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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