LIN E S, WRITTEN ON SEEING LADY EAST PERFORM THE ΟΝ CHARACTER OF ALMERIA, IN THE MOURNING BRIDE, AT SIR WILLIAM EAST'S THEATRE, AT HULL-PLACE, IN BERKS. IN polish'd Eaft's fair frame behold To make her accents breathe delight: And all Almeria's woes are ours. THE QUEEN'S PRESENTING MRS. THOMAS', THE BISHOP OF WINCHESTER'S LADY, WITH A HORSE AND CABRIOLE CHAIR, FOR HER AIRINGS IN FARNHAM-PARK. ANNO 1778. THO' Snip the best of Queens forfakes, To ftarve he's in no danger: At Court may be the highest racks, But here's as deep a manger. The The Bishop, good and kind to all, And will have a good living. INSCRIPTION FOR A BENCH BENEATH A FAVOU RITE TREE. AVAUNT! ye noify fons of wine, But ye, who focial converfe love,- For you this verdant turf is spread, IN THE CHURCH-YARD OF BROMLEY, IN KENT. WRITTEN BY THE LATE JOHN HAWKESWORTH, L. L. D. Near this place lies the body of who departed this life on the 17th day of Aug. 1753 aged 101. She was the Widow of John Monk, late of this parish, blacksmith, her fecond husband, to whom she had been a wife near fifty years.. and of the iffue of her first marriage none lived to the fecond. But virtue would not fuffer her to be childless. An infant, to whom, and to whose father and uncles, fhe had been nurse, (fuch is the uncertainty of temporal pofterity!) became dependent upon ftrangers for the neceffaries of life; to him the afforded the protection of a mother. This parental charity was returned with filial affection; and she was fupported in the feebleness of age by him whom he had cherished in the helplefnefs of infancy. LET IT BA REMEMBERED, That there is no station in which industry will not obtain power to be liberal, nor any character on which liberality will not confer Honour. She had been long prepared, by a fimple and unaffected piety, for that awful moment which, however delayed, is univerfally fure. How few are allowed an equal time of probation! How many by their lives appear to prefume upon more! To preserve the memory of this person, but yet more to perpetuate the leffon of her life, this Stone was erected by voluntary contribution. IN THE CATHEDRAL AT BRISTOL. IN MEMORY OF MRS. MASON, WHO DIED AT THE HOTWELLS, IN 1767. TAKE, holy earth, all that my foul holds dear, And And died. Does youth, does beauty, read the line? Does fympathetic fear their breasts alarm? Speak, dead Maria! breathe a strain divine: Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have pow'r to charm: Bid them be chaßte, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's fphere as meekly move; And, if fo fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in Love : Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die, ('I'was ev'n to thee) yet the dread path once trods Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high, And bids" the pure in heart behold their God." W. MASON EPITAPH. ON MISS DRUMMOND, DAUGHTER OF THE ARCH BISHOP OF YORK. BY MR. MASON. HERE fleeps..what once was beauty, once was grace, Grace, that with fenfe and tendernefs combin'd To form that harmony of foul and face, Where Beauty fhines the mirror of the mind. Such |