IN CHISWICK CHURCH-YARD.

ON WILLIAM HOGARTH, ESQ.

By Garrick.

FAREWELL, great painter of mankind!
Who reach'd the noblest point of art;
Whose pictur'd morals charm the mind,`
And through the eye correct the heart.
If Genius fire thee, Reader, stay-

If Nature touch thee, drop a tearIf neither move thee, turn away,

For Hogarth's honour'd dust lies here. He died the 26th October, 1764, Aged 67.

MONTGOMERYSHIRE.

IN LLANMYNECH CHURCH-YARD,

HERE lies John Thomas

And his three children dear;
Two buried at Oswestry,
And one here.

GUILSFIELD CHURCH-YARD, MONTGOMERYSHIRE.

DAVID WILLIAMS.

Died June 30, 1769.
UNDER this yew tree
Buried would he be,
Because his father he

Planted this yew tree.

The following very remarkable Epitaph is taken from a brass plate affixed to a stone in the CATHEDRAL OF ELY, between the Monuments of BISHOP HETON and BISHOP GUNNING.

YET a verie little, and he that will come shall come. The speritt and the bride say come.

Lett him that heareth say come.

And lett him that is a-thirst say come.
Even so come Lord Jesv.

Tyndall by birth.

VRSVLA Coxee by choice.

Vpcher in

age and for comfort.

ANNO ETATIS 77°.

N. B. This gentlewoman was the daughter of Doctor Humphrey Tyndall, first Dean of Ely, and was called Sappho from her wit and morals. She married at twenty, became a widow at forty two, and after having enjoyed her liberty thirty-five years, married again at seventy-seven, a lad of nineteen, " for comfort, being within two months of her end."

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CHASTLETON CHURCH-YARD, OXFORD.

ON MR. BECKET.

By the Lady to whom he was soon to have been married. COULD grateful love recal the fleeting breath, Or chaste affection sooth relentless death; Then had this stone ne'er claim'd a social tear, Nor read to thoughtless youth a lesson here.

ON ROBIN HOOD.

HEAR underneath dis laitl stean
laiz robert earl of huntingdon ;
nea arcir ver az hie sae geud,
an pipl kauld im Robin Heud:
sick utlawz as hi an is men
vil England niver si agen.

obiit 24 kal, dekembris 1247.

See Thoresby's Ducat Leod, p. 576. Biog. Brit.

VI.-3933.

The above is in black letter.

IN MODERN ENGLISH.

Here, underneath this little stone,
Lays Robert Earl of Huntingdon :
No archer was as he so good,
And people call'd him Robin Hood:
Such outlaws as he and his men
Will England never see again.

He died December 24th, 1247.

The famous hero of the above epitaph had his chief residence in Sherwood Forest, in Nottinghamshire, and the heads of whose story, as collected by Stow, are briefly these.

"In this time (about the 1190, in the reign of Richard the First) were many robbers, and outlaws, among the which Robin Hood and Little John, renowned thieves, continued in woods, despoyling and robbing the goods of the rich. They killed none but such as would invade them: or by resistance for their own defence.

"The said Robert entertained an hundred tall men, and good archers, with such spoiles and thefts

as he got, upon whom four hundred, (were they ever so strong) durst not give the onset. He suffered no woman to be oppressed, violated, or otherwise molested poore men's goods he spared, abundantlie relieving them with that which, by theft, he got from abbeys and the houses of rich earles: whom Major (the historian) blameth for his rapine and theft, but of all theeves he affirmeth him to be the prince, and the most gentle theefe." Annals, p. 159.

The personal courage of this celebrated outlaw, his skill in archery, his humanity, and especially his levelling principle of taking from the rich and giving to the poor, have, in all ages, rendered him the favourite of the common people; who, not content with celebrating his memory by innumerable songs and stories, have erected him into the dignity of an earl. Indeed, it is not impossible but our hero, to gain the more respect from his followers, or they to derive the more credit to their profession, may have given rise to such a report themselves for we find it recorded in an epitaph, which, if genuine, must have been inscribed on his tombstone near the nunnery of Kirklees, in Yorkshire; where (as the story goes) he was bled to death by a treacherous nun, to whom he applied for phlebotomy.

IN BARTON-STACEY CHURCH-YARD, HANTS.

ON MR. JOHN COLLINCE,

WHERE 'twas I liv'd or dy'd, it matters not;
To whom related, or by whom begot;
I was, but am not; ask no more of me;
Its all I am, and all that you must be.

The following Inscription is placed under a dial erected over the grave of EDWARD BOND, Esq. of Armagh, in Ireland, who ordered one hundred pounds to be given to the Poor, instead of a pompous funeral,

1744.

No marble pomp, no monumental praise;
My tomb this dial, epitaph these lays.
Pride and low mould'ring clay but ill agree;
Death levels me to beggars: kings to me.
Alive, instruction was my work each day;
Dead, I persist instruction to convey.
Here, Reader, mark (perhaps now in thy prime)
The stealing steps of never-standing time:
Thou'lt be what I am; catch the present hour;
Employ that well, for that's within thy power.

IN THE CATHEDRAL CHURCH-YARD, WINCHESTER. To the Memory of

THOMAS THETCHER,

A grenadier in the North Battalion of the Hamp shire Militia, who died of a fever, occasioned by drinking, when hot, a considerable quantity of small beer, the 12th of May, 1764. In grateful remembrance of whose universal good-will towards his comrades, this stone is placed here at their expence, as a small testimony of their regard and esteem.

HERE rests in peace, a Hampshire Grenadier, Who kill'd himself by drinking poor small beer; Soldiers, be warn'd by his untimely fall,

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