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(4, p. 51.)

And where is San?

To save the reader any anxiety about him, I may here say, that it has been reported that he was found next morning in bed, but so battered and bruised that he could not be seen for a week, though some affirm for a fortnight. However, he was so long absent from the heels of his workmen that they began to suspect he was dead, and in order to show their affection for him they made out amongst themselves the following Epitaph.

(To be engraved on the upper edge of the stone.) The author presents these stanzas as someone else’s invention. I have colluded with this fiction because the XML rules do not permit a linegroup within a cell, whereas a linegroup within a QUOTE within a cell is permissible. KBWC. to the memory of our beloved master, SAN POLLYWORD.
(On this side, facing the east.) Here lies Master San, Mere shell of a man; But whither his soul has gone ’Tis hard to tell; Some say to ——, But others believe he had none.	(On that side, facing the west.) And here lies Pollyword, Who never could afford Justice to his working man. Lest he might break the peace Where contentions should cease, We have buried him not beside San.