In the Abbey church-yard of Paisley.

Heir lyis ane honest man, callit

THOMAS PITER,

Bailzie of Paslay,

Qvha deceissit, ye 10th of Nov. Anno 1609;

And Janet Vrie, his spovs, and John Piter, thair sone,

and Margaret Craig, his spovs;

Qvha decessit, ye 30th of Octob. Anno 1617.

Christ's church, Dublin,

On the south side of the Communion table, is a monument of black and white marble, for the late Bishop of Kildare, with his arms underneath this Inscription.

In a Vault near this Place lie the remains of

THOMAS FLETCHER, D. D.

For near 16 years Bishop of Kildare, and Dean of this Church;

He departed this life, on March 8, 1761;

In hope and expectation of a joyful resurrection.

Reader!

If thou knewest him, thou needest not be told,
If he was not known to thee,
Thou wilt not easily conceive,

With what exemplary goodness and unfeigned piety,
With what earnest but rational

And well conducted zeal for the true religion;

With what unwearied patience and resignation,
With what engaging cheerfulness,

Under a long severe and painful illness;

With what solidity of judgement and integrity of heart, He filled up the character of a Christian Bishop.

ON DEMAR,

An Usurer in Dublin.

Beneath this verdant hillock lies
Demar, the wealthy, and the wise:
His heirs, that he might safely rest,
Have put his carcase in a chest ;
The very chest in which, they say,
His other half, his money lay;
And if his heirs continue kind
To that dear self he left behind,
I dare believe that four in five
Will think his better half alive.

DEAN SWIFT.

Here lyeth Menalcas, as dead as a logge,
Who lived like a devill, and died like a dogge;
Here doth he lye said I? then saye I lye,
For from this place he parted by-and-bye.
But here he made his descent into hell,
Without either booke, candle, or bell.

St. Mary's Cathedral, Limerick.

On the Pillar near the western door.

MOMENTO MORI.

Here lieth little Samuel Barrington, that great undertaker,

Of famous cities, clock and chime maker ;
He made his own time to go early and later,
But now he's return'd to God, his Creator;
The 19th November then he ceas'd,
And for his memory, this is here plac'd.

BY HIS SON BEN, 1693.

En Dundalk church-yard.

ON ROBERT MOORE.

Here lies the body of Robert Moore,
What signifies more words?

Who kill'd himself by eating of cur :
But if he had been rul'd by Sarah his wife,
He might have liv'd all the days of his life.

Armagh church-yard,

The following Inscription is placed under a dial erected over the grave of

EDWARD BOND, Esq.

Who ordered one hundred pounds to be given to the Poor, instead of a pompous funeral, 1744.

No marble pomp, no monumental praise;
My tomb this dial, my epitaph these lays.
Pride and low mould'ring clay but ill agree;
Death levels me to beggars: kings to me.
Alive, instruction was my work each day;
Dead, I persist instruction to convey.
Here, Reader! mark (perhaps now in thy prime)
The stealing steps of never-standing time:
Thou'lt be what I am; catch the present hour;
Employ that well, for that's within thy power.