Averham church yard, Notts.

In memory of John Hack, who died on the 8th April 1811, aged 87 years.

Full of the years he spent so well,
Like yellow Autumn's leaf he fell,
(The fallen leaf shall rise no more)
But when Death's stormy winter's o'er,
His soul shall rise on seraph wing,
And flourish through eternal spring.

Here lies Thomas Huddlestone.

Pray reader dont smile,

But reflect as this tombstone you view,
That Death in a very short time
May perhaps huddle a stone upon you.

Buaney, Notts.

On Sir Thomas Parkins, Bart, who, some years before his death, had his coffiu made and deposited in the church of this parish, where his monument was also erected, and on it placed his statue, in the character of a wrestler ready to encounter his antagonist. He applied to several persons for a monumental inscription, allusive to his favourite diversion of wrestling; and at length made choice of one which is in Latin. The English runs thus;

At length he falls-the long-long contest's o'er,

And Time has thrown, whom none e'er threw before;
Yet boast not Time, thy victory, for he

At last shall rise again, and conquer thee.

In Llanymynech church yard, Montgomeryshire.

Here lies John Thomas,

And his three children dear;
Two buried at Oswestry,

And one here.

Fairfield, Derbyshire,

On a grave stone in the the church yard is the following remarkable èpitaph.

Beneath this stone here lié two children dear,
The one at Stoney Middleton-the other here.

Farndon, Notts.

On a grave stone in the church yard, to the memory of Mary, the wife of Samuel Meakin, (who died on the 11th of February, 1811, aged 87 years,) are the following lines.

This stone was placed here by David Meakin, her youngest son, from a sense of love and duty to an affectionate mother, who left the following lines to be engraved on her head stone:

I'd have you all, both young and old
To love your parents more than gold;
Do as my child has done for me,
That God may to you a comfort be.

I bore him in my fiftieth year,
It is as true as I lie here;
The youngest child out of sixteen,
And he to me most kind has been.

In the night was called away,
He was not there to bid me stay;
I fear his heart was full of grief,
To leave my body here to sleep.

Lillington.

On a stone in the church yard, to the memory of William Teen, is the following singular specimen of Lapidarian poetry.

I poorly lived-and poorly died,
Poorly buried-and no one cried.

Barrow-upon-Soar, Leicestershire.

On a stone in the church yard, to the memory of one
Cave, is the following inscription.

Here, in the Grave, here lies a Cave,
We call a grave a cave;

If cave be grave, and grave he cave,
Then, reader, judge, I crave;
Whether doth Cave here lie in Grave,
Or Grave here lie in Cave?
If Grave in Cave here buried lie,
Then Grave where is thy victory?
Go, reader, and report, here lies a Cave,
Who conquers death, and buries his own Grave.

Boston, Lincolnshire.

On a stone in St. John's church yard, to the memory of William Croft, (who sold shrimps in that town,) is the following inscription.

Pause, traveller, whoe'er thou art, tread soft
Upon the turf that hides poor William Croft.
Alas! that long continued voice no more
The latent sound of music shall explore-
"Shrimp it away," the tenor of his song,
As through the lane or street he moved along;
"Till, hapless day, (the truth of which attest,)
Death made a feast, invited many a guest;
At which old Will a wicker basket bore,
Replete with shrimps, a valuable store.

Death took the fish and ate them with some rusks,
And stopped poor William's windpipe with the husks.

Peterborough Cathedral.

On Jane Parker, September 19th, 1653.

Here lyeth a midwife, brought to bed,
Deliveresse delivered;

Her body being churched here,
Her soule gives thankes in yonder sphere,

TO BE RESUMED.