We copied the following five epitaphs from Hessle-road cemetery, Hull:--

WILLIAM EASTON,

Who was lost at sea,

In the fishing smack Martha,

In the gale of January, 1865.

Aged 30 years.

When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming;

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

No hope lends a ray the poor fisher to cherish.

Oh hear, kind Jesus; save, Lord, or we perish!

In affectionate remembrance of

THOMAS CRACKLES

Humber Pilot, who was drowned off

The Lincolnshire Coast,

During the gale, October 19th, 1869.

Aged 24 years.

How swift the torrent rolls

That hastens to the sea;

How strong the tide that bears our souls

On to Eternity.

In affectionate remembrance of

DAVID COLLISON,

Who was drowned in the "Spirit of the Age,"

Off Scarborough, Jan. 6th, 1864.

Aged 36 years.

I cannot bend over his grave,

He sleeps in the secret sea;

And not one gentle whisp'red wave

Can tell that place to me.

Although unseen by human eyes,

And mortal know'd it not;

Yet Christ knows where his body lies,

And angels guard the spot.

ROBERT PICKERING, who was

Drowned from the smack "Satisfaction,"

On the Dutch coast, May 7, 1869.

Aged 18 years.

The waters flowed on every side,

No chance was there to save;

At last compelled, he bowed and died,

And found a watery grave.

In affectionate remembrance of

WILLIAM HARRISON,

53 years Mariner of Hull,

Who died October 5th, 1864.

Aged 70 years.

Long time I ploughed the ocean wide,

A life of toil I spent;

But now in harbour safe arrived

From care and discontent.

My anchor's cast, my sails are furled,

And now I am at rest.

Of all the parts throughout the world,

Sailors, this is the best.

Our next example is copied from a stone which is so fast decaying that

already some parts of the inscription are obliterated:--

Sacred

to the memory

of

WILLIAM WALKER,

. . . . .r of the Sloop Janatt,

. . . . . . . who was unfortunately

drowned off Flamborough Head,

17th April, 1823.

Aged 41 years.

This stone was Erected by

his Countrymen in

remembrance of his Death.

I have left the troubled ocean,

And now laid down to sleep,

In hopes I shall set sail

Our Saviour Christ to meet.

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