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Epitaph of my poor Jack. SQUIRREL.

Here are the remains of my poor little Jack Who, with a little fall, almost broke his back. And I myself was the occasion of that By letting him be, frigthen’d, by a Cat. I then picked him up, from off the floor; But he, alas never danced a hornpipe more; And many a time have I laugh’d, to see him so cunning; To sit and crack the nuts I gave him so funny; Now in remembrance of his pretty tricks I have had him stuff’d, that I might not him forget; And so he is gone; and I must go, as well as him; And pray God, send I may go, but with little sin; So here is an end, to my little dancing Jack. That will never more be, frighten’d, by a Cat.

Died Sunday Morning, July 23, 1826.

James Hadfield

Bethlem Hospital