ON JOE CRUMP. Once ruddy and plump, Yet up he shall jump, When he hears the last trump, ON WILLIAM ROBERTSON, D. D. Within, the relics of a churchman lie, To all benevolent, and less inclin'd To serve himself, than benefit mankind : For what his heart condemn'd he durst not do. And to man's natural rights a friend sincere, In him, as in a glass, the world might see ON A COUNTRY INNKEEPER. Here! hark ye! old friend! what wilt pass, then, without Taking notice of honest plump Jack? For see how 'tis with me, my light is burnt out, And I'm now put to bed, in the dark and the cold, But now wilt oblige me? Then call for a quart On MR. JOHN MOLE, who died at Worcester. Beneath this cold stone lies a son of the Earth; Did e'er, for a moment, encumber John's pate: Without foe, without friend, unnotic'd he died; AT FARLAM, NEAR NAWORTH CASTLE. John Bell broken bow Ligs under this stean: I lived on mine own land " On W. ELDERTON, the red-nosed Ballad-maker. He was originally an attorney in the sheriff's court of London, and afterwards (if we may believe Oldys) a comedian; was a facetious fuddling companion, whose tippling and rhymes rendered him famous among his contemporaries. He was author of many popular songs and ballads, and probably other pieces. He is believed to have fallen a victim to his bottle before the year 1592. His epitaph has been recorded by Camden, and is thus translated by Oldys. Dead drunk, here Elderton doth lie; Dead as he is, he still is dry: So of him it may well be said, Here he, but not his thirst, is laid. See Stow's Lond. (Guildhall)-Biogr. Brit. (Drayton, by Oldys, Note B.) Ath. Ox-Camden's Remains The Exaale-lation of Ale, among Beaumont's Poems, 8vo. 1653. ON FRANCIS CHARTERIS. Here continueth to rot In spite of age and infirmities, His insatiable avarice exempted him from the first, In accumulating wealth; He was the only person of his time When possessed of ten thousand a year; O indignant reader ! Think not his life useless to mankind! A conspicuous proof and example In the sight of God, By his bestowing it on the most unworthy Of all mortals. DR. ARBUTHNOT, This man was infamous for all manner of vices. When he was an ensign in the army, he was drummed out of the regiment for a cheat; he was next banished to Brussels, and drummed out of Ghent, on the same account. After an hundred tricks at the gaming table, he took to lending of money at exorbitant interest and great premium; and accumulating premium, interest and capital into new capital, and seizing to a minute when the payments became due®; in a word, by a constant attendance on the wants, vices, and follies of mankind, he acquired an immense fortune. His house was the scene of every iniquity. He was twice condemned for rapes, and pardoned; but the last time not without imprisonment in Newgate, and large confiscations. He died in 1731, aged 62. The populace at his funeral raised a great riot, almost tore the body out of the coffin, and cast dead dogs, &c. into the grave along with it. He was said to have died worth seven thousand pounds a year, estates in land, and about one hundred thousand pounds in money. 1, Sir John Trollop, |