Berkley Church Yard, Gloucestershire,

Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool,
Men call'd him Dicky Pearce;
His folly serv'd to make men laugh
When wit and mirth were scarce.
Poor Dick, alas! is dead and gone,
What signifies to cry?

Dickys enough are still behind
To laugh at by and by.

Buried June 18th, 1728, aged 63.

NEWPORT PAGNELL, BUCKS.

By Mr. Cowper, the celebrated author of the Task,

Pause here, and think a monitory rhyme
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time;
Consult life's silent clock, thy bounding vein;
Seems it to say "Health has here long to reign."
Hast thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye
That beams delight? a heart untaught to sigh?
Yet fear; youth, oft-times healthful and at ease,
Anticipates a day it never sees;

And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud
Exclaims," Prepare thee for an early shroud."

In à Village near Bridgewater.

To the memory of

Kate Jones, a wealthy Spinster, aged four-score, Who'd many aches, and fancy'd many more; Knitting her friends to th' grave with a church-yard

cough,

Long hung she on death's nose, 'til one March

morn

There came a wind north-east, and blew her off,
Leaving her Potticary quite forlorn.

ON THOMAS HUDDLESTONE.

Here lies Thomas Huddlestone. Reader, don't smile! But reflect, as this tomb-stone you view,

That Death, who kill'd him, in a very short while Will huddle a stone upon you,

At Datchett, near Windsor.

Here lies the body of John Bidwell, 'Who in life wish'd his neighbour no evil : In hopes up to jump,

When he hears the last trump,

And triumph over death, and the devil.

A

ON A BIRD.

Here lieth,

Aged three moons and four days,
The body of

RICHARD ACANTHUS :

young person of unblemished life and character: He was taken in his callow infancy

from under the Wing

of a tender parent,

By the rough and pitiless hands of a two-leg'd animal,
Without feathers.

Tho' born with the most aspiring disposition,
and unbounded love of freedom,

He was closely confined in a grated prison, and scarcely permitted to view those fields. To the possession of which he had an ancient and undoubted charter.

Deeply sensible of this infringement of his natural and unalienable rights,

He was often heard to petition for redress;
Not with rude and violent clamours,

But in the most plaintive notes of harmonious sorrow:
At length, tired with fruitless efforts to escape,
His indignant Soul

Burst the prison which his Body could not,
And left a lifeless heap of beauteous feathers.

Reader!

If suffering innocence can hope for retribution,
Deny not to the gentle shade
D

Of this unfortunate captive

The humble, tho' uncertain, hope of animating
Some happier form;

Or trying his new fledged pinions
In some happy Elysium, beyond the reach of
Man,

The tyrant of this lower world.

In the Church of Brodsworth, Yorkshire, On MISS DRUMMOND. Ob. 1766, Æt. 17. Here sleeps what once was beauty, once was grace; Grace, that with tenderness and sense combin'd To form that harmony of soul and face,

Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind.
Such was the maid, that in the morn of youth,
In virgin innocence, in nature's pride,

Blest with each art that owes its charm to truth,
Sunk in her father's fond embrace, and died,
He weeps: O venerate the holy tear:

Faith lends her aid to ease affliction's load;
The parent mourns his child upon her bier,
The christian yields an angel to his God.

IN YORK MINSTER

Against the north wall of the choir is a figure of Hygeia re clining over an urn, on a tripod at the feet of which are two dogs; in her left hand a corolla, in her right a staff and one stake.

JOHN DEALTRY, M. D.

Whose skill in his profession was only equalled

By the humanity of his practice;

Elizabeth his afflicted widow dedicates this monument, He died March the 25th, 1773,

Aged 65.

Here o'er the tomb were Dealtry's ashes sleep,
See health in emblematic anguish weep;

She drops her faded wreath, " No more," she cries,
"Let languid mortals, with beseeching eyes
"Implore my feeble aid :—it failed to save
"My own and nature's guardian from the grave."

IN BRISTOL CATHEDRAL.

Mary the daughter of Wm. Sherman, of Kingston, upon Hull, Esq. and Wife of the Rev. Wm. Mason, died March 27, 1767, aged 28.

Take, holy earth! all that my soul holds dear;
Take that best gift which heav'n so lately gave;
To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care

Her faded form: she bow'd to taste the wave And died. Does youth, does beauty, read the line? Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm?

Speak, dead Maria! breathe a strain divine:

Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have power to charm.

Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee;

Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move;