A son that has been ever kind
Has gone and left us all behind;
Cease to weep, my Mother dear,
For I am wrapped up and lying here.
Dear Oliver has gone to rest
In Heaven above with Angels blest;
A place is vacant at our hearts.
Which never can be filled.
* * * * *
From Banbury Churchyard:
To the memory of Ric. Richards, who by a Gangreen first lost a
Toe, afterwards a Leg, and lastly his Life on the 7th day of April,
1656.
Ah! cruel Death, to make 3 Meals of one!
To taste and eat, and Eat 'till all was gone.
But know, thou Tyrant! when the Trump shall call,
He'll find his Feet, and stand when thou shalt fall.
* * * * *
The graveyard at Wigtown, Gallowayshire, Scotland, furnish the two
following:
Here lies the corps of Andrew Cowan, of Croft Angry, who died
June 6th, 1776, aged 70 years. And his son William lies beside him,
who died the 21st February, 1778, aged 17 years.
And his son John of honest fame,
Of stature small and a leg lame;
Content he was with portion small,
Keeped shop in Wigtown, and that's all.
Died August 21st, 1779, aged 32 years.
* * * * *
In Plymouth old churchyard :
Here lies the body of
Thomas Vernon,
The only _surviving_ son of
Admiral Vernon.
* * * * *
In New Hampshire:
Here lies old Caleb Ham,
By trade a bum.
When Caleb dyed the Devil cryed:
"Come, Caleb, come."
* * * * *
Lord Brougham (for an orator):
Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes,
My fate a useful moral teaches;
The hole in which my body lies
Would not contain one half my speeches.
* * * * *
On a bachelor:
At threescore winters' end I died,
A cheerless being, sole and sad;
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.
* * * * *
Here lies the body of Henry Round
Who went to sea and never was found.
* * * * *
In Thetford Churchyard, Norfolk:
My grandfather was buried here,
My cousin Jane and two uncles dear;
My father perished with an inflammation in his thighs
And my sister dropped down dead in the Minories;
But the reason why I'm here interr'd, according to my thinking,
Is owing to my good living and hard drinking.
If, therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long,
Don't drink too much wine, brandy, gin, or anything strong.
* * * * *
The celebrated Daniel Lambert's epitaph, St. Martin's, Stamford Baron,
England:
_Altus in animo, in corpore maximus._
In remembrance of that prodigy in Nature,