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Works of Charles and Mary Lamb. VI-VII. Letters
Charles Lamb to Robert Southey, 20 March 1799 [concluded]

Contents vol. VI
Letters: 1796
Letters: 1797
Letters: 1798
Letters: 1799
Letters: 1800
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Contents vol. VII
Letters: 1821
Letters: 1822
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Letters: 1825
Letters: 1826
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Letters: 1830
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Appendix I
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Appendix III
List of Letters
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I the other day threw off an extempore epitaph on Ensign Peacock of the 3rd Regt. of the Royal East India Volunteers, who like other boys in this scarlet tainted age was ambitious of playing at soldiers, but dying in the first flash of his valour was at the particular instance of his relations buried with military honours! like any veteran scarr’d or chopt from Blenheim or Ramilies. (He was buried in sash and gorget.)

Marmor Loquitur
He lies a Volunteer so fine,
Who died of a decline,
As you or I, may do one day;
Reader, think of this, I pray;
And I humbly hope you’ll drop a tear
For my poor Royal Volunteer.
He was as brave as brave could be,
Nobody was so brave as he;
He would have died in Honor’s bed,
Only he died at home instead.
Well may the Royal Regiment swear,
They never had such a Volunteer.
But whatsoever they may say,
Death is a man that will have his way:
Tho’ he was but an ensign in this world of pain;
In the next we hope he’ll be a captain.
And without meaning to make any reflection on his mentals,
He begg’d to be buried in regimentals.

Sed hæ sunt lamentabilis nugæ—But ’tis as good as some epitaphs you and I have read together in Christ-Church-yard.