On one who died at the age of 25:

"If drugs and physic could but &£re
Us mortals from the dreary grate.
"Tis known that I took full enoug
Of the Apothecary's stuff,
To have prolong'd life's busy feast
To a full century at least:
But spite of all the doctor's all.
Of daily draught and nightly
Reader, as sure as you're alive,
I was sent here at twenty-five."

In the churchyard of Woodhurst, about two miles from St. Ives, in Huntingdonshire, are the graves of two lovers, named JOHN HILL, and SALAH BOYNTON, who both died of consumption. He died 1792, in the 20th year of his age. She died in 17%, in the 23rd year of her age. The inscription on the tomb of JOHN HILL is :

"A youth is laid beneath this st

Death nipp'd the bud, the egote
Be still each parent's sighing heart,

Time is but short that we

When we again in glory met

"Twill turn past bitters alert"

The Inscription on the stone of MARAH HOYNION, consists of those four lines, beginning "A pale consump tion," and which are to be found on half a dozen stones in most churchyards.

On the Hon. SIMON HARCOURT, only son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt, who died A.D. 1720, and inscribed on a monument in Stanton Harcourt church, in Oxfordshire (written by Alexander Pope) :—

"To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near,

Here lies the friend most lov'd-the Son most dear! Who ne'er knew joy, but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.

How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what HARCOURT cannot speak, Oh, let thy once-lov'd friend inscribe thy stone, And, with a father's sorrows, mix his own."

On a young man :—

"Underneath this stone-lies a youth
Renown'd for probity and truth,
Sober he was, wise, temperate;
Contented with a small estate,
Which no foul av'rice did increase,
Nor wanton luxury make less.
While yet but young, his father died,
And left him to a happy guide:
Not Lemuel's mother with more care
Did counsel or instruct her heir;
Or teach with more success her son
The vices of the time to shun.
And he just gratitude did show,
To one who had obliged him so:

Nothing too much for her he thought,

By whom he was so bred and taught;

So early made that path to tread,

Which did his youth to honour lead.
His short life did a pattern give,

How neighbours, husbands, sons should live.
Approv'd by all, and lov'd so well,

Though young, like fruit that's ripe, he fell."

In Stepney churchyard, Middlesex :"Here THOMAS SAFFIN lies interr'd, Ah, why? Born in New England, did in London die;

Was the third son of right, begot upon
His mother Martha, by his favour'd John ;
Much favour'd by his Prince he 'gan to be,
But nipt by death at the age of twenty-three.
Fatal to him was that we small-pox name,
By which his mother and two brethren came
Also to breathe their last, nine years before,
And now have left their father to deplore
The loss of all his children, with his wife,
Who, was the joy and comfort of his life.

Deceased June the 18th, 1687."*

On a beloved daughter of the Rev. L. Sterne :"Columns and labour'd urns but vainly shew, An idle scene of decorated woe;

:

The sweet companion and the friend sincere, Need no mechanic help to force the tear; For heart-felt numbers never meant to shine, 'Twill flow eternal o'er a hearse like thine; 'Twill flow whilst gentle goodness has one friend, Or kindred tempers have a tear to lend."

In Worlingworth church :

"Memoriæ Sacrum

ELIZABETH, the Only Child of John and Hester CORDY, of Woodbridge (late of this Parish), who

on the 6th December, 1824, was suddenly snatched away
by Death, in the eleventh Year of her age.
"As the sweet flower that scents the morn
But withers in the rising day:
Thus lovely was our cherub's dawn:
Thus swiftly fled her life away.

This, the blest theme that cheers our voice,
The grave is not our darling's prison,

The stone that cover'd all our joys

Is roll'd away,- -and 'she is risen.'

* Saffin's tomb was restored by his countrymen in 1750.

On the Hon. SIMON HARCOURT, only son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt, who died A.D. 1720, and inscribed on a monument in Stanton Harcourt church, in Oxfordshire (written by Alexander Pope)::

"To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near,

Here lies the friend most lov'd-the Son most dear! Who ne'er knew joy, but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.

How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak! If Pope must tell what HARCOURT cannot speak, Oh, let thy once-lov'd friend inscribe thy stone, And, with a father's sorrows, mix his own."

On a young man :—

"Underneath this stone-lies a youth
Renown'd for probity and truth,
Sober he was, wise, temperate;
Contented with a small estate,
Which no foul av'rice did increase,
Nor wanton luxury make less.
While yet but young, his father died,
And left him to a happy guide:
Not Lemuel's mother with more care
Did counsel or instruct her heir;
Or teach with more success her son
The vices of the time to shun.
And he just gratitude did show,
To one who had obliged him so:
Nothing too much for her he thought,
By whom he was so bred and taught;
So early made that path to tread,

Which did his youth to honour lead.

His short life did a pattern give,

How neighbours, husbands, sons should live.
Approv'd by all, and lov'd so well,

Though young, like fruit that's ripe, he fell."

In Stepney churchyard, Middlesex :

"Here THOMAS SAFFIN lies interr'd, Ah, why? Born in New England, did in London die;