In Walworth Churchyard : Here lies the wife of Roger Martin, She was a good wife to Roger, that's sartain. In the Parish Churchyard of Thurlton, Norfolk.- body of Ann Deney one of the yeare of our Lord 1665. Reader, stay and you shall heare Th' voice is seene, not heard to speake. In Chicheley Churchyard, to the memory of John Chester, who died aged three years, on March 13, 1640-1 :— Grieved at the world and crimes, this early blome In Burlington Churchyard, Iowa: Beneath this stone our baby lays, He neither cries nor hollers; On Richard Groombridge, in Horsham Churchyard :— : In Newington Churchyard : He was. Dear is that spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strains their spirits pour. Oh! do not then in anguish weep, They are not dead but gone before. In Hanslope Churchyard, near Wolverton : Strong and athletic was my frame And manly fought with Simon Byrne, Reader, take warning by my fate, In Bury St. Edmund's Churchyard :— Fond youth, beware betimes, death skulks behind thee; In Mathern Churchyard, Monmouthshire :— John Lee is dead, that good old man, You ne'er will see him more; He used to wear an old brown coat, All button'd down before. In Tunbridge Wells Churchyard, the inscription upon a lady runs :Died of a dropsy at Tunbridge Wells, which she laboured under two years with the greatest fortitude. In St. Paul's Churchyard, London : Here lies the corpse of William Prynne, A bencher late of Lincoln's Inn, Who rudely thrust through thick and thin; A shameless, graceless, gospel-spiller, In Hereford Churchyard : WOMAN. Grieve not for me, my husband dear, MAN. I am not grieved, my dearest life; In a Churchyard in the neighbourhood of Fort-George Station, on the Highland Railway Line : Sacred to the memory of a character, John Cameron, alias Johnny Laddie, a native of Campbeltown, Arderseir, who died here on the 26th August, 1868, aged 65. This stone is erected to his memory by public subscription. Sixty winters on the street, No shoes nor stockings on his feet, In Datchet Churchyard, Windsor : Here lies the body of John Bidwell, Who, when in life, wished his neighbours no evil; When he hears the last trump, And triumph over Death and the Devil. In Cheltenham Churchyard : : Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, The wife of Hall Dickie, Taylor. At last he got a third and then I died. In Lichfield Churchyard : Good passenger, here lies one here In a New Jersey Churchyard :— Weep, stranger, for a father spill'd From a stage-coach, and thereby kill'd; His name was John Sykes, a maker of sassengers, On an antique sculptured shield in the front of the tower of St. Edmund's Church, Salisbury: THE LORD DID HIS PEOPLE FROM THE 1653. PRAISE HIM, O YEE CHILDREN. In Insch Churchyard, North of Scotland : Francis and Peter Wiseley, d. 17 Feb. 1843, a. II and 9 yrs. respectively : In one house they were nursed and fed, Beneath one mother's eye; One fever laid them on one bed, On one bed both their spirits fled, And in one grave they lie. Alex., s. of Wm. Benzie, farmer, Coldwells, d. 1834, a. 25 y. His father's darling, and his mother's joy; Snatch'd him away, while in the bloom of years. In Bedlington Churchyard, Durham : Poems and epitaphs are but stuff: Here lies Robert Burrows, that's enough. In Romsey Abbey Church, on his parents, by Lord Palmerston :- 'Twere worse than useless to recount their praise; With aching bosoms and with bleeding hearts Nor dared to question the decrees of God, He deals His mercies when He calls the Just. On a lady whose name was Stone, in Melton Mowbray Churchyard, Leicestershire: Curious enough, we all must say, That what was Stone should now be clay; In St. John's Churchyard, Margate: Have you not seen, beneath a darkened sky, To make your minds your chiefest care: For death will close the brightest eye, But truth and virtue never die. In Doncaster Churchyard : Here lies 2 brothers by misfortun serounded, One dy'd of his wounds, and the other was drownded |