ON MRS. JEMIMA SIMONS. If even faults my life disclose, In pity shed a tear; And what in me you saw a-miss, St. Asaph's Church-yard, Ereenwich. ON MARY, Wife of GEORGE OLIVER. Praise to my wife is truly due, ON AN HONEST SAILOR. Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast! Woolwich Church-yard. ON MASTER JOHN HARVEY, Aged 12 years. Stranger! the youth that sleeps beneath this stone, Was kind, was young, and beauty on him shone ; Sweet was his temper and his sense was sound, Patient in pain, and lov'd by all around. He was a mother's hope, a father's joy, Weep not fond parents while you view the bed, Yes the last sigh, that whisper'd soft, adieu! IN MEMORY OF LIEUTENANT GEORGE WILLIAMSON, Of the Royal Regiment of Artillery; Who died suddenly, November 11, 1781; aged 77 years. He was descended from an ancient and honorable family of that name, in the bishoprick of Durham. He married Jane, the only daughter of Captain Roger Pedley, who, by her mother Isabella Muir, was lineally descended from ROBERT II. King of Scotland. They left issue only one, Colonel Adam Williamson, who marrird Ann, second daughter of Thomas Jones, Esq. of East Wickham, Kent; who caused this moment to be erected to the memory of the best of fathers. ON W. SHAW, Who was drowned, 21st July, 1803; Aged 5 years. In the cold stream my limbs were chill'd, I fainted, sunk, and died away. ON MR. ANTHONY STROTHER. Christian sedate, by contemplation led, If nature prompts thee, drop the trickling tear, Here remains the mortal part of MR. SAMUEL HARDIN, Aged 80. For his charity he had the blessing of the humble; For his manners the approbation of the opulent. He lived in virtue, And died in confidence of eternal bliss. "An honest man's the noblest work of God." TO THE MEMORY OF MR. JAMES TAYLOR, Who was unfortunately burnt to death, At the Pagoda in St. James's Park, London, On the night of the grand Jubilee, August 1, 1814; aged 32 years. A loving husband and a father dear, How long shall earth's alluring joys, eyes; Regardless of immortal joys, And strangers to the skies. ON MR. JAMES REID. The time we have allotted here, |