Beaconsfield Church Yard, Buckinghamshire.

(A translation.)

EDMUND WALLER,

To whom this marble is sacred,

Was a native of Coleshill, and a student at Cambridge, His father was Robert; his mother of the Hampden

family,

He was born the 30th of March, 1605.

His first wife was Anne, only daughter and heiress of Edward Banks.

Twice made a father by his first wife, and thirteen times by his second,

Whom he survived eight years, he died the 21st of October, 1687.

Waller was the nephew of the great Hampden, and probably by his influence was returned member for Amersham before he was eighteen. In the early part of his political career he took a violent part against the king, so that he was chosen manager of the impeachment against judge Crawley, whose decision on the question of ship-money had been in favor of the king. Yet notwithstanding this two years after it was discovered that he had engaged in a conspiracy, the object of which was to "seize the Tower, and admit the Monarch's forces into the city; to surprise the militia and dissolve the parliament." His abject and cowardly confessions saved his life; and he was fined £10,000, when he withdrew to France, where his extravagance reduced him to distress. He now obtained permission of Cromwell to return to England, on whose conduct he wrote a panegyrick; but at the period of the restoration, he employed "his imagination, his elegance, and his

melody, with equal alacrity for Charles II." "He that has flattery," says Dr. Johuson, " ready for all whom the vicissitudes of the world happen to exalt must be scorned as a prostituted mind, that may retain the glitter of wit but has lost the dignity of virtue." Towards the decline of life, he purchased a small estate at Coleshill, his natal spot, and said, he should be glad to die, like the stag, where he was roused. This, however, did not happen, for he drew his last breath at Beaconsfield.

In the South aisle of Beaconsfield Church,

Is a small and plain mural tablet of marble to record the memory of that great and resplendent genius Edmund Burke, who died at Butler's Court, in that parish.

Near this place

Lies interred

All that was mortal of the

Right honourable EDMUND BURKE,
Who died on the 9th of July, 1797,
Aged 68 years.

In the same grave are deposited

The remains of

His ony son, Richard Burke, esq.

Representative in parliament

For the borough of Malton,

Who died on the 2nd of August, 1794,
Aged 35.

Of his brother, Richard Burke, esq.
Barrister at law,

And recorder of the city of Bristol,
Who died on the 4th of February, 1794.

Westminster Abbey.

(A translation.)
Here lies,

In certain hope of a resurrection in Christ,
WILLIAM CAMDEN,

By queen Elizabeth created

Clarenceux, king at arms.

An indefatigable, judicious, and impartial
Researcher

Into the British antiquities.
In whom, variety of learning,
Vivacity of parts,

And the most candid simplicity,
Were united.

He died on the 9th of November, 1623,
In the 73rd year of his age *.

William Camden was born in London in the year 1551. He was appointed head master of Westminster school in 1593, and Clarenceux king at arms 1597--he was author of the celebrated work called Britannia, and died at Chislehurst in 1623. Camden was a man of singular modesty and integrity, profoundly learned in the history and antiquities of this kingdom, and a judicious and conscientious historian.

It is by a mistake on his monument 74.

Peterborough Cathedral.

Here lyeth the body of JANE PARKER,
The wife of Valentine Parker;

She departed this life September 19th, 1653.

Heare lyeth a midwife brought to bed,
Deliveresse delivered;

Her body being churched here,
Her soule gives thankes in yonder sphere.

Beckenham, Kent.

ON MRS. JANE CLERKE,

Wife of Dr. Clerke, Physician, at Epsom, Surrey, who died 27th April, 1757.

Lo! where this silent marble weeps,
A friend, a wife, a mother sleeps ;
A heart,, within whose sacred cell
The peaceful virtues lov'd to dwell;
Affection warm, and faith sincere,
And soft humanity were there;
In agony, in death resign'd,

She felt the wound she left behind:
Her infant image, here below

Sits smiling on a father's woe;

Whom what awaits, while yet he strays
Along the lonely vale of days?
A pang, to secret sorrow dear;
A sigh; an unavailing tear;
Till time shall ev'ry grief remove,

With life, with memory, and with love

ON DR. THOMAS SHERIDAN,

Died in the year 1738, in the 55th year of his age;

Beneath this marble stone here lies

Poor Tom, more merry much than wise;
Who only liv'd for two great ends,

To spend his cash and lose his friends ;
His darling wife, of him bereft,
Is only griev'd there's nothing left.

South Shields.

ON RORIN PEMBERTON.

Here lies Robin but not Robin Hood;
Here lies Robin that never did good;
Here lies Robin by heav'n forsaken;
Here lies Robin-the devil may take un.

On an Infant in Wisbech Church Yard.

Beneath a sleeping infant lies,

To earth her body's lent;

More glorious she'll hereafter rise,

Tho' not more innocent.

And when the archangel's trump shall blow,

And souls with bodies join,

Millions shall wish their life below

Had been as short as thine.