ON TWO SOLDIERS, OF THE HANTS MILITIA. THE following epitaph, written by the Reverend Mr. Davis, of Fareham, in Hampshire, is inscribed on a tomb-stone erected to the memory of two soldiers belonging to the North Hants militia, who were murdered by some foreigners in the Isle of Wight. As o'er this tomb some sorrowing comrade stands, And mourns our life, cut off by foreign hands; As Fancy views the reeking blade around, And life's warm current rushing from the wound; Let him exclaim, with manly grief opprest, "Here unoffending murder'd victims rest!" Oh! may our fate, in warning accents, show What mischiefs from ungovern'd passions flow. ST. ANDREW'S HOLBORN-NEW BURYING-GROUND. ON THE REV. JOHN BLUCK. Who died March 2, 1762, Æ. 33. WHILE o'er this modest stone Religion weeps, ON A YOUNG LADY. By Richard Savage, Esq. CLOS'D are those eyes that beam'd seraphic fire, No prude e'er thought impure, no friend unkind. Nor can she die-E'en now survives her name, BARKING, ESSEX. ON THOMAS HUMPHREY, Ob. February 17, 1765, Æ. 75, and Ob. September 24, 1757, Æ. 63. ENOUGH, cold stone, suffice their long-lov'd name; HENRY MARTEN, Lived to the advanced age of seventy-eight, and died by a stroke of apoplexy, which seized him while at dinner, in the twentieth year of his confinement.* He was buried in the chancel of the parish church at CHEPSTOW. His Epitaph, composed by himself, is in these words: Here September the 9th, in the year of our Lord 1680, Was buryed a true Englishman ; Who in Barkshire was well known To love his country's freedom, 'bove his own: His epitaph. H ere or elsewhere (all's one to you, to me) My life was spent with serving you, and you, To birds of prey leave my old cage, and fly. E xamples preach to th' eye, care then (mine says) Not how you end, but how you spend your dayes. * He was one of the regicides in the time of Charles the First, and was found guilty, but his enmity to Cromwell, and surrender on the proclamation, were justly urged by his friends as motive for pardon; which he obtained, on condition of perpetual imprisonment. He was first confined in the Tower; but soon removed to the Castle of Chepstow, at which place he died. Inscribed on a Pillar lately erected in the midst of a heap of stones, on the side of the highway in the North of England. By the Lord of the Manor. STAY, Traveller, stay, and peruse a sad story; To give the world notice, that under these stones, DUNDALK, IN IRELAND. ON ROBERT MOORE. HERE lies the body of Robert Moore, Who kill'd himself by eating of cur : ST. FLAVIAN'S, BY MOUNT FIASCONE. EST. EST. EST. PPR. NIUM. EST. HIC. JO. DE. FLEC. D. MEUS, MORTUS. EST. THIS is on the tomb of a German prelate, who was no enemy to the bottle; for in travelling it appears he always sent his steward forward to taste the wines of the several inns upon the road: if tolerably good the major-domo was to chalk upon the door, in capitals, the Latin word est (it is); if very good he was to write est, est, and the bishop had ever full reason to be content with his steward's superlative taste. Being arrived at Monte Fiascone, the steward found the Muscadel wine so delicious, that he did not scruple to triple the est, and the bishop so coincided in his taster's opinion, that, from an inordinate devotion to it, he died in a few days. He bequeathed 10,000 crowns to the hospital there, on condition that on Whitsunday they should annually give, to all persons who might come for it, as much Muscadel wine and bread as they could eat and drink at a meal. There is a handsome monument, with a figure of the bishop, in his pontifical vestments, mitre, crosier, &c. and on each side of his effigies there are two escutcheons-and as many drinking glasses! ON A YOUNG STUDENT IN OXFORD. SHORT was thy life, Yet livest thou ever; |