"This rich marble deth inter

The honour'd wife of WINCHESTER

A Viscount's daughter, an E....
Besides what her virtues lair

Added to her noble birth.

More than she could own frearà

Summers three times

She had told, alas. to..
After so short time of ..
To house with darkne

Yet had the number of Let sy
Been as complete as Was be
Nature and Fate had a
In giving limit to her b.

Her high birth, and a gr
Quickly found a lover Leet,
The virgin quire for her ret
The god that sits at marg.
He at their invoking came
But with a scarce well-de
And in his garland, as he ****
Ye might discern a cypress
Once had the early matrons run
To greet her of a lovely son,
And now with second hope she g
And calls Lucina to her throes:
But whether by mischance or blame.
Atropos for Lucina came,
And with remorseless cruelty,
Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree:
The hapless babe, before his birth,
Had burial, yet not laid in earth;
And the languish'd mother's womb
Was not long a living tomb.

So have I seen some slender slip,
Sav'd with care from winter's nip;
The pride of her carnation train
Pluck'd up by some unheedy swain,
Who only thought to crop the flower
New shot up from vernal shower
the fair blossom hangs the h
ays as on a dring d

EPITAPHS, ETC.

In Westminster Abbey, on a Roman tablet, is this innption :

"Here lyes HENRY PURCELL, Esq., who left this life, and is gone to that blessed place where only his harmony can be excelled. He died 21st day of November, 1695, in the 37th year of his age."

On that once celebrated British minstrel CHARLES
INCLEDON, Esq., in imitation of Gray's epitaph:-
**Here rests from song, and bacchanalian mirth,

A wag to music, glee, and song well known;
Apollo frown'd not on his humble birth,
And rosy Bacchus mark'd him for his own.
Trie to that God, sincere as to his lass,

The god an ample recompense did send ;-
He gave the minstrel all he had—a glass;
'Twas all he wish'd-'twas dearer than a friend.
But of his failings here no more disclose,

He had his virtues, let them step between
And say Poor Charley! sleep in soft repose,
Till Nature's God shall change the gloomy scene.

H

GEORGE FREDERICK HANDEL, the celebrated musical composer, was buried in Westminster Abbey. Over the place of his interment is a monument executed by Roubilliac, representing him at full length in an erect posture, with a music paper in his hand, inscribed

"I know that my Redeemer liveth,”

with the notes to which those words are so admirably
set in his "Messiah." The inscription beneath is :-
"GEORGE FREDERICK HANDEL, Esq.
Born February 23, 1684,

Died April 14, 1759.”

• This epitaph so pleased the widow of a celebrated pyrotechnician, that she ad pted it for her husband, and wrote accordingly, that "He was gone to that BLESSED place where only his FIREWORKS could be excelled."

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On an assistant musician, in Llanfilantwthyl churchyard, in Wales :

"Under this stone lies MEREDITH MORGAN,

Who blew the bellows of our church organ;
Tobacco he hated, to smoke most unwilling,
Yet never so pleased as when pipes he was filling;
No reflection on him for rude speech could be cast,
Tho' he gave our old Organist many a blast.
No puffer was he,

Tho' a capital blower;

He could fill double G,

And now lies a note lower."

On LITTLE STEPHEN, a noted fiddler in Suffolk :

"STEPHEN and Time

Are both now even;

Stephen beat Time

Now Time beats Stephen."

SERVANTS BY THEIR EMPLOYERS.

The cloisters in St. George's college, Windsor, are entered from the lower ward by an archway leading to the tomb-house. On the left as you enter, is a tablet with the following inscription (from the pen of George III.) :

:

"King George III.
Caused to be interred
Near this place, the body of
MARY GASKOIN,