Here lies Bobolenus, a goodly deacon,
snatched away by dark death whilst he slept.
An enemy, lurking in an unseen hiding place,
struck him on the head, killing him by deceit.
Tell me, what good did this terrible deed do you, wicked man?
He lives in God, you die for ever.
He deserves the glory of martyrdom, you the fate of a brigand;
he wins the palm, but punishment awaits you.
For these, and other interesting inscribed epitaphs, your readers might wish to dip into the writings of Venantius Fortunatus, the sixth-century Gallic writer.
J. W. GEORGE
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