ON DR. BENJAMIN FRANKLIŃ. The body of By the Author. BY HIMSELF. In Litchfield Cathedral, on MR. and MISS SEWARD. Amid these aisles where once his precepts flow'd, And those he lov'd in life are near. For him, for them a daughter bade it rise, Memorial of domestic charities; Still would you know, why o'er the marble spread, BOLTON, YORKSHIRE. Blush not, marble, HENRY JENKINS; A person obscure by birth, He was enriched with the goods of nature, And happy in the duration, Tho' the partial world With a patriarch's health and length of days ! "These blessings are entail'd on temperance," He lived to the amazing age One hundred and sixty-nine, of Was interred December 6th, 1670, And had this justice done to his memory, 1743. As Jenkins was born before parish registers were kept in churches, his age could only be known from circumstances. When a witness on a trial at York, being asked by one of the Judges, what particular battle or other event happened within his memory— he answered, that when the battle of Flodden was fought, he was turned of twelve years of age, and saw the Earl of Surrey march northward at the head, of his army. That the Earl rested with the army one day at Northallerton, and an order was sent from him to all the neighbouring parishes to furnish each a certain number of bows and arrows; and that being in harvest, the arrows were sent on horseback, attended by some of the boys, all the men being employed in reaping. That he was sent to take care of the horses belonging to Bolton, and saw the arrows delivered at Northallerton; after which he brought home the horses, and in a few days heard that the Scots were defeated and their King slain. Being asked how he had lived, he said by thatching, and salmon fishing; that when he was served with a subpoena, he was thatching a house; and would dub a hook with any man in Yorkshire. That he had been Butler to Lord Conyners, of Hornby Castle, and that Marmaduke Brodelay, Lord Abbot of Fountains, did frequently visit his Lordship and drink a hearty glass with him. That his Lord often sent him to inquire how the Abbot did, who always sent for him to his apartment; and after ceremonies (as Ohe called) passed, ordered him, besides wassel, a quarter of a yard of roast beef for his dinner, (for that monastery did deliver their guests' meat by measure), and a great black jack of strong drink. Being further asked, if he remembered the dissolution of religious houses, he said very well, and that he was between thirty and forty years of age, when the order came to dissolve those in Yorkshire. That great lamentation was made, and the country was all in a tumult when the monks were turned out. Jenkins 1 could neither read nor write; he retained his sight and hearing to the last. 1 Nothing can more clearly prove the age of this man than the above account; for James IV. entered England on the 24th of August, 1513, and the Earl of Surrey began his march from York on the first of September. He reviewed his army at Boroughbridge, and halted next day at Northallerton, from whence he marched north, and the battle was fought on the 9th of September, 1513; so that if Jenkins was turned of twelve at that time, he must have been born about 1500, and dying in 1670, he was at least one hundred and sixty-nine years of age. What a multitude of events, says an ingenious author, have crowded themselves into the period of this man's life. He was born when the Roman Catholic religion was established by law. He saw the supremacy of the Pope overturned; the dissolution of monasteries; Popery established again, and at last the Protestant Religion securely fixed on a rock of adamant. In his time the invincible armada was destroyed; the Republic of Holland formed. Three Queens beheaded, Anne Boylen, Catherine Howard, and Mary Queen of Scots; a King of Spain seated upon the throne of England; a King of Scotland crowned King of England, at Westminster, and his son beheaded before his own Palace, his family being proscribed as traitors; and last of all the great fire in London, which happened in 1666, at the latter end of his wonderful life. ON MISS STANLEY. Here Stanley rests, escap'd this mortal strife, Fierce pangs no more thy lively beauties stain, THOMSON. On a beautiful young LADY, who died December, 1818; aged 18 years. Alas! 'tis vain that storied marbles tell, The life-the loss-of those we lov'd so well; Snatch'd to the sad, safe, refuge of the tomb; |