ON THE REV. SIR JAMES STONHOUSE, BART., M. D In the Chapel at the Hot-wells, Bristol. HERE rests awhile, in happier climes to shine, 'Twas his, like LUKE, the double task to fill, You, whose awakened hearts his labors blest, He died December the 8th, 1795, in the 80th year of his age. BE FAITHFUL. Sir James Stonhouse was, for more than twenty years, physician to the infirmary at Northampton, of which excellent charity he was, indeed, the founder. In 1763 he took orders, and obtained first the living of Little Cheverel, in Wiltshire, to which, afterwards, was added that of Great Cheverel; and this was all the preferment he ever obtained. His first wife, Anne, the eldest daughter of John Neale, Esq., of Allesley, rear Coventry, died at Northampton, and lies in the church of All Saints, in that town. His second wife was Sarah, the only child of Thomas Ekins, Esq., whose estate she inherited. Dr. Doddridge was her guardian; but he died before her marriage. Dr. Stonhouse was an admirable preacher, and truly evangelical, without the least approximation to enthusiasm. The following encomium, by his friend, Hannah More, written on the fly leaf of Saurin's Sermons, which she had borrowed of the doctor in 1775, is no exaggeration. EPITRE AU DR. STONHOUSE SUR LES SERMONS DE M. SAURIN. Ces divines ardeurs, cette sainte éloquence, Enfin, ces grandes idées-ce language divin— En t'ecoutant, Docteur, les mémes beautés m'enchantent, * These Lines may be thus literally translated. Extent of knowledge, perfect charity, That dread of vice, of virtue such a love, His cloak and spirit left, then winged to heaven his way. * 2 Kings ii. 31. ON SARAH STONHOUSE, Second wife of Sir James Stonhouse, Bart. COME, Resignation! wipe the human tear Truth, meekness, patience, honored shade, were thine; And holy hope, and charity divine: Though these thy forfeit being could not save, Thy faith subdued the terrors of the grave. O! if thy living excellence could teach, She died December 10, 1788, aged 55 years. BE SERIOUS. ON MR. SHAPLAND, An eminent Apothecary in Bristol. WOULD'ST thou inquire of him who sleeps beneath, Stranger! this building, fallen to decay, The soul of friendship-milk of human kind. Empowered the nerveless tongue once more to speak, Restored its lustre to the sunken eye, And spread fresh roses on the livid cheek. Each various duty bound on social man, With me, then, stranger! mourn departed worth, Live as he lived-and fear not then to die.* * Dr. Stonhouse had the highest esteem for Mr. Shapland, who attended his family, as well as that of Mrs. More, even after he had left off general practice. Dr. Stonhouse, in 1789, presented to Mr. Shapland a piece of plate "as a testimony of his gratitude for the restoration of health, through the blessing of God." The Editor trusts to be excused for subjoining to the sepulchral Inscriptions the following" Lines, which were suggested by seeing a rustic structure in Mrs. Hannah More's Garden, at Barley-wood, and hearing it called a Classica Temple." WHAT have we here ?-a temple! if 'tis such, Four wooden pegs a wooden roof sustain, HYMNS. THE TRUE HEROES: OR, THE NOBLE ARMY OF MARTYRS You who love a tale of glory, Warriors of the world, avaunt! Saints and martyrs grace my page. Warriors who the world o'ercame Fearful Christian! hear with wonder Some to savage beasts were hurled, Was a persecuting world Worthy of these wondrous men? VOL. VI. Some, in fiery furnace thrown, Let us crown with deathless fame How the shower of stones descended, See his fierce reviler Saul, How he rails with impious breath! Then observe converted Paul, Oft in perils, oft in death. 'Twas that God, whose sovereign power E'en a woman-women, hear; Seven stout sons she saw expire, E'en in death's acutest anguish, Martyrs who were thus arrested, In their short but bright career, |