Go, female sweetness join'd with manly sense;
Go, winning wit that ne'er gave offence;
Go, soft humanity that blest the poor;
Go, short-ey'd patience from affliction's door;
Go, modesty that never wore a frown;
Go, virtue and receive thy heav'nly crown.

Not from a stranger came this heart-felt verse;
The friend inscrib'd thy tomb, whose tears bedew'd
thy hearse.

RICHARD PENDRELL,

Preserver and conductor to his sacred Majesty, King CHARLES II. of Great Britain, after his escape from Worcester fight, in the year 1651, who died, February 8, 1671.

Hold passenger! here's shrouded in this hearse,
Unparalleled Pendrell, thro' the universe,
Like when the eastern star from Heav'n gave light,
To three lost kings! so he in such a dark night,
To Britain's monarch, toss'd by adverse war,
On earth appear'd a second eastern star ;
A pole, a stern, in her rebellious main,
A pilot to her royal sov'reign;

Now to triumph in Heav'n's eternal sphere,
He's hence advanc'd for his just steerage here;
Whilst Albion's chronicles, with matchless fame,
Embalm the story of great Pendrell's name !

White-chapel Church-pard.

MRS. ANN RICHARDS,

Aged 42.

Whilst Sinai's fearful thunders roll,
And clouds of wrath, from pole to pole,
Hang low'ring on the guilty soul.
Sleep'st thou sinner, haste arise,
Lest death eternal close thine eyes ;
God yet can hear the voice of prayer,
This moment lost may bring despair.

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Eamberwell Church-yard.

MRS. ANN BROWN,

Sincere in her friendship, Endearing to her husband, compassionate To the distressed,

And obedient to her Creator.

She exchanged this life for a better,
July 5, 1763; aged 59.

ON JOHN GREEN,

Who died in his Infancy.

Ye guardian angels who surround the just,
Preserve each atom of this silent dust;
Here unmolested may it sweetly sleep,
While I surviving only live to weep ;.
To weep, inglorious thought! I'll rather stay
To wait and long for that approaching day,
When our remains shall in one grave unite,
And spirits greet, with infinite delight.

MARY, Wife of H. VOGUELL, Esq.

Aged 28.

Say then did bounteous Heav'n dispense
Such beauty, wit, and social sense,
To meet an early doom;
How soon the purest soul is fled
To join the visionary dead,

And share the silent tomb.

Fond man, thy vain complaints give o'er,
Frail as the blossom of an hour,

Thy shadowing term is given;
Yet God his fav'rite votary knows,
Contracts the span replete with woes,
And calls the saint to Heaven.

IN MEMORY OF

MRS. ALDIS,

Aged 56.

In death's soft slumbers lull'd to rest,
The suffering frame, no more distress'd
Lies safely and in peace;

Till the last morn's immortal ray,
Pours on the tomb eternal day,

And wakes it into bliss.

ON CHARLOTTE HOWARD,

Aged 4 years.

Sweet lovely blossom opening to the day,
Scarce had its beauties hail'd its genial ray,
When the fierce blast of death, by Heav'n's decree,
Rush'd by and tore thee from thy parent tree;
As the seed grain committed to the earth,
By power vivific, feels a second birth;

So shall thy form more beauteous, glorious rise,
And flourish ever green in purer skies.

ON A CERTAIN MISER.

Here lies one who for med'cines would not give,
A little gold, and so his life he lost :

I fancy now he'd wish again to live,

Could he but guess how much his funeral cost.

ON MRS. FRIEND,

Wife of

MR. CHARLES FRIEND,

Daughter of William Press, Esquire,
And Sister of the Honorable BRIDES HENNIKER ;
Who died in the prime of life.

Ah! dear Eliza, could my pen reveal,
Your worth, your virtues, and the loss I feel;
But words are vain, my heart alone can bear,
The lov'd impression of your image there,

IN MEMORY OF

MR. JAMES BLAKE,

Who sailed round the World with Captain Cook.

The boisterous main I've travers'd o'er,

New seas and lands explor'd,

But now at last, am anchor'd fast,

In peace and silence moor'd;

Now to explore the realms of bliss unknown to mortals here,

And Heav'n, in a Heav'nly port, great God to praise and fear.

Hope all present sorrows heal,

All earthly joys transcend,

Hopes to possess, and taste, and feel,

Delights that ne'er end.