ON MISS KATHERINE JERVOISE.
Who died June 28, 1795, in the 15th year of her age.
ADIEU, Sweet maid! thus early snatch'd away
From all that life with hopeful youth could give;
Kind Heaven itself denied a longer stay,
Than just to shew, in you, how we might live.
Though young, thy age, in Reason's scale mature,
Arriv'd to where but few can farther rise,
And yet remain'd in conscious virtue pure,
Without a taint of folly or of vice.
All that with safety this frail world can grant,
You tasted in domestic peace and love:
What man on earth could such an angel want?
What surer pledge of happiness above?
Ir learning, genius, manners, void of guile,
The schoolman's labour, and the churchman's toil;
If brightest parts, devoted but to good,
A soul which ev'ry selfish view withstood;
If heavenly Charity's most winning charms,
And boundless Love, with ever outstretch'd arms;
If all the tender and domestic train
Of private Virtues, such as grace the plain,
If God's vicegerents, acting on that plan
Which most endears man's dignity to man,
E'er won thy heart-Lowth's sacred shrine survey,
And with a weeping world thy tearful tribute pay.
SWINBROOK CHURCH, NEAR BURFORD, OXFORDSHIRE.
ON SIR EDMUND FETTIPLACE, KNIGHT.
Who died June 30, 1613.
READ and record rare Edmund Fettiplace,
A knight right worthy of his rank and race;
Whose prudent manage in two happy reigns,
Whose public service, and whose private pains,
Whose zeal to God, and towards ill severity,
Whose temperance, whose justice, whose sincerity,
Whose native mildness towards great and small,
Whose faith and love to friend, wife, children all,
In life and death made him belov'd, and dear
To God and men, and ever famous here.
Blessed in soul, in body, goods, and name,
In plenteous plants by a most virtuous dame,
Who, with his heir, as to his worth still debtor,
Built him this tomb, and in their hearts a better.
ST. SAVIOURS, SOUTHWARK.
ON GARRARD, A GROCER.
SOME called him GARRET, but that was too high,
His name it was Garrard, that here doth lye :
Who in his youth was tost on many a wave,
But now, at port arriv'd, rests in his grave.
The church he did frequent, while he had breath,
And desir'd to lye therein after his death.
To heaven he is gone, the way before,
Where of Grocers there are many more.
ON ROBERT SMITHE.
HERE lyethe, for all that please to see,
ROBERT SMITHE, dispos'd to great charitie.
A free-school he built, and two almes-houses of fame,
And entended to give lands to mayntain the same.
But sodaynlie he died in this town of Brancaster ;
So the right of all was in ELIZABETHE his sister.
Which buildings for ever this godly matron did assure,
With fourscore and twelve acres land for the pur-
pose to endure,
To the bringinge upp of youthe, and reliefe of the 1 poore:
Let us praise thier proceedinge-God send the world more!
In June he died, that monthe the thirteen,
The eight and thirtie of ELIZABETH our Queene. RICHARD STUBBS, RICHARD BUNTINGE, and JOHN READE,
To this end are infeoffed all in one deed;
The first of worship, the others of great honestie,
As any could be founde in all our countrie.
ON MR. THOMAS MONGER.
Who died August 1773, aged 64.
THAT which a being was, what is it? shew;
That being which it was, it is not now ;-
To be what 'tis-is not to be, you see;
That which now is not, shall a being bc.
ON WILLIAM ROBERTSON, D.D.
WITHIN, the relics of a churchman lie,
-The good man's friend, and no man's enemy;
Learn'd, humble, pious, cheerful, mild; his breast
A mansion pure, by Charity possest.
To all benevolent, and less inclin'd
To serve himself, than benefit mankind:
To that he sacrific'd each worldly view,
· For what his heart condemn'd he durst not do.
Though scant of wealth, rich in the truest sense,
Rich in a conscience void of all offence;
And to man's natural rights a friend sincere,
Or in a civil or religious sphere.
In him, as in a glass, the world might see
What teacher, husband, father, man, should be.
To truth a constant friend he liv'd and died;
Truth, in return, this epitaph supplied.
ON SHIRLEY FIELDING, Esq.
PORTRAIT PAINTER,
Who died in great distress, at Lutterworth.
HERE, shelter'd now from want, from cold neglect,
Thy memory meets pity, meets respect;
'Twas thine to call, from blended colours, thought,
And animate with life the shadowy draught,
Ah! what avails it, that from noble blood,
With nobler talents grac'd thy virtues flowed;
Let wealth, let honour, other names adorn,
To rival Nature's magic thou wert born;
With gain, with grief, to struggle long was thine,
Yet pious Friendship still reveres thy shrine.
LET this small monument record the name
Of Cadman, and to future times proclaim
How, by attempt to fly from this high spire
Across the Sabrine stream, he did acquire
His fatal end: 'twas not for want of skill
Or courage to perform the task, he fell;
No, no, a faulty cord, being drawn too tight,
Hurried his soul on high, to take his flight,
Which bid the body here beneath good night.
The above inscription was placed on a monument to the memory of Cadman, who, after performing several exploits on a rope, fixed from the top of the spire of ST. MARY'S CHURCH, Shrewsbury, to a tree on the other side the river Severn, such as firing pistols, beating drums, &c. &c. attempted to slide down across the river, but the rope failing, he fell in St. Mary's Fryars, and was dashed to pieces, February 2d, 1739, aged 28 years.
UPON JOHN DEATH.
HERE lies JOHN DEATH, the very same
That went away with a cousin of his name.
UPON ONE BLINDE AND DEAFE.
HERE lies DICKY FREEMAN,
That could not heare or see man.
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