Chapter 24 THE QUIET LIFE

Condemned to Hope's delusive mine,

As on we toil from day to day,

By sudden blast or slow decline

Our social comforts drop away.

Well tried through many a varying year,

See Levett to the grave descend:

Officious, innocent, sincere,

Of every friendless name the friend.

Yet still he fills affection's eye,

Obscurely wise and