In Nettlebed Churchyard, Oxon :

Here lies father and mother, and sister and I;
We all died within the short space of one year.
They be all buried at Wimble but I,
And I be buried here.

In Sherborne Churchyard :—

If Heaven be pleased when sinners cease to sin,
If Hell be pleased when souls are damn'd therein,
If Earth be pleased when it's rid of a knave,
Then all are pleased-for Coleman's in his grave.

In Llanfoideug Churchyard, Wales :—

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Erected

In the year of 1733,

By all the people of Llanfoideug,
after careful consideration,

To Evan Jones, a dresser of stones,

And a builder of stone walls;

He liv'd in strife nearly all his life,

And oh, such groans and bawls !
To the great terror

In frosty weather, of all

As to whither

It was likely ever to thaw.`
But Evan Jones was taken here,
And put below this stone;
And never to our knowledge yet
Has he uttered another groan.

In a Churchyard in Westmoreland :—

I laid my wife below this stone
For my repose, and not her own.

On a stone by the side of Loch Earn, Perthshire :

Near this spot were interred the bodies of 7 McDonalds of Glencoe, who were killed when attempting to harry Ardvorlich. Anno Domini 1620.

In Montrose Churchyard :

The handicraft that lieth here

For on the dead truth should appear-
Part of his bier his own hands made,
And in the same his body's laid.

In the Church of St. John the Baptist, Gloucester (1620) :—
Here under buried John Semys lieth,

Which had two wives, the first Elizabeth ;
And by her six sons, and daughters five;
Then after by Agnes, his second wife,
Eight sons, seven daughters-good, plenty,
The full number in all of six-and-twenty.

Who was born at Stepney in the year 1713,
she served for many years

As a private soldier in the 5th Regt. of Foot
In different parts of Europe;

And in the year 1745, fought under the
command of the Duke of Cumberland
at the battle of Fontenoy,

Where she received a bayonet wound in her arm.
Her long life, which commenced in the
reign of Queen Ann, extended to George IV.,
by whose munificence she received
comfort and support in her latter years.
She died at Brighton where she had long resided,
December 12th, 1821.
Aged 108 years.

In the Cemetery of Ringold, in Georgia, U.S. :

Sacred to the memory of Tennessee Thomson, jun. He lived to enliven the happiness of his parents three years, two months, and twenty-three days, when death tore him from the mountain's brow. An angel caught and bore him o'er the sea, and placed him in God's White House, to live and play through all eternity.

In Burford Churchyard, Shropshire:

For as you are, so once was I,
And as I am so shall you be ;

Although that ye be fair and young,

Wise, wealthy, hardy, stout, and strong.

On Dr. William Cole, Dean of Lincoln, in the Cathedral :—
And when the latter trump of Heaven shall blow,
Cole, now raked up in ashes, thou shalt glow.

On Kitchynge, one time Bishop of St. Asaph, in the Churchyard :-
If Kitchynge was his name, as I have found,

Then Death now keeps his Kitchynge underground;
And hungry worms, that late of flesh did eat,
Their Kitchynge now devour instead of meat.

In Areley Kings Churchyard, near Stourport :

Here lieth the body of William Walsh, gentleman, who died the third day of November, 1702, aged eighty-six, son of Michael Walsh, of Great Shelsley, who left him a fine estate in Shelsley, Hartlebury, and Areley; who was ruinated in his estate by three Quakers, two Lawyers, and a Fanatic to help them.

In Ellingham Churchyard, on a man named More :-
More had I once, More would I have,

More is not to be had;

The first I lost, the next is vaine,

The third is too, too bad.
If I had used with more regard
The More that I did give,

I might have made More use and fruit
Of More while he did live.

But time will be recalled no More,
More since are gone in briefe,
Too late repentance yeelds no More,
Save only paine and griefe.
My comfort is that God hath More,
Such Mores to send at will,
In hope whereof I sigh no More,
But rest upon Him still.

In Newcastle-on-Tyne Churchyard :-
Here lyeth buried under this stone
Of John Bennet both body and bone,
Late of these parts, Master of the Ordinance,
Which deceased, by God's providence,

The 8th Day of this Month of July,
In perfect Faith, Love, and Charity;

A thousand 5 hundred 60 & eight,

Whose soul Heaven be trusted went streight
Thro' God's Great Mercy, Bloodshed and Death,
Which only he trusted to during his breath.

So trust we his wife and children that caused this,
And Captain Carel a Friend of his.

On John Howie, Gr. of Lochgoin, who died April 9th, 1734, aged 34; and John Howie, the Author of "The Scots' Worthies," who died January 5th, 1793, aged 57 :

In silent throng and earth's cold womb

Here in repose we ly,

But mind this state, ere here you come
All you who do pass by.

In Roseneath Churchyard :

Let us all remember death,

For life can little more supply,

Than just to look about us, and to die.

She is not dead; she lives where she did love,
Her memory on earth, her soul above.

My glass is run, and thine is running,
Remember death, for judgment's coming.

In Skelton Churchyard :

Tho' Boreas' blast and Neptune's waves

Have tossed us through and fro,
In spite of both, by God's decree,

We anchor here below.

Tho' here we safe in harbour lie,

With many of our fleet,

We shall one day set sail again,
Our Admiral, Christ, to meet.

In Ballochdoran Churchyard, Sutherland :-
Donald McMarrough here lies low,
Ill to his friend, waur to his foe,

True to his master in weird and woe.

Here lies the corpse of Peter Gemmel, who was shot to death by Nisbet and his party, 1685, for bearing his faithful testimony to the cause of Christ; aged 21 years.

This man, like holy Anchorites of old,

For Conscience sake was thrust from house and hold;
Bloodthirsty redcoats cut his prayers short,

And even his dying groans were made their sport.

Ah Scotland! breach of solemn vows repent,

Or blood, thy crime, will be thy punishment.