and the disagreeable truths which he brought to light had very nearly cost him his life. Pope Urban VIII. hearing of this epitaph, and being informed by the Bishop of Montefiascone, his Nuncio at Venice, that the people looked upon Father Paul as a saint, and that they were continually bringing waxen tapers to his tomb, and offering up small votive tables to his memory, ordered him to acquaint the senate, in express terms, that he would excommunicate all persons guilty of such superstitions, especially as Father Paul himself had formerly been excommunicated for not appearing in person before the tribunal of the inquisition at Rome. The senate, fearing that the court of Rome might by money find means to carry off the bones of this great man, and treat them with ignominy, thought proper to have a conference with some of the heads of the Servites* upon that subject. The result of the conference was, that his bones should be dug up and buried in some private place of the convent, unknown to the people; and, to take away all subject of debate or jealousy from the court of Rome, that this beautiful epitaph (written by the noble John Antony, of Venice), should be erased, since which time it is become very scarce.

IN A CHURCH-YARD IN ESSEX.

Lord, thy grace is free!

Then why not for me?

Upon which, one of the creditors of the deceased wrote underneath

And the Lord answered and said-
"Because thy debts are not paid."

* A religious order of the Church of Rome, founded about the year 1233, by seven Florentine merchants, who, with the approbation of the Bishop of Florence, renounced the world, and lived together in a religious community on Mount Senar, two leagues from that city. It is pretended, that when they first appeared in the black habit given them by the bishop, the very children at the breast cried out, "See the servants of the virgin!" and that this miracle determined them to take no other name than Servites, or Servants of the Virgin. There are also nuns of this order, who have several monasteries in Germany, Italy, and Flanders.

AT FARINGDON, BERKSHIRE.

Virtuti et Honori sacrum. Henrico Untono Eq. Auratio Edoardi Untoni Eq. Aur. Filio, ex Anna Comitissâ Warwici, filiâ Edoardi de Sancto Mauro Ducis Somersetti et Angliæ Protectoris, qui optimarum artium studiis à primâ ætate in Academiâ Oxon. institutus, magnam orbis Christiani partem perlustravit, ob virtutem bellicam in Zutphaniæ obsidione, dignitate equestri donatus, propter singularem prudentiam, spectatam fidem, et multiplicem rerum usum iterum Legatus a sereniss. Angliæ Reginâ ad Christianiss. Regem missus in Galliam, è quâ ad cælestem patriam migravit, 23 Mart. ann 1596.

ON SUETT, THE COMEDIAN.
Here lies, to mix with kindred earth,
A child of wit, of glee, of mirth.

Hush'd are those powers which gave delight,
And made us laugh in reason's spight:

Thy "gibes and jests shall now no more
Set all the rabble in a roar."

Sons of mirth and humour come,

And drop a tear on Suett's tomb;
Nor

ye alone, but all who view it,

Weep, and exclaim "Alas! poor Suett!"

IN MEMORY OF SARAH PALMER,

Who departed this life, March 16, 1782, in the 91st year of her age; leaving children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and treble grandchildren, 166.

By his kind help who sits on Heaven's throne,

I reach'd the reverend age of ninety-one.

At eighty-seven I had a broken shin

At eighty-nine I halved my dose of gin;
And, being come to ripe maturity,
Plac'd all my thoughts upon futurity,
Thinking I heard a blessed angel say—
Cheery, old soul! pack up, and come away.

IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

BY MR. PRATT.

To the Memory of David Garrick; who died in the year 1779, at the age of sixty-three.

To paint fair Nature, by divine command,
Her magic pencil in his glowing hand,

A Shakspeare rose; then, to expand his fame
Wide o'er the "breathing world," a Garrick came.
Though sunk in death, the forms the poet drew,
The actor's genius bade them breathe anew;
Though, like the bard himself, in night they lay,
Immortal Garrick call'd them back to day;
And, till eternity, with power sublime,
Shall mark the mortal hour of hoary time,
Shakspeare and Garrick, like twin stars, shall shine,
And earth eradiate with a beam divine.

This monument, the tribute of a friend, was erected 1797.

