English poem
His Epitaph
by Anonymous
Beneath this stone brave BRADDOCK Lies, Who always hated Cowardice, But fell a Savage Sacrifice; Amidst his Indian Foes. I Charge you, Heroes, of the Ground, To guard his dark Pavilion round; And keep off all obtruding Sound; And cherish his Repose.
Sleep, Sleep, I say, brave valiant Man, Bold Death at last has bid thee stand, And to resign thy great Command, And Cancel thy Commission: Altho' thou didst not much incline, Thy Post and Honours to resign; Now iron Slumber doth Confine; Now envy's thy Condition.
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