Chelsea Church-yard.

MISS HARRIOT GROOM,

Aged 22.

Farewell thou chosen of the Lord, farewell!
Too Heavenly, alas! on this frail earth to dwell;
Thine earliest care, to trace the path to Heav'n,
Thou died'st assur'd thy sins would be forgiven;
Thy friends, by thy example taught, their God to fear,
Live but in hopes with thee, to meet him here.

Battersea Church-yard.

IN MEMORY OF

MARGARET, Wife of SIR RUPERT GEORGE,
And Three of their Children.

To thee have been consign'd, O parent earth!
What late was beauty, innocence and mirth;
While oft in sad affliction pausing here,
Shall fond affection shed the gushing tear.

TO THE MEMORY OF

SIR EDWARD WINTER,

An East India Captain,

Who, in the reign of CHARLES II. relates that being attacked in the woods by a Tiger, he placed himself ou the side of a pond, and when the Tiger flew at him, he caught him in his arms, fell back with him into the water, got upon him and kept him down, till he had drowned him. This adventure as well, as another wonderfull exploit is vouched for, by the following lines:

Alone unarm'd, a Tiger he oppress'd,

And crush'd to death that monster of a beast; Thrice twenty mounted Moors he overthrew, Singly on foot, some wounded, some he slew, Dispers'd the rest-what more could Sampson do?

ON A BLACKSMITH.

My sledge and hammer lie declin'd,
My bellows too have lost their wind;
My fire's extinct, my forge decay'd,
My vice is in the dust all laid;
My coal is spent, my iron gone,
My nails are drove, my work is done.
My fire-dried corpse here lies at rest,
My soul, smoke-like, soars to be blest.

Greenwich Church-yard.

ON WEST WAITE,

Son of the Rev. Thomas Waite, of this Parish.

He was a child of a most amiable and affectionate

His afflicted parents

Find their only consolation for his irreparable loss,
In the confidence that he is gone
To a far more kind and indulgent parent,
His Father and their Father,

His God and their God.

Forgive sweet spirit, in the realms of rest,
The tear affection sheds, that thou art blest.

ON TWO INFANTS.

Rest spotless babes, beneath this stone,
Cropt like the flowers in early bloom;
Safe from the ills of worldly strife,
Which plant with thorns a length of life.

ON ANN AND MARTHA,

Two wives of

JAMES DIXON.

Folded in clay, two virtuous wives lie here,
Who made their husbands' peace their constant care;
No pride or envy in their lives appear'd,
Admired when living, and when dead rever'd.

IN MEMORY OF

MRS. DAVIS,
Aged 26.

Her partner now consoles himself
With hopes not form'd in vain ;
That as her happy soul's at rest,
His loss must be her gain.

ON MRS. ANN COURT,
Aged 32.

May spotless spirits of the just
Watch o'er her tomb and guard her dust,
Preserve it safe in soft repose,

Till the arch-angel's trumpet blows;
And then immortal may it rise,

And mount in glory to the skies.

IN MEMORY OF

MISS SOPHIA RICHARDSON,

Aged 19.

Sleep soft in dust, wait the Almighty's will;
Then rise unchanged and be an angel still.

ON MR. RICHARD BRAINE.

When self-esteem or others' adulation.
Above ourselves, doth ambition rear,

The grave gain-says, smooth flattery's false complexion,
And bluntly points out to us what we are.

ON TWO TWIN SISTERS.

Fair marble, tell to future days,
That here two virgin sisters lie,
Whose life employ'd each tongue in praise;
Whose death gave tears to ev'ry eye.

In stature, beauty, years, and fame,
Together as they grew, they shone;

So much alike, so much the same,

That death mistook them both for one,