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... parish chapel of St. Marylebone ? In Stowe's Survey of London , ' ed . Strype , 1720 , vol . ii . , appendix i . , p . 137 , the inscription reads : - 6 " Hic jacet Claudius Champion de Crespigny è Gallia natali solo pro fide profugus ...
... parish chapel of St. Marylebone ? In Stowe's Survey of London , ' ed . Strype , 1720 , vol . ii . , appendix i . , p . 137 , the inscription reads : - 6 " Hic jacet Claudius Champion de Crespigny è Gallia natali solo pro fide profugus ...
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... Parish with ye King's Letter & Tounfair [ sic , but ? ] , 2 64 . 1719-20 . Paid Mr Young y Upholst for making the Squobbs in y Churchwarden's pew , 1 " 10 . 1737-8 . Paid To ye Bricklayer repairing y pear at y Church ] Yard gate , 1 10 ...
... Parish with ye King's Letter & Tounfair [ sic , but ? ] , 2 64 . 1719-20 . Paid Mr Young y Upholst for making the Squobbs in y Churchwarden's pew , 1 " 10 . 1737-8 . Paid To ye Bricklayer repairing y pear at y Church ] Yard gate , 1 10 ...
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... parish he may die in . Several writers , more or less contemporary , state that he " lived and died at Camden House , Maiden Lane , ' which would involve interment in St. John Zachary's . On the other hand , the length of time which was ...
... parish he may die in . Several writers , more or less contemporary , state that he " lived and died at Camden House , Maiden Lane , ' which would involve interment in St. John Zachary's . On the other hand , the length of time which was ...
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... parish now called St. Devereux , what parish is it ? JOHN B. WAINEWRIGHT . BELL INSCRIPTIONS AT SIRESA ( 10 S. vi . 465 ; vii . 55 , 436 ) .- I imagine that MR . PICKFORD will find an earlier source of the citation in Genesis xlix . 9 ...
... parish now called St. Devereux , what parish is it ? JOHN B. WAINEWRIGHT . BELL INSCRIPTIONS AT SIRESA ( 10 S. vi . 465 ; vii . 55 , 436 ) .- I imagine that MR . PICKFORD will find an earlier source of the citation in Genesis xlix . 9 ...
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... parish chest of West Haddon is an old Latin document purporting to be an administration of the estate of John Gulliver of West Haddon by Bartin Gutteridge , and words the consonant is doubled in later English . The 28 10 S. VIII . JULY ...
... parish chest of West Haddon is an old Latin document purporting to be an administration of the estate of John Gulliver of West Haddon by Bartin Gutteridge , and words the consonant is doubled in later English . The 28 10 S. VIII . JULY ...
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