ON THE CHILDREN OF TIMOTHY WILCOX, Here lie, in the blessed hope of a joyful resurrection, the bodies of Prudence, Martha, and Obadiah Wilcox. aged one, two, and three years. Three children small, Compos'd my all; But envious death Who hears our groan, Knows how and when ! ON TIMOTHY WILCOX. There down at Catherine's * I kept a school, ON JOHN SULLEN. Here lies John Sullen, and it is God's will, * A village near Bath-Easton, Somerset. ON PARTRIDGE, THE ALMANACK-MAKER. SWIFT. IN AN OBSCURE CHURCH-YARD IN YORK SHIRE. Killed by a sky Rocket in my eye. Emulous of the praise which the above ingenious composition received from the rustics of the village, a rival rhymester, on the death of a poor ostler, who was driven over, produced two lines, which supplied the place of elegy:— Here I lays, Killed by a chaise. IN CHELTENHAM CHURCH-YARD. Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, Two great fisicians first in vain at last he got a third then I died ON TWO CHINESE ASTRONOMERS. An epitaph on Hi and Ho, two Chinese astronomers, who were appointed to watch an eclipse; but having got drunk and neglected their duty, they were condemned to be executed by Ho Kang the emperor. Soon after it was discovered that the eclipse was invisible. Here rest the bones of Ho and Hi, ON A CHILD. Poor sable child of honesty and fun, Thou mayst conclude thy doom to dwell in heav'n. The following is in the Church-Yard at Midhurst, Sussex. ON AN INCORRIGIBLE SHREW. Beneath this stone Lies my wife, Joan, To h-1 she's gone, no doubt; For if she be not, If heaven's her lot, I must (God wot) turn out. IN NEWHAVEN CHURCH-YARD. Reader, with kind regard this grave survey, Was versed in physic, and in surgery, too; IN A CHURCH-YARD IN GLOUCESTERSHIRE. The following is said to be inscribed by a Mr. Kemp on his wife after recording her name, age, and time of death Whether in the other world, she'll Is not for me to inquire; She once was mine And now To thee, O Lord, I her resign; And am your humble Servant, ROBERT KEmp. Two persons lounging in a church-yard, one of them read over the following lines: "A loving son, a parent dear, A faithful friend, he lieth here." "It is an honest Epitaph," said one, "if it be a true one. Oh," said his companion, "I can vouch for its truth, for I knew the deceased well, and he directed the inscription himself." IN ALLHALLOWS' CHURCH, OXFORD. What others singly wish-age, wisdom, wealth, ON A COUNTRY SCHOOLMISTRESS. Here lies a dame whom fate ordain'd, To instruct her generation: Her plans to ancient plans allied, Hard blows and threats, and raving loud Now all her puny passion o'er, For she within this dungeon drear, No flattering marble marks the spot, Or tell her age and name. |