CHESTER; Captains, A. W. WHYN, F. EVANS, J. CONOLLY; Lieutenants, P. RADCLIFFE, SIR W. YOUNG, Bart., J. ANSTRUTHER, and J. BUTLER, all killed on the field; also, Lieut. APPLETHWAITE, mortally wounded, who died 22nd September, 1854. This stone is erected to their Memory."

(On the other side.)

"The regiment also lost Serjeant J. H. JONES; Colour-Serjeants, R. HITCHCOCK, J. F. EDWARDS; 1 drummer, and 40 privates, killed on the field."

SOLDIERS AND SAILORS.

In the churchyard at Yarmouth :

"To the memory of ISAAC SMITH, who died March 24th, 1808, and SAMUEL BODGER, who died April 2nd, 1808, both of the Cambridgeshire Militia.

The tyrant death did early us arrest,

And all the magazines of life possest:

No more the blood its circling course did run,

But in the veins like icicles it hung;

No more the hearts, now void of quickening heat, The tuneful march of vital motion beat;

Stiffness did into every sinew climb,

And a short death crept cold through every limb."

In St. James's churchyard, Bury St. Edmund's :— "WILLIAM MIDDLEDITCH,

late Sergeant-Major of the Grenadier Guards,
died Nov. 13, 1834, aged 53 years.

A husband, father, comrade, friend sincere,
A British soldier brave lies buried here.
In Spain, and Flushing, and at Waterloo,
He fought to guard our country from the foe.
His comrades, Britons, who survive him, say,
He acted nobly on that glorious day."

Highland epitaph:

"Here lies ALEXANDER M'PHERSON,
He was a most superior person:
He was six feet two, without a shoe,
And was slew at Waterloo."

In the Cathedral churchyard of Winchester, to the memory of THOMAS FLETCHER:

"Here sleeps in peace a Hampshire grenadier,

Who caught his death by drinking cold small beer. Soldiers! take heed from his untimely fall,

And when you're hot, drink strong, or none at all.”

The above memorial being decayed, was restored by the officers of the garrison, A.D. 1781.-A stone with the following inscription was placed by the North Hants Militia, 1802, in consequence of the original stone being destroyed :

"An honest soldier never is forgot,

Whether he die by musket or by pot."

In the churchyard of Bremhill, Wiltshire, on an old soldier, aged 92 (by the Rev. W. L. Bowles, the Poet):

"A poor old soldier shall not lie unknown

Without a verse, and this recording stone.

'Twas his, in youth, o'er distant lands to stray,
Danger and death companions of his way.
Here, in his native village, stealing age
Clos'd the lone evening of his pilgrimage.
Speak of the past-of names of high renown,
Or brave commanders long to dust gone down!
His look with instant animation glow'd,
Tho' ninety winters on his head had snow'd.
His country, while he liv'd, a boon supplied,

And faith her shield held o'er him when he died.

Think, Christian, that his spirit lives with God,
And pluck the wild weeds from the lowly sod,
Where, dust to dust, beneath the chancel shade,
Till the last trump, a brave man's bones are laid."

At Woodbridge, Suffolk, on

"JOSEPH SPALDING, Master and Mariner, who departed this life, Sept. 2, 1796, aged 55. Embark'd in Life's Tempestuous Sea, we steer Amidst threatening Billows-Rocks and Shoals, But Christ by faith dispels each wavering fear, And safe secures the Anchor of our Souls."

"Here goes honest BEN to the sharks soon a prey,
Who liv'd like a sailor, good-natured and gay,
His rigging well fitted, his sides close and tight,
His bread-room well stow'd, and his mainmast aright.
Davy Jones, like a pirate built solely for plunder,
Thus hail'd the poor lad, in a voice harsh as thunder,
'Drop your peak, my tight fellow, your foresail throw
For already too long you've remaind on that tack.' [back,
Ben heard the dread call, and without more ado,
His sail flatten'd in, and his bark she broach'd to."

In the churchyard of Saint Mary Key, Ipswich :— "JOHN WRIGHT, Master Mariner of this Port, who died June 24, 1843, aged 50.

Tho' Boreas' blasts and Neptune's waves,
Have toss'd me to and fro,

Yet I at last by God's decree

Am harbour'd here below.

While here I at an anchor ride,
With many of our fleet,

Yet once again I shall set sail,

Our Admiral Christ to meet."

Near Bristol :

"I went and listed in the Tenth Hussars,

And galloped with them to the bloody wars.

'Die for your sovereign-for your country die!'

To earn such glory feeling rather shy,

Snug I slipp'd home, but death soon sent me off, After a struggle, with the hooping-cough."

In Sculcoate churchyard, near Hull :—
"Here lieth the body of PETER
WILSON, master and mariner, who
Sail'd round ye World with

Lord Anson."

There is an epitaph in an Ipswich churchyard, to the memory of a drummer. It was placed there by the non-commissioned officers and privates, as a tribute of respect to the tambour's merits and abilities. The epitaph runs :

"For kettling, fifing, and drumming, he had no equal. What Briton e'er heard his drum, whose heart did not beat high for his country's glory? But here he lies.

When the last trump shall sound to heaven away, May he arise and beat a reveillée."

In the same cemetery is another monumental inscrip

tion to the memory of a bold dragoon, who is termed

a worthy man," and then comes the verse :

"Reader, in time prepare to follow me,

As my route was, so thine will surely be,

The mandate of my God I did obey,

Kings and Dragoons when call'd must march away."