And, if so fair, from vanity as free;

As firm in friendship, and as fond in lave. Tell them, tho' 'tis an awful thing to die,

('Twas ev'n to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high,

And bids "the pure in heart behold their God."

"

Dr. Messenger Monsey was born 1693, at a Village in Norfolk educated at Cambridge; studied Physic at Norwich under Sir Benjamin Wrench, from whence he removed to Bury, and prac‐ ticed there as a Physician.-Through the interest of Lord Godolphin he was appointed Physician to Chelsea Hospital; and in a Letter to Mr. Foster during an illness, he says, having done so little good in my lifetime, I wish what you do with me now I am dead, may be of the least service to mankind; I wish my old worthy friend Mr. Adair Hawkins, may be present at the dessection, at his own desire, and to have any part of me as a memorandum of an old friend—I would give him my brains, if I was not fully assured he does not want them; so you may give them to an Alder-^ man, a page at Court, or a Shoe-black.-When you have done, I. wish you would draw up a short account of the state you find me · in, and give or send it to my most excellent friend and Physician, Dr. Heberden." ·

Dr. MESSENGER MONSEY,

Died December 26, 1788, aged 95.

Here lie my old limbs, my vexation now ends,
For I've liv'd much too long for myself and my friends;
As for church-yards and grounds which the parsons

call holy,

Tis a rank piece of priestcraft and founded in folly;

In short, I despise them; and as for my soul, Which may mount the last day with my bones from

I think that it really hath nothing to fear

From the God of mankind, whom I truly revere;
What the next world may be, little troubles my pate;
If not better than this, I beseech thee, Oh! Fate,
When the bodies of millions fly up in a riot,
To let the old carcase of Monsey be quiet,

On one named * John..

Death came to John,

And whisper'd in his ear

You must die John;

D'ye hear?

Quoth John to death,

The news is bad:

No matter, quoth death,

I've said.

* It was his usual custom in company, when he told them any. thing, to ask d'ye hear? And if any said he did not hear him John would reply, no matter, I've said.

A White Chapel Epitaph.

Here lies honest Stephen with Mary his bride,'
Who merrily liv'd, and chearfully dy❜d.

They laugh'd and they lov'd, and drank while they were able,

But now they are forc'd to knock under the table.
This marble which formerly serv'd 'em to drink on,
Now covers their bodies; a sad thing to think on
That do what one can to moisten our clay,
"Twill one day be ashes, and moulder away.

BOLTON, YORKSHIRE.

Blush not, marble!
To rescue from oblivion

The memory of

HENRY JENKINS;

A person obscure by birth,

But of a life truly memorable :
For

He was enriched with the goods of nature,
If not of fortune;

And happy in the duration,

If not variety of his enjoyments:
And

Tho' the partial world

Despised and disregarded
His low and humble state,
The equal eye of Providence
Beheld and blessed it

With a patriarch's health and length of days!
· To teach mistaken man,

"These blessings are entail'd on temperance,"
"A life of labour, and a mind at ease.".
He lived to the amazing age of

One hundred and sixty-nine,

Was interred here December 6th, 1670,
And had this justice done to his memory 1743.

Henry Jenkins lived till he was an hundred and sixty-nine years of age. A remarkable circumstance discovered the age of this man ; as parish registers were not kept in churches till the year 1536, the extraordinary longevity of this man would have been questionable, had it not been well authenticated by circumstances. Being sworn a witness in a cause of an hundred and twenty years, the judge could not help reproving him, till he said he was then butler to the Lord Conyers; and, at length, his name was found in some old register of the Lord Conyers's 'menial servants. Dr. Tancred Robinson, who sent the account of this man to the Royal Society, adds farther, that Henry Jenkins, coming into his sister's kitchen to beg an alms, he asked him, how old he was? After a little pausing, he said, he was about one hundred and sixty-two or three. The Doctor asked him, what Kings he remembered? He said. “ Henry the Eighth." What public things he could longest remember? He said, "The fight at Flowden Field." Whether the King was there? He said, "No, he was in France, and the Earl of Surrey was General." How old he was then? He said,

About twelve years old." The Doctor inspected an old Chronicle that was in the house, and found that the Battle of Flowden Field was one hundred and fifty-two years before; that the Earl he named was General; and that Henry the Eighth was than at Tournay.

Jenkins was a poor man, and could neither write nor read⚫

The battle of Flowden Field was fought September the 9th. 1513, the English forces commanded by the Earl of Surrey, against James the Fourth of Scotland, whose army was defeated, and the King slain.

WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

Thomas Parr, of the county of Salop,
Born anno 1483.

He lived in the reigns of ten Princes:
Viz.

Edward the 4th, Edward the 5th, Richard the 3d,
Henry the 7th, Henry the 8th, Edward the 6th,
Mary, Elizabeth, James, and Charles,
He died in London,

Aged 152 years,

And was buried here November 15th, 1635.

Thomas Parr married his first wife, Jane Taylor, at eighty years of age; and, in thirty-two years, she brought him but two children who died young. At the age of one hundred and two, he fell in love with Catharine Melton, whom he got with