Points of Friction
These simple statements might justifiably be printed without the capital letters which distinguish prose from verse; but we can understand them, and we are familiar with the phenomena they describe.
Byron has recorded in a letter to Hoppner the profound impression made upon him by two concise epitaphs in the cemetery of Bologna.
MARTINI LUIGI
Implora pace.
LUCREZIA PICINI
Implora eterna quiete.
It seemed to the poet—himself in need of peace—that all the weariness of life, and all the gentle humility of the tired but trusting soul, were compressed into those lines. There is nothing calamitous in death.
"The patrimony of a little mould,
And entail of four planks,"
is the common heritage of mankind, and we accept it reverently. A belief in
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