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IN GRANTHAM CHURCH YARD.

John Palfryman which lieth here,
Was aged twenty-four year;

And near this place his mother lies,
Also his father when he dies.

Here lies ROBERT FERGUSSON, Poet, Born September 5th, 1751.—Died 16th October, 1774.

No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay,
"No storied urn nor animated bust,"

This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way,
To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.

On the other side of the stone is as follows:

"By special grant of the managers to Robert Burns, "who erected this stone, this burial place is to remain "for ever sacred to the memory of Robert Fergusson."

On a Lawyer.

God works wonders now and then,
Here lies a Lawyer dy'd an honest man.

STEPNEY.

Captain John Dunch died 25th November, 1695,.

aged 67.

Tho' Boreas' blasts and Neptune's waves

Have toss'd me to and fro,

In spight of both, by God's decree,

I harbour here below.

Where I do now at anchor ride

With many of our fleet;

Yet once again I must set sail,
Our Admiral Christ to meet..

ST MARY'S YORK

To the memory of a young maiden, who was acci-dentally drowned December 24th, 1790.

BY HER LOVER.

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Nigh to the river Ouse in York's fair city,
Unto this pretty maid death shew'd no pity;
As soon as she'd her pail of water fill'd,
Came sudden death, and life like water spill'd.

Here lies Randolph Peter, of Oriel, the Eater;
Whoe'er you are, tread softly, I intreat you
For if he chance to wake, be sure, he'll eat you.

On Tom Lock, a Fisherman at East Bourne, Sussex, Who was a good Cook, but addicted to drinking Moonshine.

Died Anno, 1778.

Ye men of East Bourne, and the neighbouring shore, Bewail your loss! Tom Lock-he is no more!

Where will

ye find a man of equal parts, Vers'd in the boatman's and the kitchen arts?

Equally skilful, if at land or sea,

And to behold a perfect prodigy,

His neck distended to uncommon size,
His croaking voice, and then his swollen eyes,
Were such true emblems of the life he led,

You'll not much wonder that he now lies dead,
''Twas moonshine brought him to this fatal end,
Not one dark night did e'er poor Tom befriend!
In vain for him did Sol his light display,
'Twas always moonshine either night or day.

In the Church at Kendal, Westmoreland, written by Dr. Watson, Bishop of Landaff.

In memory of

SIR JOHN WILSON, KNT.

One of his Majesty's Justices of the Court of
Common Pleas.

Born at the Howe in Applethwaite, 6th of August 1741.
Died at Kendal, 18th of October, 1793.

He did not owe his Promotion
To the weight of

Great Connections, which he never courted;
Nor to the Influence of

Political Parties, which he never joined ;
But to his Professional Merit,
And the unsolicited Patronage of the
Lord Chancellor Thurlow,

Who, in recommending to his Majesty
So profound a Lawyer,
And so good a Man,

Realized the hopes and expectations of the whole Bar,
Gratified the general wishes of the Country,
And did honour to

His own Discernment and Integrity.

On William Rich of Lydeard Close.
Beneath this stone in sound repose,
Lies William Rich of Lydeard Close:
Eight wives he had yet none survive,
And likewise children eight times five;
From whom an issue vast did pour
Of great grand-children five times four.
Rich born, rich bred, but fate adverse
His wealth and fortune did reverse.
He lived and died immensely poor,
July the 10th aged ninety-four.

In a Country Church-Yard, Cornwall. Here lie without the walls *,

Because there is no room within,

They kept such braw's:

Here I lie and have no rent to pay,
And yet I lie as warm as they.
*Of the Church.

On the King of Spain.

Here lies the last King Charles of Spain,
Who all his life ne'er made campaign :
He made no children, girl nor boy,
Nor gave two wives one nuptial joy
What has this valiant prince then done,
Who long possest so vast a throne?
E'en nothing, neither good nor ill,
Nay, not so much as made his will.

In Bideford Church-Yard, Devon,
The wedding-day appointed was,
And wedding clothes provided;
Before the nuptial day, alas!
He sicken'd and he die did.

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