in her own generation, for the natural goodness and amiability which unfortunately do not always go hand in hand with the sincerest piety.
Mrs. Wesley had been very happy in the brotherly friendship which existed between her own husband and her sister and Mr. Dunton, and felt the bereavement deeply. Mr. Wesley wrote the epitaph which was engraved on Mrs. Dunton's tomb in Buuhill Fields, and, though it was the fashion of the day to attribute every virtue under the sun to those who had epitaphs written for them, it was acknowledged by general consent that every word of it was true:—
"Sacred urn! with whom we trust
This dear pile of buried dust,
Know thy charge, and safely guard,
Till death's brazen gate's unbarred;
Till the angel bids it rise,
And removes to Paradise
A wife obliging, tender, wise;
A friend to comfort and advise;
Virtue mild as Zephyr's breath;
Piety, which smiled in death;
Such a wife and such a friend
All lament and all commend.
Most, with eating cares opprest,
He who knew, and loved her best;
Who her loyal heart did share,
He who reigned unrivalled there,
And no truce to sighs will give
Till he die, with her to live.
Or, if more he would comprise,
Here interred Eliza lies.
The two sisters were considered very much alike both in person and character, so that anything recorded of
