The eldest son the next did go,
The younger might in vain say, No;
But as they all received their breath,
So did they soon resign to death;
For to enjoy that heav'nly rest,

Which is ordain'd for those who are blest.

In the Cross-Aisle,

A monument of marble and other stone, at the north end of this aisle, adorned with columns, entablature, and arched piedment of the Ionic order; also the figure of the deceased, habited in a gown lined with fur and cumbent, his head reposing on the palm of his right hand, in the left a book, also a cherub.

Here Lockyer lies interr'd, enough his name
Speaks, one hath few competitors in fame;
A name so great, so general it may scorn
Inscriptions which do vulgar tombs adorn!
A diminution 'tis to write in verse

His eulogies which most men's mouths rehearse ;
His virtues and his pills are so well known,
That envy can't confine them under stone;
But they'll survive his dust, and not expire
Till all things else at the universal fire.
This verse is lost, his pills embalm him safe
To future times without an epitaph.

Deceased, April 26, A. D. 1672, aged 72.

A MONUMENT

On the west Wall of the south stern of the Cross-Aisle.

Inscribed:

Monumentum viri justi.

IN MEMORY OF

JOHN SYMONS,

Citizen and White Baker, London;

Who departed this life, the 10th of August, 1625,

And was a good benefactor unto this parish, who gave to the poor £8. per annum for ever, to be distributed on the feast-day of St. Thomas, before Christmas, and unto St. George's parish Southwark, the sum of £10. per annum for ever; and unto the parish of St. Mary's, Newington in Surry, the sum £5. per annum for ever. These sums to come unto the parishes, after the decease of his father Samuel Symons, who yet liveth, in the year 1631.

His flesh interr'd here once contain❜d a spirit,
Who by God's mercy and a Saviour's merit,
Departed in that constant hope of trust,
To reign eternally among the just;

To live and die well, was his whole endeavour,
And in assurance died to live for ever.

Here were also buried

THOMAS YOUNG, CLARENCEX

King at Arms ;

WILLIAM, LORD SEALES;

WILLIAM, EARL WARREN ;.

JOHN BUCKLAND GLOVER ;

1635.

With this Epitaph :—

Not twice ten years of age, a weary breath Have I exchang'd for a happy death; My course so short, the longer is my rest, God takes them soonest, whom he loveth best; For he that's born to-day and dies to-morrow, Loseth some time of rest, but more of sorrow.

ON A STONE

In the New Chapel, under the Grocer's-Arms.

Garret some call'd him, but that was too high, His name is Garrard who now here doth lie; He in his youth was toss'd by many a wave, But now at port arriv'd, rests in his grave. The Church he did frequent while he had breath, And wish'd to lie therein after his death; Weep not for him, since he is gone before To Heav'n, where grocers there are many more.

HERE ALSO,

On the 28th of November, 1807,

Was buried

ABRAHAM NEWLAND, Esq.

Fifty years the faithful and diligent Cashier to the Bank of England.

Bermondsey Cburch-¥ard,

ON CAPTAIN RANDLE FOREMAN,
Who died, 1st April, 1818,

Aged 62 years.

This life's a voyage, the world's a sea,
Where men are strangely toss'd about:
Heaven's our port, steer thou that way,
There thou shalt anchor safe no doubt.

ON TWO BABES.

Sleep lovely babes and take your rest,
God calls them first, that he loves best.

ON MARY SNELL,

Aged 16.

Consumption like, with rapid pow'r,
Hath nipt the bud of this most beauteous flow'r ;
We've lost thee-'tis the will of Him who gave,
To lay thy sorrows in the silent grave.
To waft thy virtuous soul to realms above,
Where all is happiness, and all is love;
Through thy Redeemer's love, to bear thee hence,
Thy patient sufferings there to recompense.
Let it be ours to own the hand of God,
And humbly bend, beneath his chast'ning rod;
That when Christ calls us, we may joyful rise,
And meet to part no more beyond the skies.

MARTHA FARMER,

Died, 1780; aged 16.

A soul prepar'd needs no delay,
The summons comes, the saints obey;
Swift was her flight and short the road,
She clos'd her eyes, and saw her God.

A virtuous careful and industrious wife,
Each duty fill'd thro' every stage of life;
Attend ye females of the rising race,
Her virtues copy, and her footsteps trace.