ON GENERAL WOLFE.

On the death of General Wolfe, a premium was offered for the best-written epitaph on that brave officer. A number of poets of all descriptions started as candidates, and, among the rest, was a poem sent to the editor of the Public Ledger, of which the following is one of the stanzas :-

He march'd without dread or fears,

At the head of his bold grenadiers;

And what was more remarkable-nay, very particular, He climb'd up rocks that were quite perpendicular.

* The late Albany Wallis, Esq.-That this monument is a memento of grateful recollection, as well as of private friendship, appears by the following observations, which we quote from the Gentleman's Magazine, vol. 67.-" When Mr. Wallis, many years ago, lost a son, who was unfortunately drowned, Mr. Garrick, without previously informing the afflicted parent, erected a monument to the memory of the beloved child, a circumstance which endeared Mr. Garrick to Mr. Wallis, who has here handsomely, we may say magnificently, expressed his sense of that interesting circumstance, and of his long friendship.

ON WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

1. On a flat stone placed over the grave of Shakspeare, in the Church of the Holy Trinity, at Stratford-on-Avon, the place of his nativity. Good Friend, For Jesvs Sake Forbeare To Digg The Dust Enclosed Heare; Blest Be Ye Man Yt. Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He Yt. Moves My Bones.

2. In the same church, under his monumental bust, are the following inscriptions:

Jvdicio Pylivm, Genio Socratem, Arte Maronem, Terra Tegit, Popvlvs Mæret, Olympvs Habet.

Stay Passenger, Why Goest Thov by Bo Fast?

Read, If Thov Canst, Whom Enviovs Death Hath Plast;
Within This Monvment, Shakspeare, With Whome
Quick Natvre Dide; Whose Name Doth Deck Ys. Tombe
Far More Than Cost; Sieth All Yt. He Hath Writt,
Leaves Living Art, Bvt Page To Serve His Witt.

Obiit Ano. Doi. 1616. Ætatis 53. Die 23 Ap.

3. On Shakspeare's Monument, in Westminster Abbey. The figure of the poet is sculptured in white marble, the right arm leaning on books placed upon a pedestal. On the upper part of the monument is the following inscription :

GVIELMO SHAKSPEARE,

ANNO POST MORTEM CXXIV.
AMOR PVBLICVS POSVIT.

At the angles of the pedestal are placed the three busts of Queen Elizabeth, Richard II., and Henry V. The pedestal is further ornamented with a dagger, mask, and wreath, and bears a scroll charged with the following words, to which the finger of the statue directs the spectator's attention:

"The Cloud-capt Tow'rs,

The gorgeous Palaces,
The Solemn Temples,
The great Globe itself,-
Yea, all which it inherit,

Shall dissolve,

And, like the baseless fabric of a vision,
Leave not a wreck behind!

ON MR. QUIN, THE ACTOR, IN THE ABBEY CHURCH, BATH.

BY DAVID GARRICK.

That tongue which set the table in a roar,

And charm'd the public ear, is heard no more.
Clos'd are those eyes, the harbingers of wit,

Which spake, before the tongue, what Shakspeare writ;
Cold is that hand which, living, was stretch'd forth,
At friendship's call, to succour modest worth.
Here lies James Quin :-deign, reader, to be taught,
Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought,
In Nature's happiest mould however cast,

"To this complexion thou must come at last.”
Ob. MDCCLXVI.

Etatis LXXIII.

ON AN INFANT.

Sweet babe, no blasts of this world's woe
Did'st thou e'er feel, or even know;
No sooner had'st thou taken root,
And thy young buds began to shoot,
Than Death's severe and sudden doom
Snatch'd thee from trouble to the tomb:
Thus shalt thine infant ashes rest,

Till dawn of that bright day, more bless'd,
Shall bid thee from the grave arise,

To share the glories of the skies.

ON A SCOLDING WIFE, WHO DIED IN HER
SLEEP.

Here lies the quintessence of noise and strife,
Or, in one word, here lies a scolding wife;

Had not death took her when her mouth was shut,
He durst not for his ears have touch'd the slut.