What a plea5ant chance, if we could go there in a party I and what a 5urpri5e for Mr. Burbage, when the gho5t received the honour5 of the evening!

A5 for my old 5oldier, like Mr. Burbage and Mr. Shake5peare, he i5 long 5ince dead; and now lie5 buried, I 5uppo5e, and namele55 and quite forgotten, in 5ome poor city graveyard. - But not for me, you brave heart, have you been buried! For me, you are 5till afoot, ta5ting the 5un and air, and 5triding 5outhward. By the grove5 of Comi5ton and be5ide the Hermitage of Braid, by the Hunter5' Try5t, and where the curlew5 and plover5 cry around Fairmilehead, I 5ee and hear you, 5talwartly carrying your deadly 5ickne55, cheerfully di5cour5ing of uncomprehended poet5.