"Sweet Babe Fair Well to Fold you in his Breast." In the old churchyard of Belturbet, Ireland : "Here lies JOHN HIGLEY, whose father and mother were drowned on their passage from America. Had they both lived, they would have been buried here." In Tottenham churchyard, to the memory of Mrs. DEBORAH WHITE, who died on the 25th July, 1805, at the age of 40. "Sorrow and pain is worn me quite ! And you On General TULLY : "Here lies General TULLY, Aged one hundred and five years fully And also the others, when they die." On a beautiful stone, in a village churchyard, near Eye, in Suffolk : In His 91st year. I will lay me down in piece and sleep: &c." In St. Philip's churchyard, Birmingham :"O cruel Death! how could you be so unkind, To take him before-and leave me behind. You should have taken both of us, if either Which would have been more pleasing to the survivor." "Here lieth the body of BETTY BOWDEN, t In Monkwearmouth churchyard, Durham :"In memory of SARAH WILLOCK wife of John Willock, Wo died August 15th 1825 aged 48 years. She was, But Reason For Bids me to Sa what, In Waddingham churchyard : "In love we liv'd, in peace did part, All tho' it cot us to the Heart, O dear—what thoughts whe two had To get for our 12 children Bread: Lord! send her health them to mentain :I hope to meet my love again." At Ilton, in Somersetshire : "If love and care could me prevent, I had not thus so early went." In Sculcoate's churchyard, Yorkshire :- In a churchyard, in Ireland, is this epitaph: "Here lie two children dear, One buried in England, the other here." At Chiswick : "J. L. H. born December 19. 1802. PARISH CLERKS AND SEXTONS. In Crayford churchyard, Kent : "Here lieth the body of PETER ISNEL (30 years clerk of this parish). He lived respected as a pious and a mirthful man, and died on his way to church, to assist at a wedding, on the 31st day of March, 1811, aged 70 years. The inhabitants of Crayford have raised this stone to his cheerful memory, and as a tribute to his long and faithful service. The life of this clerk was just three-score and ten, On a country sexton, in Wexham churchyard :— Could dig a grave, or set a stave, For sacred song, he'd Sternhold's tongue, With cough and hem, he stood by them Many a feast for worms he drest, But, lo! he's gone with skin and bone Here take his spade-and use his trade, In Bakewell churchyard, Derbyshire. Mr. Rowe filled the office of parish clerk, of Bakewell, and if the gravestone flatters not, "with great ability." It tells us in humble prose, that "the natural powers of his voice, in clearness, strength, and sweetness, were altogether unequalled," a commendation which is reiterated in verse on the stone of his son, in the same churchyard, and who succeeded him in the office of parish clerk. It is inscribed as follows: "To the memory of PHILIP ROE, Parish Clerk of Bakewell, who departed this life on the 12th September, 1815, The vocal powers here let us mark, Who now with hallelujah sound Like him can make the roofs rebound? The choir lament his choral tones, The town so soon here laid his bones. Sleep undisturbed within thy peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with such notes as thine." |