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In Brodsworth, Yorkshire ; on the Hon. Miss DRUMMOND. Here sleeps what once was beauty, once was grace;
Grace, with that tenderness and sense combin'd To form that harmony of soul and face,
Where beauty shines, the mirror of the mind.
In virgin innocence, in nature's pride;
Sunk in her father's fond embrace and died.
Faith lends her aid to ease Affliction's load; The parent mourns the child upon the bier, The Christian yields an angel to his God.
In Bristol Cathedral, on MARY, the Wife of the Rev. W. Mason, who died March 27, 1767; aged
Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,
Take that best gift, which Heav'n so lately gave; To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care
Her faded form ; she bow'd to taste the wave, And died : does youth, does beauty read the line?
Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead Maria, breathe a strain divine ;
E'en from the grave thou shalt have pow'r to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent like thee;
Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move ; And if so fair, from vanity as free,
As firm iņ friendship, and as fond in love;
Tell, tho' 'tis an awful thing to die,
('Twas e'en to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high, And bids the pure in heart behold their God.
In Beckenham, Kent ; on MRS. MARY CLARKE, Wife of DR. CLARKE, Physician at Epsom, Surrey : who died 27th April, 1757.
Lo ! where this silent marble weeps,
Here lies the bodies of three children dear,
ON LADY LUCY LYTTLETON.
Made to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes ;
On MARIA, from the Carlisle Journal, February, 1820.
A prey to grief and pain no more,
Maria sleeps beneath this tomb;
Whose beauty could no sweeter bloom.
Too spotless for a world like this ;
Then snatch'd her for the realm of bliss.
So shines the dew drop on the rose ;
So sinks the dew drop to repose.
ON DR. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.
The body of
Its contents worn out,
Lies here-food for worms :
Yet, the work shall not be lost,
In a new and beautiful edition,
In Litchfield Cathedral, on MR. and Miss SEWARD.
Blush not, marble,
The memory of
If not of fortune :
Low and humble state,
Beheld and blessed it
To teach mistaken man,
He lived to the amazing age of
One hundred and sixty-nine,
Was interred December 6th, 1670,
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 memoryhe answered, that when the battle of Flodden was fought, he was turned of twelve years of age, and