1} The pamphlet in Norwich library is only two pages and shows no sign of any other pieces ever being part of it.

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