St. Helen's Church, London. SIR THOMAS GRESHAM, Knight, Was buried December the 15th, 1579. Stowe, Buckinghamshire. SIR THOMAS GRESHAM, Having enriched himself and his country, The timber which originally built the Royal Exchange, was all taken from, and framed on, sir Thomas's estate, at Battisford, near Stowmarket, in the county of Suffolk. Battisford tye is a large common of about 200 acres, where the sawing pits remain to this day. When the new edifice was opened, queen Elizabeth (Jan. 29, 1570) came and dined with the founder; and caused a herald with a trumpet to proclaim it by the name of the Royal Exchange. FOR G. H. ESQ. The poor man weeps-here G-n sleeps, Whom canting wretches blam'd: But with such as he, where'er he be, May I be sav'd or d-d! ON THE LATE REV. JOSEPH FAWCETT, Who, when he was most admired as a preacher, withdrew, and spent the remainder of his life in retirement at Walthamstow, in Essex. He, whom the listening crowd admir'd, A preacher, with whom few compare, Such modesty with worth combin'd, And, his whole soul in peace possess'd, He wrote a poem on War. The famous John of Gaunt gave Sutton Park, Bedfordshire to Sir Roger Burgoyne by the following laconic will, still preserved in Doctor's Commons: "I, John of Gaunt, Do give and do grant Shrewsbury. In 1739, the weather-cock was blown on one side, when a person of the name of Cadman engaged to take it down, which he soon afterwards did, and then put it in its place again. He fixed a rope from the top of the spire to a tree in a field on the opposite side of the river, and to various other places; and for a few times slided from thence without any injury: but on candlemass day in the same year, after beating a drum, firing pistols, &c. he attempted to slide down the rope across the river, but it broke soon after he had trusted his weight upon it, and he was consequently dashed to pieces. He was buried on the same day, the 2nd of February, 1739, at the foot of the steeple, and a plain slab was fixed to the wall over his grave, with this quaint inscription now scarcely legible: Let this fatal monument record the name How by an attempt to fly from this high spire, No, no, a faulty cord, being drawn too tight On the Rev. Dr. Waldo, Here lies death's chum, facetious Peter, * Drinker, one of Dr. Waldo's cant words. Shrewsbury. In the Church-yard but now almost obliterated, is an inscription to the memory of William White, a Quarter-master of horse, in the reign of William In Irish wars I fought for England's glory; I saw great Schomberg fall, likewise the brave St. Ruth, And here I come to die, not there in my youth. Through dangers great I have pass'd many a storm, Die we all must, as sure as we are born. FOR: R. A. ESQ. Know thou, O stranger, to the fame ON KATHARINE GRAY, Who kept a Potter's Shop at Chester. Beneath this stone lies old Katharine Gray, |