In Anstruther Churchyard: Oh Earth! oh Earth! if thou hast but A rabbit-hole to spair, Oh grant the graff to Tammy's corp, That it may nestle thair: And press thou light on him, now dead, For, weel I wat, when he was quick, On a Bell-ringer in Suffolk, Churchyard :— In ringing ever from my youth I always took delight. My bell is rung and I am gone, To join a choir of heavenly singing, Which far excels the harmony of ringing. In Kirk Braddon Churchyard, Isle of Man. Here lies interred the Rev. P. Moore, forty years chaplain and schoolmaster in this parish; ob. 1783, æ. 77. For ever may that man be blest Till fire consume this earthly ball, In Dinton Churchyard, Wilts : Here lyes dear John, his parents' love and joy, And here his death by shameful malice came, In Churchyard, Isle of Thanet: Stop, hasty traveller, your rapid pace, And learn you're hast'ning to this dreary place In St. Michael's Churchyard, Dumfries : Here lyes William Welsh, Pentland Martyr for his adhering to the Word of God; and appearing for Christ's Kingly Government in His House, and the Covenanted work of Reformation, against Perjurie and Prelacie. Execute, Jan. 2, 1666 (7)—Rev. xii. II. Stay, Passenger, Read, Here interred Doth ly Whose Head once Fixed upon The Bridge-Post, Stood For his Guiltles Blood. On the tomb of Charles Lamb, at Edmonton Churchyard, Middle sex: To the memory of Charles Lamb, died 27th December1834, aged 59. No more shall gladden our domestic hearth; Better than words, no more assuage our woe; That hand outstretched, from small but well-earned store, Yield succour to the destitute no more. Yet art thou not all lost; through many an age, In Broughton Churchyard, Peeblesshire: 1768. Man's life is ever on the wing, And death is ever nigh. The moment when our lives begin Reader, awake, for death prepare, Thou'lt be dust and lie. One thing demands thy special care; 1840. This lovely bud, so young and fair, Just come to show how sweet a flower In Paradise should bloom. In Wiltshire Churchyard: Beneath this steane lyes our deare childe, who's gone from We, Where, us do hope, that we shall go to He, But Him can ne'er come back again to We. Here lies the dust of John Fergushill and George Woodburn, who were shot at Midland by Nisbet and his party, 1685. When bloody prelates, once this nation's pest, Alex., s. of Wm. Benzie, farmer, Coldwells, d. 1834, a. 25 y. :-- His father's darling, and his mother's joy; In the Church of Cantley : Here lieth ye body of Robert Gilbert of Cantley in ye County of Norfolk, Gent., In wise Frugality, LUXURIANT, In Justice, and good acts, EXTRAVAGANT, How many fair Estates have been Erased, Tho' hundreds to ye ground he oft hath Chased, In Concord Churchyard, New Hampshire : God wills us free; man wills us slaves; Here lies the body of John Jack, a native of Africa, who died March 1773, aged about sixty years. Tho' born in a land of slaves, he was born free; tho' he lived in a land of liberty, he lived a Slave. Till by his honest though stolen labours he acquired the source of Slavery which gave him his freedom; tho' not long before Death, the grand tirant, gave him his final emancipation and set him on a footing with kings. Tho' a slave to vice, he practised those virtues without which kings are but slaves. In Bromley Churchyard : Blow, Borrious, Blow, Let Neptun Billows Rore, Heare lies a saylor, landid safe on shore. Thou Neptune waves have torst Him too and fro Heare He lies Amist the fleat Waiting orders admerral Christ to meat. In Hendon Churchyard : TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN PELTRO. LANDSCAPE ENGRAVER. Died August the 5, 1808; Aged 48. Wore GOD's pure image in his mind! In St. Michael's Churchyard, Workington : Swift was the flight and short the road In Dover Churchyard, New Hampshire (U.S): : Repository of Husband and Wife. Joseph Hartwell, inanimated Apr. 7. 1867, æt. 68. Betsy Hartwell, inanimated Dec. 7, 1862, æt. 68. The following embraces a period of forty-one years: In all of our relations in life toward each other there has been naught but one continuation of fidelity and loving kindness. We have never participated nor countenanced in others, secretly or otherwise, that which was calculated to subjugate the masses of the people to the dictation of the few. And now we will return to our Common Mother, with our individualities in life unimpaired, to pass through together the ordeal of life's chemical laboratory preparatory to recuperation. HER LAST EXCLAMATIONS : "How "If you should be taken away I could not survive you." happy we have lived together.' 'Oh, how you will miss me 'Think not, Mr. HARTWELL, I like you the less for being in the condition you are in. No, it only strengthens my affections. To those who have made professions of friendship, and have falsified them, PASS ON." |