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The following poem is the work of some hapless son of the Muses who deserved a better fate. There is a great deal of "The voice of Cona" in his solitary, mournful notes; and had the sentiments been clothed in Shenstone's language, they would have been no discredit even to that elegant poet. -R. B.
Strait is the spot and green the sod / From whence my sorrows flow; / And soundly sleeps the ever dear / Inhabitant below.