of heaven, amidst the temptations of poverty and slavery slavery, which has always been found so destructive to virtue, that in many languages a slave and a thief are expressed by the same word. And we may be likewise admonished by it, not to lay any stress on a man's outward circumstances, in making an estimate of his real value, since Epictetus, the beggar, the cripple, and the slave, was the favourite of heaven.

"WHEN I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents, upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those, whom they must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them; when I consider rival wits placed side by side; or the holy men, that divided the world with their contests and disputes; I reflect, with sorrow and astonishment, on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day, when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together."

ADDISON.

EPITAPHS, &c.

CHURCH OF SAN SALVADOR, OVIEDO. Ar the entrance of this church is a most remarkable tomb, erected by a prince named SILO, with a very curious Latin inscríption, which may be read two hundred and seventy ways, beginning with. the capital in the centre.

ICEF SPEC N I N CEPS FECI
TICE FS PE C N с EPS FECIT
On the tomb are inscribed these letters:

H. S. E. S. S. T. T. L.

Which are the initials of the following Latin words:
Hic situs est Silo, sit tibi terra levis.

In English:

"Here lies SILO-may the eart lay light upon him.”

ON A LADY.

EQUAL, as age advanc'd, her virtues grew,

And Heaven, her aim, still nearer shone in view;
So great th' increase, at length, faith chang'd to sight,
And the full prospect beam'd intensely bright;
Mortality oppress'd, no more could bear,
But sunk to rest, and sleeps in silence here.

ON J. B -D. ESQ.

Late Alderman of D.

HERE, fast asleep, upon his back,
By death extended, lies plump Jack,
A sleeper ne'er to be forgot,
Renown'd as Ch-

-y, or as Trott.

Oft has he slept (we've heard him snore)
Within these sacred walls before;
Yet, charm'd awhile by MORPHEUS' rod,
He soon shook off the feeble God,
And soon victorious 'gan to rise,

And

yawn, and stare, and rub his eyes.
Now vanquish'd quite, behold him fall,
Attack'd by sleep, and death, and all.
Be serious Muse.-The day will come
When he, fresh rising from this tomb,
Shall life and other realms explore
And wake, to die, to sleep no more.

ON MR. ROGERS, JUN.

OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE.

By Dryden.

OF gentle blood, his parents only treasure,
Their lasting sorrow, and their vanish'd pleasure:
Adorn'd with features, virtue, wit, and grace,
A large provision for so short a race!

More mod'rate gifts might have prolong'd his date,
Too early fitted for a better state :

But knowing Heaven his home, to shun delay,
He leap'd o'er age, and took a shorter way.

ON THE EARL OF HALIFAX.

By Ambrose Phillips.

WEEPING o'er thy sacred urn,
Ever shall the Muses mourn;
Sadly shall their numbers flow,
Ever elegant in woe.

Thousands, nobly born, shall die,
Thousands in oblivion lie;

Names which leave no track behind,

Like the clouds before the wind,
When the dusky shadows pass,
Lightly fleeting o'er the grass :
But, O Halifax! thy name
Shall through ages rise in fame;
Sweet remembrance shalt thou find,
Sweet in every noble mind.

ST. MICHAEL'S, WOOD-STREET.

JOHN CASY, of this parish, whose dwelling 'was
In the north corner house as to Lad Lane you pass.
For better knowledge, the name it hath now,
It is call'd and known by the name of the Plow
Out of that house yeerely did geeve

Twentie shillings to the poore, their neede to releeve;
Which money the tenant must yeerelie pay

To the parson and churchwardens on St. Thomas day.
The heir of that house, Thomas Rowrman by name,
Hath since, by his deed, confirmed the same.
Whose love to the poore doth thereby appeare,
And after his death shall live many a yeere.
Therefore in your life do good while yee may,
That when meagre Death shall take you away,
Yee may live and like-famed as Casy and Bowerman,
For he that doth well, shall be never a poor man.

ST. JOHN'S, WESTMINSTER.

HERE lyeth Humphrey Gosling, of London, vintner,
Of the Whyt Hart, of this parish, a neighbour;
Of vertuous behaviour; a very good archer;
And of honest mirth, a good company keeper.
So well inclyned to poor and rich,
God send more Goslings to be sich.

ON SIR ALBERTUS MORETON,

AND HIS LADY.

He first departed; She for one day try'd
To live without him,-lik'd it not, and dy'd.