ON THE SAME. Pope having submitted the preceding epitaph to Lady Mary Montague, she handed him the following one as more appropriate : Here lies John Hughes and Sarah Drew- ON A MAN AND HIS WIFE. Stay, bachelor! if you have wit, Husband and wife, in one dark pit, Lie still, and never scold. Tread softly, though, for fear she wakes; "You've hurt my head, my shoulders aches, These sots can ne'er move steady." Ah, friend! with happy freedom bless'd, See how my wife's miscarried: Not death itself can give you rest, Unless you die unmarried. ON A CHARMING YOUNG LADY. On this marble drop a tear,- All mankind were pleas'd with her, ON ALGERNON SYDNEY. Algernon Sydney fills this tomb; And hind'ring those would tread 'em down, Crimes damn'd by church and government. Whither goes it, then? Why, where it ought to go; ON JOHN DENT, ESQ. AND HIS LADY. In this cold bed, here consummated are Whom envious death once parted,—but in vain, ON DAME REBECCA BERRY, AGED FIFTY-TWO, Come, ladies,-you that would appear She ne'er disturb'd her peaceful mind, ON CHARLES. EARL OF DORSET, IN THE Dorset, the grace of courts, the muse's pride, Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, IN POLTON CHURCH-YARD, LANCASHIRE. Thomas Okey, the son of God, was born in London, 1608; came to this town, 1629; married Mary, the daughter of James Crampton, of Brightwit, 1635, with whom he lived comfortably twenty years, and begot four sons and six daughters; since then he lived sole to the day of his death. In this time were great changes and terrible alterations: eighteen years' civil war in England, besides many dreadful sea-fights; the crown and command of England changed eight times; episcopacy laid aside fourteen years; London burnt by Papists, and more stately built again; Germany wasted 300 miles; 200,000 Protestants murdered by Papists; this town twice stormed, once taken and plundered. He went through many troubles and divers conditions; found rest, joy, and happiness, only in holiness, the faith, fear, and love of God and Jesus Christ; died the 29th April, and lieth here buried, 1684. Come, Lord Jesus! O, come quickly. ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF PEMBROKE. Underneath this marble hearse, Sidney's sister-Pembroke's mother.- Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw his dart at thee! ON LADY CRISP. Wit, beauty, honour, meekness, virtue, grace, M IN AN OBSCURE CHURCH-YARD, SCOTLAND, Here rests old Marmion hard is fate is, ON A COALHEAVER, AT BERMONDSEY. Cease to lament his change, ye just; He's only gone "from dust to dust." The above inscription, in a church-yard at Radstock, in Germany, long puzzled alike the learned and unlearned. By accident the meaning was discovered; and the solution is equally remarkable for its ingenuity and for the morality it inculcates: "O superbe quid superbis? tua superbia te superabit. Terra es, et in terram ibis. Mox eris quod ego nunc.”—“O vain man! why shouldest thou be proud? Thy pride will be thy ruin. Dust thou art, and to dust thou shalt return. Soon shalt thou be what I am now." IN DUNFERMLINE CHURCH-YARD. Here lyes Andw. Robertson, present Deacon, and Convenor of the Weavers in this Burgh, who died Nov. 1762. |