Bury St. Edmund's. MARY HASLETON During a violent storm of thunder and lightning, was struck dead by a fire-ball which fell in the house, and slightly hurt her mother. Here lies interred the body of A young maiden of this parish, Born of Roman Catholic parents, Was instantaneously killed by a flash of lightning, Not Siloam's ruinous tow'r the victims slew, Nor here the fated lightning wreak'd his rage, Learn, reader, hence, that wisdom to adore, Thou canst not scan; and fear his boundless pow'r. Safe shalt thou be, if thou perform'st his will; Blest if he spares, and more blest should he kill! ON JOHN ELWES, ESQ. Here, to man's honour, or to man's disgrace, In Elwes' form;-whose spirit, heart, and mind, Whose lips ne'er broke a truth, nor hands a trust, Q Learn from this proof, that, in life's tempting scene, Virtues in him and vices are allied: We all the mixtures of an Elwes share. And think-for life and pardon where to trust The father of John Elwes, Esq. was a brewer of great emi> nence in Southwark, the family name was Meggot,-his father died when he was only four years old. His mother, who he appears to have copied, though she was left near one hundred thousand pounds by her husband—she starved herself to death! It is curious to remark, how Mr. Elwes contrived to mingle small attempts at saving with objects of the most unbounded dissipation. After sitting up a whole night at play for thousands, with the most fashionable and profligate men of the time, amidst splendid rooms, gilt sofas, wax-lights, and waiters attendant on his call, he would walk out about four in the morning, not towards home, but into Smithfield! to meet his own cattle, which were coming to market from Thaydon Hall, a farm of his in Essex. There would this same man, forgetful of the scenes he had just left, stand in the cold or rain, bartering with a carcass-butcher for a shilling! sometimes when the cattle did not arrive at the hour he expected, he would walk on in the mire to meet them; and, more than once, has gone on foot the whole way to his farm without stopping, which was seventeen miles from London, after sitting up the whole night. Had every man been in the mind of Mr. Elwes, the race of innkeepers must have perished, and post-chaises have been returned back to those who made them; for it was the business of his life to avoid both. He always travelled on horseback. To see him setting out on a journey, was a matter truly curious: his first care was to put two or three eggs, boiled hard, into his great-coat pocket, or any scraps of bread which he found-baggage he never took--then, mounting one of his hunters, his next attention was to get out of London, into that road where turnpikes were the fewest. Then, stopping under any hedge where grass presented itself for his horse, and a little water for himself, he would sit down and refresh himself and his horse together here presenting a new species of bramin, worth five hundred thousand pounds. The chief residence of Mr. Elwes, at one period of his life, was in Berkshire, at his own seat at Marcham. Here it was he had two sons born who inherit the greater part of his property, by a will made about the year 1785. He failed not however, at this time, to pay very frequent visits to Sir Hervey, his uncle, and used to attend him in his daily amusement of partridgesetting. Mr. Elwes was then supposed to have some of the best setting dogs in the kingdom-Their breed and colour were peculiar they were of a black tan, and more resembled a hound than a setter. As a proof of their strength and speed, Mr. Elwes once told me, that one of them, in following him to London, hunted all the fields adjoining the road—a distance of sixty miles. On the death ofhis uncle, Mr. Elwes came to reside at Stoke, in Suffolk. Bad as was the mansion-house he found here, he left one still worse behind him at Marcham, of which the late colonel Timms, his nephew, used to mention the following proof. A few days after he went thither, a great quantity of rain fell in the night-he had not been long in bed before he felt himself wet through; and putting his hand out of the clothes, found the rain was dropping through the ceiling upon the bed-he got up, and moved the bed; but he had not lain long before he found the same inconvenience. Again he got up, and again the rain came down. At length, after pushing the bed quite round the room, he got into a corner where the ceiling was better secured, and he slept till morn ing. When he met his uncle at breakfast, he told him what had happened" Aye! aye!" said the old man, "I don't mind it myself; but to those who do, that's a nice corner in the rain!" For further particulars of this extraordinary man see his life by Edward Topham, Esq. ON LADY E. MANSELL, Niece to the Mother of Sir Hervey Elwes. Vive pius, moriere pius! cole sacra! colentem Though the whole life should pass without a stain, To Heav'n resign'd still death shall be thy doom, The Inscription. Beneath the covering of this little stone, With knowledge modest, and with wit sincere ; |