If death could speak, the king would say,
In justice to his crown,
His _acts_ they were the minister's,
His words they were his own.
Our friend, Mr. Thomas Broadbent Trowsdale, F.R.H.S., who has written much
and well in history, folk-lore, etc., tells us: "In the fine old church of
Chepstow, Monmouthshire, nearly opposite the reading desk, is a memorial
stone with the following curious acrostic inscription, in capital
letters:--
HERE SEPT. 9TH, 1680,
WAS BURIED
A TRUE BORN ENGLISHMAN,
Who, in Berkshire, was well known
To love his country's freedom 'bove his own:
But being immured full twenty year
Had time to write, as doth appear--