In Hingham Churchyard (U.S.) :—

OUR MOTHER

FELL ASLEEP,

November 12, 1840,
Æ. 41.

WHEN WILL MORNING COME?

In Madron Chu chyard, Cornwall :—

Belgé me birth,

Britain my breeding gave,
Penzance a wife, ten children,

And-a

-a grave.

In Haworth Cl urchyard :

Here lie the five wives of William Sunderland.
Also William Sunderland.

1790.

At Newby Head, parish of Morland, known as the "Quakers'

Sepulchre " :

Here lies my love, my only dear,

Eight feet straightforward just from here.

In a Churchyard near Manchester :

Here lies John Hill,

A man of skill,

His age was five times ten;

He never did good,

Nor ever would,

Had he lived as long again.

In the Howff of Dundee Churchyard:

1850

In memory of James

And another son
And five other friends
Who died in infancy.
Erected by
James Stewart
Spirit merchant, Dundee

And his spouse

And three other children.

On Joe Blacket, poet and Shoemaker, in Leaham Churchyard, near

Sunderland :

Stranger behold, interred together,

The souls of learning and of leather.
Poor Joe is gone, but left his all-
You'll find his relics in a stall.
His works were neat, and often found
Well stitched, and with morocco bound.
Tread lightly where the bard is laid,
He cannot mend the shoe he made;
Yet he is happy in his hole,
With verse immortal as his sole.

But still to business he held fast,

And stuck to Phoebus to the last.

Then who shall say so good a fellow

Was only leather and prunella?

For character, he did not lack it,

And if he did, 'twere shame to black it.

From Burial Grounds in the north-east of Scotland:

Erected to perpetuate the memory of James Chalmers, musician to

the noble family of Strathmore, who dyed March 3, 1770:-

When minstrels from each place around

To meetings did repair;

This man was still distinguished

By a refined air.

His powerful and his charming notes

So sweetly did constrain,

That to resist, and not to dance,

Was labour all in vain.

He played with such dexterity,

By all it is confest,

That in this grave interred is

Of Violists the best.

A plain slab, broken in two, bears this epitaph :

Here lyes Peter Milner, a sober man,
Who neither used to curse nor ban;

Elizabeth Smith, she was his wife,
He had no other all his life.
He died in July 1784,

Aged 74, or little more,
And she in July 1779,

Years 55 was her lifetime.

With Robert and Jean, their children dear,

Elizabeth Milner, and Jannet Fraser,

Their grand-children,

In Rumlie they lived just neir by,

And in this place their dust doth ly.

Under this stone are interred the bodies of Duncan Shaw, D.D., and his wife, Jean Gordon.

Dr. Shaw was born in the year 1727, was settled minister of Rafford in 1753, and translated to Aberdeen in 1783, ob. an. 1794.

He was a man of mild and conciliating manners and of a most benevolent heart. Diligent in the discharge of his pastoral functions, he no less carefully employed himself in the study of the Scriptures, which are the sacred fountain of truth.

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In a Churchyard in Surrey, on the Rev. John Altropp, who was clergyman of the parish for 71 years :—

Come, let all the parish rejoice at his fall,
For had he lived longer, he'd buried us all.

In Greyfriars' Church, Edinburgh, date 1649 :—
Stay, passenger, and shed a tear,

For good James Murray lieth here;
He was of Philiphaugh descended,
And for his merchandise commended;
He was a man of a good life,
Married Bethia Maule to's wife;

He may thank God that e'er he gat her;
She bore him three sons and a daughter;
The first he was a man of might,

For which the king made him a knight;
The second was both wise and wily,
For which the town made him a bailie ;
The third, a factor of renown,

Both in Campvere and in this town.
His daughter was both grave and wise,
And married was to James Elies.

The late Rev. H. W. Mackay Gordon, M.A. :—
Gone to his rest at the noon-time of life,
His spirit has fled with startling mystery
In peaceful flight, at dawn of life's history,
A sudden release from duty and strife.
His was no cold heart, not idle his zeal ;
Divinely human, his whole nature glowed
With love for all that's mortal, his soul flowed
With ardent passion for their future weal;
Preaching for Christ his honest earnest boast;
And from the depths of an unselfish heart
He framed a life-stream out with simple art-
Ah! little knew his hearers at what cost.
Life-power given out, no wonder, "sleepless night,"
His soul took wing in calm tho' rapid flight.
EMERALD ISLE.

June, 1873.

In Stoke Newington Old Parish Churchyard :—
If to his share some trifling errors fall,

Look at yourself, and you will forget them all.

Not life or wealth, nor friends, nor parts,
Can rescue from death's killing darts.
Then mind thy doom in passing by,
Be wise in time-prepare to die.

On John Rosewell, A. D. 1687 :—

This grave's a bed of roses-here doth lie
John Roswell, gent.—his wife nine children by.

In Wilton Church, Wiltshire :

Lie still, sweet maid, and wait th' Almighty's will,
Then rise unchanged, and be an angel still.

In Beith Churchyard, Ayrshire :

Here lies a piece o' weel-worn clay,

They ca'd it Tammie Miller;

He was industrious a' his days,

But ne'er made muckle siller.

In the cemetery at Lery (France) :—

Here lies Jean Baptiste Fumières, formerly municipal councillor of the commune. He was loved and respected by all who knew him. His inconsolable widow (in concert with her new husband) has erected this monument to his memory.

Here lies the body of William Stuart, of Patrington; buried 18th May, 1685, aged 97 years.

He had children by his first wife, 28; by his second, 17; own father to 45, grandfather to 86, great grandfather to 97, great great grandfather to 23; in all 251.

In a Village Churchyard in Scotland :

Here lies John Robertson and his wife Janet,
"And their warfare is accomplished."