Robert Burns

Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder

written in 1784

Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder - form Summary

Sardonic Epitaph in Miniature

This poem is a very short epitaph that compresses character judgment and humor into four lines. Written in Scots dialect, it presents a speaker who mockingly consigns a local elder to Hell while also praising his thrift—asking Satan to keep the man’s money because he will guard it well. The form’s brevity and direct address create a sharp, ironic tone: the memorial both condemns and admiringly records a practical, avaricious trait. Its compactness turns an epitaph into satirical portraiture rather than solemn tribute.

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Here Sowter Hood in Death does sleep; To H-ll, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither.

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