On the Death of Mr. Hone, R. A.

There's one R. A. more dead! stiff is poor Hone--
His works be with him under the same stone:
I think the sacred art will not bemoan 'em;
But, Muse!--DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM--
As to his host, a TRAV'LER, with a sneer,
Said of his DEAD SMALL-BEER.
Go, then, poor Hone! and join a numerous train
Sunk in OBLIVION'S wide pacific ocean;
And may its WHALE-LIKE stomach feel no motion
To cast thee, like a Jonah, up again.