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To the memory of the late Mrs Vivian of Truro - 1816 Farewell sweet shade! paralelled by few In virture, goodness, modesty - adieu! Success ne'er shone exulting in thine eye And no poor object went unheeded by Beauty ne'er made thee vain, nor titles* proud Gifts these to captivate the meaner crowd In thee humility was awful grace And all thy mind sat pictured in thy face. Religious, moral, tender, and sincere A hand to give, a heart to dop a tear In misery's cause.... In thy lamented end The world has lost a gem - the poor a friend. In all the duties of domestic life Whether of mother, mistress, friend or wife None e'er excelled thee - To us 'tis given To tell thy worth - whilst thou a saint in heaven Lookist down with pity - beck'ning those to come Whom most thou loved'st on earth, to thy bless'd home.

• Alluding to those lately conferred on her elder

son Major Gen Sir [Hussey] Vivian K.C.B.