ST. PETER, LEEDS, YORKSHIRE. Short was my stay in this vain world, From a Village in Suffolk. Life is only a pal below When Christ appears, then-up we go. On Master Newberry. Henceforth be ev'ry tender tear supprest, Or let us weep for joy that he is blest; That heart, o'er which no evil e'er had pow'r ! That disposition, sickness could not sour! That sense, so oft to riper years deny'd! That patience, heroes might have own'd with pride! His painful race undauntedly he ran, And on th' eleyenth winter ay'd a man. On a Huntsman. Here lies John Mills, who over hills The leap though high, from earth to sky, CAMBERWELL CHURCH YARD. In memory of Miss Mary Pelo, who died July 12, 1763, aged ten years. Come, silly mortal, take your stand, Or in my God's alone. My innocence to rest is gone, In preference to you ; Remember, tho' my work is done, That yours is yet to do. Then dry your tears, your duty know, To her you certainly may go, Who cannot come to you. On a Coller. Death at a Cobler's door oft' made a stand, And always found him on the mending hand; Death by a trick of art, then laid him fast, His awl he called for, but death brought his last; On Robert Huntingdon, of Stanton Harcourt, Esq; and Robert, his son. This peaceful tomb doth now contain Whose living virtues shall remain When they, and this are quite decay'd. What man could be to ripeness grown, What youth could promise in the son. IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM COWPER, Esa. Buried in St. Edmund's Chapel, in the Church of by Kazy Ye, who with warmth the public triumph feel. Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to CowPER's dust.. England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his fav'rite name: On a beautiful Child.. Beneath this rugged monument As the op'ning blossoms gay, Or the star, when morning breaks,. Heav'n saw; and snatch'd her soul away, Amidst its cherub forms to shine, On a Friend, by R. Burns. An honest man here lies at rest, The friend of man, the friend of truth; On a beautiful Maid. Here she lies, now cold as ice, For her beauty it was such |