Monday, 25.--I showed a friend, coming out of the country, the tombs in Westminster
Abbey. The two with which I still think none of the others worthy to be compared are that
of Mrs. Nightingale, and that of the Admiral rising out of his tomb at the resurrection. But
the vile flattery inscribed on many of them reminded me of that just reflection:
If on the sculptured marble you rely,
Pity that worth like his should ever die.
If credit to the real life you give,
Pity a wretch like him should ever live!
The Journal of John Wesley
Pity that worth like his should ever die.
If credit to the real life you give,
Pity a wretch like him should ever live!
The Journal of John Wesley
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