Edward
Gibbon died of peritonitis in London on Jan. 16, 1794, and was buried at
Fletching, Sussex. He was fifty-six. Today, his condition could likely be cured
with a course of antibiotics. His patron and friend, Lord Sheffield, arranged
for the undistinguished minister and schoolmaster Samuel Parr, who bore an uncanny resemblance
to Ernest Borgnine, to compose Gibbon’s epitaph. The inscription as it appears
on Gibbon’s memorial tablet is in Latin. Here is a portion of it in English:
“HIS CONVERSATION
DISPLAYED HIGH SERIOUSNESS PLEASANTLY SEASONED
WITH WIT
HIS LITERARY STYLE
WAS COPIOUS AND BRILLIANT
DISTINGUISHED BY ELEGANT HARMONY
AND SUPREME ARTISTRY IN ITS ROUNDED PERIODS
AND BY PROFOUND AND EXQUISITE EPIGRAMS”
No one would
describe the style of Gibbon’s prose on most occasions as tight or concise by
modern standards, but seldom is it flowery or purple. The portion of Parr’s
epitaph just quoted is almost but not quite bombastic, though that judgment may
be a matter of twenty-first- versus eighteenth-century taste. Boswell, after
all, quotes Dr. Johnson as saying, “In lapidary inscription a man is not on oath.’’ But some of Parr’s verbiage turns overripe, especially when it curries
favor with the guy paying his commission, Lord Sheffield, who has no business
being cited on Gibbon’s vault.
I’ve only
just learned that Parr turned epitaph-composition into something of a cottage
industry. I haven’t confirmed details but several sources suggest that Parr had
a hand in composing inscriptions for the graves of Dr. Johnson, Edmund Burke
and Charles Burney, among others. If true, wouldn’t that burnish an otherwise
lackluster résumé? Let’s keep in mind what Dr. Johnson set down in “An Essay on Epitaphs” (1740):
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