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Here were also buried

THOMAS YOUNG, CLARENCEX

King at Arms ;

WILLIAM, LORD SEALES;

WILLIAM, EARL WARREN;

JOHN BUCKLAND GLOVER;

1635.

With this Epitaph:

Not twice ten years of age, a weary breath Have I exchang'd for a happy death; My course so short, the longer is my rest, God takes them soonest, whom he loveth best; For he that's born to-day and dies to-morrow, Loseth some time of rest, but more of sorrow.

ON A STONE

In the New Chapel, under the Grocer's-Arms.

Garret some call'd him, but that was too high, His name is Garrard who now here doth lie; He in his youth was toss'd by many a wave, But now at port arriv'd, rests in his grave.

The Church he did frequent while he had breath, And wish'd to lie therein after his death ; Weep not for him, since he is gone before To Heav'n, where grocers there are many more.

HERE ALSO,

On the 28th of November, 1807,

Was buried

ABRAHAM NEWLAND, Esq.

Fifty years the faithful and diligent Cashier to the Bank of England.

Bermondsey Church-Yard,

ON CAPTAIN RANDLE FOREMAN,
Who died, 1st April, 1818,

Aged 62 years.

This life's a voyage, the world's a sea,
Where men are strangely toss'd about :
Heaven's our port, steer thou that way,
There thou shalt anchor safe no doubt.

ON TWO BABES.

Sleep lovely babes and take your rest,
God calls them first, that he loves best.

ON MARY SNELL,

Aged 16.

Consumption like, with rapid pow'r,

Hath nipt the bud of this most beauteous flow'r ;
We've lost thee-'tis the will of Him who gave,
To lay thy sorrows in the silent grave.
To waft thy virtuous soul to realms above,
Where all is happiness, and all is love ;
Through thy Redeemer's love, to bear thee hence,
Thy patient sufferings there to recompense.
Let it be ours to own the hand of God,
And humbly bend, beneath his chast'ning rod;
That when Christ calls us, we may joyful rise,
And meet to part no more beyond the skies.

MARTHA FARMER,

Died, 1780; aged 16.

A soul prepar'd needs no delay,
The summons comes, the saints obey;
Swift was her flight and short the road,
She clos'd her eyes, and saw her God.

A virtuous careful and industrious wife,
Each duty fill'd thro' every stage of life;
Attend ye females of the rising race,
Her virtues copy, and her footsteps trace.

TO THE MEMORY OF

MR. DAVID WIGHTMAN,

Formerly of Cumberland, near Carlisle ; but late of Artillery-Street, Bermondsey;

Who died, 11th January, 1814; aged 28.

His death was occasioned by a Cut in his Thumb.

Stop traveller and drop a tear,

My time is gone, and yours draws near ;
Oh
my dear friends! prepare in time,
For I was called in my prime.

In love he liv'd, in peace he died,
His life was crav'd but God denied.
Go home dear wife and children dear,
I must lie here till Christ appear ;
And if you will from grief refrain,
I hope in Christ we'll meet again.

Also of

MARGARET WIGHTMAN,

Sister of the above,

Who died, 22d September, 1811; aged 21 years.

ON AN INFANT.

Weep not my friend's since God all good and wise, Hath pleas'd to take me spotless to the skies.

TO THE MEMORY OF

MR. JAMES BLACK,

Oil and Colour Man,

Aged 31;

ELIZABETH, HIS WIFE,

Aged 25;

MARIA, THEIR DAUGHTER,

Aged 3 years and 5 months;

Who were unfortunately suffocated in the dreadful fire, at their house, No. 150, BermondseyStreet, June 23, 1817.

Also of

EMILY, THEIR INFANT DAUGHTER,
Aged 7 months;

Who died, 5th July, following, in consequence of the above calamitous event.

Stay passenger, oh stay! and drop a tear,
For the awful doom of those that moulder here,
Sad proof alas! how quickly fate destroys,
The airy fabric of our earthly joys;

And while you tread so near the hallow'd spot,
Reflect how soon the grave may be your lot;
A lesson from their destiny receive,
And be prepar'd,-'tis but to justly live.

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