in an epitaph is not to be endured.  ’No arts essayed, but not to be admired,’—­are words expressing that she had recourse to artifices to conceal her amiable and admirable qualities; and the context implies that there was a merit in this; which surely no sane mind would allow.  But the meaning of the Author, simply and honestly given, was nothing more than that she shunned admiration, probably with a more apprehensive modesty than was common; and more than this would have been inconsistent with the praise bestowed upon her—­that she had an unaffected mind.  This couplet is further objectionable, because the sense of love and peaceful admiration which such a character naturally inspires, is disturbed by an oblique and ill-timed stroke of satire.  She is not praised so much as others are blamed, and is degraded by the Author in thus being made a covert or stalking-horse for gratifying a propensity the most abhorrent from her own nature—­’Passion and pride were to her soul unknown.’  It cannot be meant that she had no passions, but that they were moderate and kept in subordination to her reason; but the thought is not here expressed; nor is it clear that a conviction in the understanding that ’virtue only is our own,’ though it might suppress her pride, would be itself competent to govern or abate many other affections and passions to which our frail nature is, and ought in various degrees, to be subject.  In fact, the Author appears to have had no precise notion of his own meaning.  If she was ‘good without pretence,’ it seems unnecessary to say that she was not proud.  Dr. Johnson, making an exception of the verse, ’Convinced that virtue only is our own,’ praises this epitaph for ’containing nothing taken from common places.’  Now in fact, as may be deduced from the principles of this discourse, it is not only no fault but a primary requisite in an epitaph that it shall contain thoughts and feelings which are in their substance common-place, and even trite.  It is grounded upon the universal intellectual property of man,—­sensations which all men have felt and feel in some degree daily and hourly;—­truths whose very interest and importance have caused them to be unattended to, as things which could take care of themselves.  But it is required that these truths should be instinctively ejaculated or should rise irresistibly from circumstances; in a word that they should be uttered in such connection as shall make it felt that they are not adopted, not spoken by rote, but perceived in their whole compass with the freshness and clearness of an original intuition.  The Writer must introduce the truth with such accompaniment as shall imply that he has mounted to the sources of things, penetrated the dark cavern from which the river that murmurs in every one’s ear has flowed from generation to generation.  The line ’Virtue only is our own,’—­is objectionable, not from the common-placeness of the truth, but from the vapid manner in which it is conveyed.  A similar sentiment is expressed with appropriate dignity in an epitaph by Chiabrera, where he makes the Archbishop of Albino say of himself, that he was