ON SUSANNAH, Wife of ROBERT DIXON,

Of North Shields,

MASTER MARINER.

A loving wife, a parent dear,
In virtuous path she trod;
A neighbour kind, a friend sincere,
May Heav'n be her abode.

ON MARY SANDERSON.

She in a sacred calm resign'd her breath,
And as her eye-lids closed, she smil'd in death.

West Bolden.

ON JANE TATE.

Weep not for me dear friends, but mark,
Ye all must lose the vital spark ;
Whether by sudden death or slow,
For time will march and all must go.

ON GEORGE ROBINSON.

Here lies in dust his cold remains,
Once kindled by a generous heart;
In feeling others' wants and pains,
He bore a manly Christian part.

Kendal church, Westmoreland,

HERE LIETH THE BODY OF

RALPH TYRER,

Late Vicar of Kendal, B. D.

Who died, June 4, A. D. 1627.

London bred me, Westminster fed me,
Cambridge sped me, my sister wed me;
Study taught me, living sought me,
Learning brought me, Kendal caught me.
Labour press'd me, sickness distress'd me,
Death oppress'd me, the grave possess'd me;
God first gave me, Christ did save me,

Earth did crave me, and Heav'n would have me.

Composed by himself.

IN MEMORY OF

MRS. FRANCES STRICKLAND,

Late Wife of Mr. John Strickland, of Strickland,

Emblem of temporal good, the day that gave
Her birth and marriage, saw her in the grave;
Wing'd with its native love her soul took flight,
To boundless regions of eternal light.

Weep not my friends! my race was run,
I rest in peace, the battle's won ;
My crown is bright, there's millions more,
Fight a good fight and be conqueror.
Press to the mark, the prize is sure,
Fear not, be strong, the race endure;
Soon shall we meet to part no more,
Farewell, dear friends! I only go before.
BE

On a brass plate:

TO THE MEMORY OF

The most religious and orthodox Christian,

The most loyal subject, and most ancient, and most Serviceable member of this Corporation,

WILLIAM GUY,

Of Water-Crook, gentleman,

Who died the 25th day of December, 1683;
Aged 84 years.

Had loyalty been life, brave Guy thou had then,
Stood Kendal's everlasting Alderman,—

Nay, could the joint united force of all,
That's good or virtuous over death prevail,

Thy life's time thread, no time or fate could sever,
And thou still liv'd to pray King live for ever.'
But thou art gone, a proof such virtue is,

Too good for earth and only fit for bliss;
And blissful seats, where if blessed spirits do,
Concern themselves with any thing below;
Thy prayers the same thou still dost supplicate,
For CHARLES life, for England's Church and State ;
Whilst to thy just eternal memory,

Envy and malice must in this agrec,

None better lov'd or serv'd his Prince than thee.

Kendal church-yard.

HERE LIETH THE BODY OF

JOSEPH HALL, M. A.

Sometime Fellow of Queen's College, Oxford;

And late Rector of Wey-Hill, Hants.

Who,

By the help of good natural talents,
And a constant application to literature,
Acquired to a masterly perfection,
The knowledge of various languages,
Ancient and modern ;
Of Philosophy, through all its branches;
Of Divinity his principal profession.

Such uncommon attainments, with an open
Ingenuous temper,

And the firmest integrity of heart,

Rendered him a most valuable and faithful friend ; An useful and ornamental member of society; An excellent College tutor,

An accomplished and respectable parish Minister.