Life's a farce, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it,but this information was for the tomb, when the capacity to eat, drink, and love was gone.

At the entrance of the church of San Salvador, in the city of Oviedo, in Spain, is a remarkable tomb, erected by a prince named Silo, with a very curious Latin inscription, which may be read two hundred and seventy ways, by beginning with the capital S in the centre:

SILO PRINCEPS FECIT.

TICEF SPECN CEPS FECIT
ICEF SPECN INCEPS FECI
CEF SPECNIRINCE PCFE C
EF SPEC NIR PRINCEPS FE
F SPECNIRPO PRINCEPS F
SPECNIRPOLO PRINCEPS
PECNIRPOLILO PRINCE P
ECNIRPOLISILO PRINCE
PECNIRPOLILO PRINCE P
SPECNIRPOLO PRINCEPS
FSPECNIRPO PRINCEPS F
EFSPEC NIR PRINCEPSFE

CEFSPECNIRINCEPSFEC
ICEF SPECNINCEPS FECI
TICEF SPECNCEPS FECIT

On the tomb are inscribed these letters :

H. S. E. S. S. T. T. L.

Which are the initials of the following Latin words :

Hic situs est Silo, sit tibi terra levis.

[Here lies Silo. May the earth lie lightly upon him.]

The middle line furnishes the terminal letters or syllables of

the words in the upper and lower lines, and when added they

read thus:

Quos anguis tristi diro cum vulnere stravit
Hos sanguis Christi miro tum munere lavit.

[Those who have felt the serpent's venomed wound

In Christ's miraculous blood have healing found.]

Taking the position of the words in the first line, which are placed above or over (super) those in the second, and noting the repetition of the syllables ra and ram thrice (ter), and the letter i twice (bis), the reading is easy.

O superbe quid superbis? tua superbia te superabit. Terra es et in terram ibis. Mox eris quod ego nunc.

FROM CUNWALLOW CHURCHYARD, CORNWALL.

(May be read backwards or forwards, up or down.)

Shall we all die?

We shall die all,

All die shall we,

Die all we shall.

FROM LAVENHAM CHURCH, NORFOLK, ENG.

John Weles, ob. 1694.

Quod fuit esse, quod est;

Quod non fuit esse, quod esse

Esse quod est, non est;

Quod non est, hoc erit esse.

[What was existence, is that which lies here; that which was not existence, is that which is existence; to be what is now is not to be; that which is now, is not existence, but will be hereafter.]

Or thus:

That which a being was, what is it? show;
That being which it was, it is not now;

To be what is, is not to be, you see;
That which now is not shall a being be.

ON THE MONUMENT OF JOHN OF DONCASTER.

Habeo, dedi quod alteri;

Habuique quod, dedi mihi;
Sed quod reliqui, perdidi.

[What I gave, I have;

What I spent, I had;

What I saved, I lost.]

Ye witty mortals, as you're passing by,
Remark that near this monument doth lie,
Centered in dust,

Two husbands, two wives,

Two sisters, two brothers,

Two fathers, a son,

Two daughters, two mothers,

A grandfather, grandmother, and a granddaughter,
An uncle, an aunt, and their niece followed after.
This catalogue of persons mentioned here

Was only five, and all from incest clear.

IN ST. PAUL'S, Deptford.

Rev. Dr. Conyers expired immediately after the delivery of a sermon from the text, "Ye shall see my face no more," æt. 62, 1786.

Sent by their Lord on purposes of grace,

Thus angels do his will, and see his face;

With outspread wings they stand, prepared to soar,
Declare their message, and are seen no more.

Underneath is a Latin inscription, of which the following is

PARALLELS WITHOUT A PARALLEL.

AT WINCHESTER, ENG.

On the north side of this church is the monument of two brothers of the surname Clarke, wherewith I was so taken as take them I must; and as I found them I pray accept them.

Thus an union of two brothers from Avington, the Clarkes' family, were grandfather, father, and son, successivelie clerkes of the Privy Seale in Court. The grandfather had but two sons, both Thomas.

Their wives both Amys,

Their heyres both Henry,

And the heyres of Henries both Thomas.

Both their wives were inheritrixes,

And both had two sons and one daughter.

And both their daughters issuelesse.

Both of Oxford; both of the Temple;

Both officers to Queen Elizabeth and of noble King James.
And both Justices of the Peace.

Togeather both agree in armes, one a knight, yo other a captain.
Si quæras plura; both; and so I leave ym.

BATHOS.

HOWELL'S EPITAPH ON CHARLES I.

So fell the royal oak by a wild crew

Of mongrel shrubs, that underneath him grew;
So fell the lion by a pack of curs;

So the rose withered 'twixt a knot of burs;

So fell the eagle by a swarm of gnats;

So the whale perished by a shoal of sprats!

TRANSCENDENTAL.

FROM THE CHURCHYARD OF ST. EDMUND'S, SALISBURY.
Written by a Swedenborgian named Maton, on his children.

Innocence embellishes divinely complete

To prescience co-egent now sublimely great
In the benign, perfecting, vivifying state.
So heavenly guardian occupy the skies
The pre-existent God, omnipotent, all-wise;
He shall surpassingly immortalize thy theme
And permanent thy bliss, celestial, supreme.
When gracious refulgence bids the grave resign,
The Creator's nursing protection be thine;
Then each perspiring ether shall joyfully rise
Transcendently good, supereminently wise.

CENTO.

AT NORTHBOROUGH, MASS.

On the tombstone of Rabbi Judah Monis, 40 years Hebrew Instructor in Harvard University, who was converted to Christianity in 1722, and died in 1764.

A native branch of Jacob see,

Which once from off its olive broke;
Regrafted from the living tree,

Of the reviving sap partook.
From teeming Zion's fertile womb,
As dewy drops in early morn,
Or rising bodies from the tomb,
At once be Israel's nation born.

ACROSTICAL.

AT DORCHESTER, MASS.

James Humphrey, 1686.

Rom. xi. 17, 24.

Isa. lxvi. 8.
Ps. cx. 3.

John v. 28, 29.

Isa. lxvi. 8.

I nclosed within this shrine is precious dust,

A nd only waits the rising of the just;
Most useful while he lived, adorned his station,
Even to old age served his generation,

Since his decease thought of with veneration.

How great a blessing this ruling elder he
Unto this church and town and pastors three!
Mather, the first, did by him help receive;
Flint he did next his burden much relieve;
Renowned Danforth did he assist with skill,
E steemed high by all, bear fruit until,
Yielding to death, his glorious seat did fill.

IN ASH CHURCH, KENT.

John Brooke of the Parish of Ashe,
Only he is nowe gone,

His days are past; his corps is layd

Z Now under this marble stone.

Brookstrete he was the honor of,

Robd now it is of name,
Only because he had no sede

Or children to have the same;

Knowing that all must pass away,

Even when God will, none can denay.

He passed to God in the yere of Grace

One thousand fyve hundredth fower score and two it was,

The sixteenth daye of January, I tell now playne,

The fyve and twentieth yere of Elizabeth rayne.