In Castleton Churchyard, Derbyshire :

If all mankind would live in mutual love,
This world would much resemble that above,
And the remains that lie interred here
A loving Husband was and Father dear;
No factions he did raise nor any riot,
He did his business, studied to be quiet,
So let him rest in undisturbed dust
Until the resurrection of the just.

In Leominster Churchyard :

Here, waiting for our Saviour's great assize,
And hoping through his merits there to rise
In glorious mode, in this dark closet lies
John Ward, Gent.,

Who died Oct. 30, 1773, aged 69.

In the Cemetery of Montmartre :

POOR CHARLES!

His innocent pleasure was to row on the water.

Alas!

He was the victim of this fatal desire

Which conducted him to the tomb.

Reader! consider that the water in which he was drowned is the amassed tears of his relatives and friends!

In Ellon Churchyard :

Here lies my wife in earthy mould,

Who, when she liv'd did nought but scold;
Peace, wake her not, for now she's still,
She had, but now I have my will.

On Thomas Woodcock, in Dunoon Churchyard :

Here lie the remains of Thomas Woodhen

The most amiable of husbands and excellent of men.

N.B. His real name was Woodcock, but it wouldn't come in rhyme. -His Widow.

In Burlington Churchyard, Massachusetts:

Sacred to the memory of Anthony Drake,
Who died for peace and quietness sake ;
His wife was constantly scolding and scoffin',

So he sought for repose in a twelve dollar coffin.

In Seven Oaks Churchyard, Kent, on a lady whose initials were E. S. T.:

E. S. T. sed non est!

In a Church in South Devon :

Here I lie at the chancel door;
Here I lie because I'm poor :
The further in the more to pay;
But here lie I as warm as they.

In the old burial-ground at Montrose, to William Fettes, a wright or carpenter, who died in 1809 :

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 is laid.

In a churchyard in the neighbourhood of Oxford, on a Doctor of Divinity :

He died of a quinsy,

And was buried at Binsy.

In St. Edmund's Church in Lombard Street, London :

Man, thee behoveth oft to have this in mind,
That thou giveth with thine hand, that shalt thou find,
For widows beth slothful, and children beth unkind,
Executors beth covetous, and keep all that they find.
If anybody ask where the dead's goods became,

They answer,

So God me help, and Halidam, he died a poor man.
Think on this.

The following are found in the Necropolis, Glasgow :

Here lyes Bessy Bell,

But whereabouts I canny tell.

Here lyes Robert Trollop,
That made these stones roll up;
When death took his soul up

His body filled this hole up.

Vicissim.

Approach and read, not with your hats on,
For here lies Bailie William Watson.

Here lies Tam Reid,

Who was chokit to deid
Wi' taking a feed

O' butter and breed

Wi' owre muckle speed,
When he had nae need,
But just for greed.

In a Pennsylvania Churchyard :

Eliza, sorrowing, rears this marble slab
To her dear John, who died of eating crab.

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In Horsleydown Churchyard, Cumberland :Here lies the bodies of Thomas Bond and Mary his wife. She was temperate, chaste, and charitable; but she was proud, peevish, and passionate. She was an affectionate wife and tender mother; but her husband and child, whom she loved, seldom saw her countenance without a disgusting frown, while she received visitors whom she despised with an endearing smile. Her behaviour was discreet towards strangers, but imprudent in her family. Abroad her conduct was influenced by good breeding, but at home by ill temper. And so the epitaph runs on to a considerable length, acknowledging the good qualities of the poor woman, but killing each by setting against it some peculiarly unamiable trait.

In Devon Churchyard :—

Charity, wife of Gideon Bligh,
Underneath this stone doth lie.
Nought was she e'er known to do
That her husband told her to.

In a Churchyard in Staffordshire :

This turf has drunk a widow's tear;
Three of her husbands slumber here.

On a brass plate in the Church of St. John the Baptist, Glastonbury:— Here lies the Bodies of Alexander Dyer, and Katherine, his wife, He Son and Heir of Thomas Dyer, late of Street, in Somerset, Gent., deceased. She the daughter of John Thornburgh, late of Spaddesdon, in Hampshire, Esq. He died the 7th of March, 1633; she the 26th of September, 1650.

But they shall rise; as grain in earth they lie,
Which cannot quicken, unless first it die;

Here having slept they shall awak't appeare

At the trumpet's sound, and come they blessed heare.

Here lies also what is mortall of Captaine John Dyer, who died the 24th of April, 1670:—

Whom neither sword nor gunn in warr
Could slay, in peace a cough did marr ;
'Gainst rebells hee, and lust and sinn,
Fought the good fight and life to winn.

Done by Alexander, his brother's weive's son.

In Egam Churchyard, North Derbyshire, on Mrs. Margaret Stuart:-
Beneath this stone now lies the body

Of Margaret Stuart of Dellafoddy,
Who when alive possessed much beauty,
But better far she did her duty.

She loved her parents, husband, neighbours,
Shared their sorrows, cheered their labours,

And to the poor you could not find,

On all Don Side, a wife more kind.

In Duffus Churchyard, Morayshire :

Reader, would you wish to hear
Who took me and placed me here?
Well, as you seem to be at leisure,
I was placed here by Sandy Fraser.

'Tis here John Fraser's ashes ly,
As soon as born he began to die.
22d May 1840.

Margaret Hutchison died

29th June 1846, aged 35 years. Within this close and narrow grave Lie all the virtues wife could have.

In Cavers Churchyard, Roxburghshire :

Here lies the body of James Leydon,
In this churchyard, beneath this stone,
And Margaret Scott, his spouse, alone,
Lyeth also here beneath this stone,
And their posterity that's gone
Lies also here beneath this stone;
William, Adam Leydon, and John
Ly also here beneath this stone.

In Earlside they lived some years agone,
Now here they ly beneath this stone.
But this I will keep on record,
They were all such as fear'd the Lord,
For the deceased James Leydon

On his death-bed he this made known,
That here no more he must remain,

But to the dust return again,

And that his soul, at God's decree,

For ever should a dweller be

In that most holy place above

Where nothing is but peace and love.
He was but fifty years of age

When he removed from this stage}

The year Sixteen Hundred and Fighty-eight,
The Twelfth of March was his last night.