IN ST. MICHAEL'S CHURCH-YARD, CROOKED LANE. ON ROBERT PRESTON,

Late Drawer, at the Boar's Head Tavern, in Great Eastcheap, who died March 16th, 1730, aged 27.

BACCHUS, to give the toping world surprise,
Produc'd one sober son, and here he lies;
Tho' nurs'd among full hogsheads, he defy'd
The charms of wine, and ev'ry vice beside.
O Reader! if to justice thou'rt inclin'd,
Keep honest PRESTON daily in thy mind;
He drew good wine, took care to fill his pots,
Had sundry virtues that outweigh'd his fau'ts;
You that on Bacchus have the like dependance,
Pray copy Bob, in measure and attendance.

LINCOLN CATHEDRAL.

ON DOCTOR OTWELL HILL,
Who died 19th of May, 1616, aged 56.
TIS OTWELL HILL, a holy HILL,
And truly, sooth to say,
Upon this HILL, he praised still,
The Lord both night and day.
Upon this HILL this HILL did cry
Aloud the scripture letter,
And strove your wicked villains by
Good counsel to make better.
And now this HILL, tho' under stones
Has the Lord's HILLS to lie on ;
For LINCOLN HILL has got his bones,
His soul the HILL of Sion.

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HERE Old JOHN RANDAL lies, who, telling of his tale, Liv'd threescore years and ten, such virtue was in

ale.

Ale was his meat, ale was his drink, ale did his heart revive;

And if he could have drank his ale, he still had been alive.

STEPNEY,

Here remains all that was mortal of

MR. ROGER CRABB,

Who entered into eternity the 11th day of September, 1680, in the sixty-eighth year of his age.

TREAD gently, reader, near the dust
Committed to this tomb-stone's trust;
For while 'twas flesh it held a guest
With universal love possest;
A soul that stemm'd opinions tide,
Did over sects in triumph ride;

Yet sep'rate from the giddy crowded!
And paths tradition had allow'd, moist <if
Through good and ill report he past, bine
Oft censur'd, yet approv'd at last.no all
Would'st thou his religion know, bojoslło?
In brief 'twas this to all to do dw the #
Just as he would be done unto ad tedt [A
So in kind Nature's laws he stood, gin765 {
A temple undefiled with blood, top of
A friend to ev'ry thing was goodaj viden I
The rest angels alone can fitly tell,
Haste then to them and him, and so farewell.

In the middle aisle of this chapel
Lie the remains of GEORGE STEEVENS, Esq.
Who, after having cheerfully employed
A considerable portion
Of his life and fortune
In the Illustration of Shakespeare,
Expired at Hampstead,

In his 64th year.

22d January,
1800.

PEACE to these reliques! once the bright attire
Of spirit sparkling with no common fire! {
How oft has pleasure in the social hour
Smil'd at his wit's exhilarating power!
And truth attested with delight intense,
The serious charms of his colloquial sense?
His talents, varying as the diamond's ray,
Could strike the grave, or fascinate the gay;
His critic labours of unwearied force,
Collected light from every distant source ;
Want with such true beneficence he cheer'd,
All that his bounty gave, his zeal endear'd.
Learning as vast as mental power could seize,
In sport displaying, and with graceful ease,
Lightly the stage of chequer'd life he trod,
Careless of chance, confiding in his God, i

ST. LEONARD'S, FOSTER-LANE.

ROBERT TRAPPIS, GOLDSMITH, 1526.

WHEN the bels be merily roung,
And the Masse devoutly soung,
And the meate merely eaten,

Then sal Robert Trappis, his wyffe, and children be forgotten,

Whefor, Jesu, that of Mary sproung,

Let their soulys, thy saynts among,
Though it be undeservy'd on their syde,
Yet, good Lord, let them evermore thy mercy abyde,
'And of your cheritie

For their soulys say a Paternoster and an Ave.
Sancta Trinitas, unus Deus, misere nobis,
Et Ancittis tuis sperantibus in Te.

O mater Dei, memento mei.

Jesu, Mercy, Lady help.

ON A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.

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By Fate's stern hand untimely snatch'd away,
Does this deep-vaulted cave a youth infold:
He gave to solitude the studious day,

b And Pity fram'd his bosom of her mould.

With lyre devoted to Compassion's ear,

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Did he bewail the vestal's hapless doom; pe

Oft has this marble caught his falling teary of
And for that generous tear he gain'd a tomb.

ST. PAUL'S.

ON MR. HOWARD.

THIS extraordinary man had the fortune to be honoured whilst living in the manner his virtues deserved. He received the thanks of both houses of the British and Irish parliaments, for his eminent services rendered to his country and to mankind,

Our national prisons and hospitals, improved upon the suggestions of his wisdom, bear testimony to the solidity of his judgment, and to the estimation in which he was held.

In every part of the civilized world, which he traversed to reduce the sum of human misery, from the throne to the dungeon, his name was mentioned with respect, gratitude, and admiration.

His modesty alone defeated the various efforts which were made, during his life, to erect this statue, which the public has now consecrated to his memory.

He was born at Hackney, in the county of Middlesex, Sept. 11, 1726. The early part of his life he spent in retirement, residing principally upon his paternal estate at Cardington, in Bedfordshire; for which county he served the office of sheriff in the year 1773.

He expired at Cherson, in Russian Tartary, on the 20th of June, 1790, a victim to the perilous and benevolent attempt to ascertain the cause of, and find an efficacious remedy for, the plague.

He trod an open but unfrequented path to immortality, in the ardent and unremitted exercise of Christian charity.

May this tribute to his fame excite an emulation of his truly glorious achievements.