Cogitations upon death, or, The mirror of man's misery… (1820-1830)
“ Where is always kept on Sale, a choice and extensive Assort- ment of Histories, Songs, Children's Story Book, School Books, &c. &c. THE MIRROR OF MAN'S MISERY. I HAVE such dread when I should die, Not knowing how, nor in what place, Thro' course of kind he comes to me, Into his arms would me embrace, He spares not the rich for their riches, Nor on the poor hath he pity, This causes me to say, Alas! And have such dread when I should die. ”
