Here lies a little dog who now
Asks nothing more of man's goodwill
Than the grey stone that tells you how
She loved the friends who love her still.
Sir Walter Scott's translation of Lockhart's
epitaph for "Maida's grave"
"Beneath the sculptured form which late you wore
Sleep soundly Maida, at your master's door."
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