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IN GLASGOW CHURCH-YARD,

HERE ligs Mess Andrew Gray,

Of whom ne mukle good can I say;
He was ne Quaker, for he had ne spirit;
He was ne Papist, for he had ne merit ;
He was ne Turk, for he drank muckle wine;
He was ne Jew, for he eat muckle swine.
Full forty years he preach'd and lee'd ;
For which God dom'd him when he dee'd.

CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL.

ON MERIC CASAUBON.

STAY, traveller, and reverence.

Here Meric Ca.

saubon divested himself of the mortal remains of his immortal spirit. The heir of a great name and a learned race, having for his father Isaac Casaubon, for his uncle Henry Stephens, and for his great uncle Robert Stephens. Alas! what men! what prodigies of learning! what ornaments of their age! He having received his learning as by inheritance, descending from so many learned ancestors, improved it, and consecrated it to the ornament and increase of piety, which ever sat as queen in his breast. He also en

riched the republic of letters with a manifold treasure of things and languages. He was a man, uncertain whether more famous for learning or piety, and most remarkable for his liberality to the poor, his com municative temper to his friends, his humanity and tenderness to all, and for his enduring the most exquisite tortures of a lingering distemper with all

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Christian patience. This metropolitan church boasts in bestowing the dignity of first canonships on both the Casaubons, who held the same rank among the learned, as she does among the churches. Our Casaubon died the day preceding the ides of July, 1671, in the 75th year of his age, and the 46th of his canonship.

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IN St. Agnello, Naples, is a Latin Inscription, which in English runs thus:

Dear father, receive this monument as a small acknowledgment for all the valuable favours received from you. Had it been possible for me to have transformed myself into marble, you would have had no other tomb than my body; nor any other epitaph than this: "The grateful Alexis returns his, father the being he received from him, and becomes his parent's sepulchre."

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IN THE CHURCH OF OLD WINDSOR.

ON MRS. MARY ROBINSON.

BY MR. PRATT.

She died Dec. 26, 1800, aged 43 Years.

Or Beauty's isle, her daughters must declare,
She who sleeps here, was fairest of the fair.

But ah! while Nature on her fav'rite smil'd,

And Genius claim'd his share in Beauty's child; E'en as they wove a garland for her brow,

ow prepar'd a willowy wreath of woe:

Mix'd lurid nightshade with the buds of May,
And twin'd her darkest cypress with the bay:
In mildew tears steep'd every op'ning flower,....
Prey'd on the sweets, and gave the canker power:
[Yet, O may Pity's angel from the grave aboga
This early victim of misfortune save!

And as she springs to everlasting morn, qd ugy
May Glory's fadeless crown her soul adorn.

ON MOLIERE.

MOLIERE, on whom these lines were made, was taken ill while he was playing the part of a dead man' on the stage, in one of his own comedies, was carried home, and died in a few hours. He was born, according to Bayle, about the year 1620. He went through his school learning under the Jesuits in Clermont college, and was designed for the bar; but after he had made an end of his study of the civil law, he pitched upon the profession of a comedian: wherein he succeeded, and wrote several exquisite plays. He died on the seventeenth of February, 1673. The inscription, in English, is thus:

Within this melancholy tomb confin'd,
Here lies the matchless ape of human kind;
Who, while he labour'd, with ambitious strife,
To mimick death, as he had mimick'd life,
So well, or rather ill, perform'd his part,
That Death, delighted with his wond'rous art,
Snatch'd up the copy, to the grief of France,
And made it an original at once.

ÓN A MONUMENT

ERECTED TO HENRY HOARE, Esq.

AT STOURHEAD.

By William Hayley, Esq.

YE who have view'd, in pleasure's choicest hour,
The earth embellish'd on these banks of Stour,
With grateful rev'rence to this marble lean,
Rais'd to the friendly founder of the scene.
Here, with pure love of smiling Nature warm'd,
This far-fam'd demi-paradise he form'd;

And, happier still, here learn'd from heaven to find
A sweeter Eden in a bounteous mind.

Thankful these fair and flowery paths he trod,
And priz❜d them only as they lead to God.

IN NORWICH CATHEDRAL.

ON WILLIAM INGLOTT.

HERE William Inglott, organist, doth rest,
Whose art in music this cathedral blest,
For descant most, for voluntary all,
He past on organ, song, and virginall.
He left this life at age of sixty-seven,

And now 'mongst angels all sings St. in heaven.
His fame flies far; his name shall never die;
See Art and Age here crown his memorie.
Non digitis, Inglotte, tuis terrestriæ tangis,
Tangis nunc digitis organæ celsæ poli.

Anno Dom. 1621.

Buried the last day of

December, 1621.

This erected the 15th

day of June, 1622.

ON TWO SOLDIERS,

OF THE HANTS MILITIA.

THE following epitaph, written by the Reverend Mr. Davis, of Fareham, in Hampshire, is inscribed on a tomb-stone erected to the memory of two soldiers belonging to the North Hants militia, who were murdered by some foreigners in the Isle of Wight.

As o'er this tomb some sorrowing comrade stands,
And mourns our life, cut off by foreign hands ;
As Fancy views the reeking blade around,
And life's warm current rushing from the wound;
Let him exclaim, with manly grief opprest,
"Here unoffending murder'd victims rest!”
Oh! may our fate, in warning accents, show
What mischiefs from ungovern'd passions flow.

ST. ANDREW'S HOLBORN-NEW BURYING-GROUND.

ON THE REV. JOHN BLUCK.

Who died March 2, 1762, Æ. 33.

WHILE o'er this modest stone Religion weeps,
Beneath, a gen'rous, cheerful Christian sleeps;
Rests from the teacher's charge, the scholar's part;
Labours of love, and virtues of the heart:
Who own'd, observant still of Truth's fair bays,
No other guide, nor wish'd for other praise :
Who, friend to man, and foe to vice alone,
Liv'd for our bliss, and died to crown his own.

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