. A painter of dreams, and other biographical studies. ejoice in their enjoyment. But at length arrived a day when, although thefeast was in readiness and the list had been sub-mitted to the sick man—who had evinced even morethan his customary anxiety that all should go well—yet, before the appointed hour, came an unbiddenGuest whose entrance would not be gainsaid. Andon that day, the i6th of December, 1813, when thefriends of Billy Bosville assembled as usual at hishouse, they were told that, a few hours earlier, therehad passed away from them for ever that host whohad never before failed to
. A painter of dreams, and other biographical studies. ejoice in their enjoyment. But at length arrived a day when, although thefeast was in readiness and the list had been sub-mitted to the sick man—who had evinced even morethan his customary anxiety that all should go well—yet, before the appointed hour, came an unbiddenGuest whose entrance would not be gainsaid. Andon that day, the i6th of December, 1813, when thefriends of Billy Bosville assembled as usual at hishouse, they were told that, a few hours earlier, therehad passed away from them for ever that host whohad never before failed to give them his genialwelcome. Thus, unchanged to the last, there died in his sixty-ninth year, one of the most kindly, most generousand most eccentric men of his generation ; andalthough in such a death the sententious may findoccasion to moralise, is there not something invigorat-ing in the spectacle of a man who could thus prizeexistence to its latest moment, and who went downto the very Gates of Death still warm with the throbof a joyous Life ?. a silhouette in of Sir AlexanJcr Macdomild oj the IsUs. LOVD BY HIS FRIENDS T15 Epitaph on William Bosville, Esq., OF GUNTHWAITE AND ThORPE HaLL, IN THE CoUNTY OF YORK, WHO DIED December i6th, 1813 Lovd by his friends, and by his foes esteemd,For even foes by goodness are redeemd,Above all meanness, for he knew no pride,Unawd by Death, unblemishd Bosville sense which only nature could smoothest temper and the kindest various scenes of chequerd life he went,His views unspotted and his end to him the child of low degree,So honour gracd him, and his mind was free—Or one that glitterd in the pomp of birth ;For all he valued was unshaken to the last, though torturd by disease,His only comfort was his friends to please. No vain fantastic terrors scard his soul. For conscious virtue occupied the whole : Oer worlds to come no vagu
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