RAMSGATE CHURCH-YARD.

PASSENGER pause!-permit a very stone to tell thee that the bloom of youth, fair prospects, and parental fondness cannot reverse the sentence:

To dust thou shalt return.

ON JOHN AND EDWARD TOPHAM.

READER, we from this monument may gather,
JOHN TOPHAM was one EDWARD TOPHAM's father;
And what's more strange, we find, upon this stone,
That EDWARD TOPHAM was JOHN TOPHAM's son.

COVENTRY.

ON JOHN PYE, A FARMER.

HERE lies John Pye!

Oh! oh!

Does he so ?
There let him lye.

HERE lyes Jobson, the D-'s godson,

Who ne'er lov'd the poor :

He liv'd like a hog,

And dy'd like a dog,

And left what he had to a w-e.

ST. OLAVE'S, SOUTHWARK.

ON MR. MUNDAY,

Who hanged himself.

HALLOWED be the Sabaoth,
And farewell all worldly pelfe;
The weeke begins on Tuesday,
For Munday hath hang'd himselfe.

ON WALTER STRONGE,

A MASON.

HERE'S one that was an able workman long, Who divers houses built both fair and strong; Tho' Stronge he was, a stronger came than he, And robb'd him both of life and skill we see : Moving an old house, a new one for to rear, Death met him in the way, and laid him here.

ON JEMMY JEWELL.

'Tis odd, quite odd, that I should laugh, When I'm to write an epitaph.

Here lie the bones of a rakish Timmy,
Who was a Jewell and a Jemmy.
He dealt in diamonds, garnets, rings,
And twice ten thousand pretty things;
Now he supplies Old Nick with fuel,
And there's an end of Jemmy Jewell.

ON MR SNOW,

THE KING'S TRUMPETER.

THAW every breast, melt every eye with woe,
Here's dissolution by the hand of Death!
To dirt, to water, turn'd the fairest Snow:
O! the king's trumpeter has lost his breath.

ON LADY LUCY LYTTLETON.
By Lord Lyttleton.

MADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes;
Tho' meek, magnanimous; tho' witty, wise:
Polite, as all her life in courts had been ;
Yet good as she the world had never seen.
The noble fire of an exalted mind,
With gentlest female tenderness combin❜d :
Her speech was the melodious voice of love,
Her song, the warbling of the vernal grove;
Her eloquence was sweeter than her song,
Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong;
Her form each beauty of her mind exprest;
Her mind was virtue by the graces drest.

MAN.

ON A POOR INDUSTRIOUS HUSBANDMAN.

IN YORKSHIRE.

THIS humble monument will show
Where lies an honest man.

Ye kings, whose heads are laid as low,
Rise higher, if you can.

POST FUNERA VIRTUS.

A MONSTER, in a course of vice grown old,
Leaves to his gaping heir his ill-gain'd gold:
Strait breathes his bust; strait are his virtues shown;
Their date commencing with the sculptur'd stone.
If on this specious marble we rely,

Pity a worth like his should ever die !
If credit to his real life we give,

Pity a wretch like him should ever live!
Splendidè mendax.

ON KING CHARLES II.

By Lord Rochester.

HERE lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relies on;
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.

It was his custom in conversation to say, "D'ye hear?" And if any said he did not, John would reply, “'Tis no matter, Pve said.”

BRIGHTWELL, Oxon.

ON STEPHEN RUMBOLD,

Born Feb. 1582, died March 4, 1687.

He liv'd one hundred and five

Sanguine and strong,

An hundred to five,

You live not so long.

A GENEROUS foe, a faithful friend,-
A victor bold, here met his end.
He conquer'd both in war and peace;
By death subdu'd, his glories cease.
Ask'st thou, who finish'd here his course
With so much honour?-'Twas a HORSE.

HADLEIGH, SUFFOLK.

ON MRS. ELLEN RESON.

THE charnel mounted on the w
Sets to be seen in funer
A matron plain domestic
In care and pains continu
Not slow, not gay, not prodig
Yet neighbourly and hospit
Her children seven, yet living
Her sixty-seventh year hence did c
To rest her body natur

In hopes to rise spiritu

all.