TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. STEWART. How sleeps the wife, who sinks to rest, ON THE REV. WILLIAM MASON, A, M. THE Muess, struck with horror and despair, For know, your fav'rite Bard can never die, Through length of time will moulder and decay, The mortal frame return once more to dust, "The spirit, freed, enjoy eternal day." ON VOLTAIRE. HERE lies "the mighty chief, the fam'd VOLTAIRE, Who stalk'd for sixty summers o'er the field, Her spear a quill, from eagle's wing pluck'd forth, ON MRS. YATES, THE CELEBRATED ACTRESS. Too much the lesson of the poet's page, Which tells us YATES's "occupation's gone!" ST. HELEN'S, BISHOPSGATE. BANCROFT'S Monument in this Church is of a square form, and has the following inscription: "The ground, whereon this tomb stands, was purchased of this parish in the year 1723, by Francis Bancroft, Esq. for the interment of himself and friends only, (and was confirmed to him by a faculty from the Dean and Chapter of St. Paul's, London, the same year) and in his life time he erected this tomb, anno 1726, and settled part of his estate in London and Middlesex for beautifying and keeping the same in repair for ever." This monument, which was erected a little before Bancroft's death, has an entrance at the west end, with folding wainscot doors, and a large pain `of glass in each, through which to see his coffin and bowel box. Bancroft, likewise by will, ordered the "lid of his coffin to be fixed thereon only with strong hinges, for the ready opening the same." It is supposed that he intended his corps should be as often viewed, by the committee of the Drapers' Company, as they visit his tomb, which they have done several times. The vulgar also report that a spring lock was made to fasten the coffin lid, the key of which was hung on a nail within the coffin, for the purpose of Bancroft's letting himself out after the expiration of a certain time, which he prophecied for his resurrection from the grave. As the reader may be desirous of knowing something more of this extraordinary person, it is neces sary to inform him that Francis Bancroft was for many years one of the Lord Mayor's Officers of the City of London, who, in the execution of his office, by information, and summoning the citizens upon the most trifling occasions, and for many things not belonging to his office; not only pillaged the poor, but likewise many of the rich, who, rather than lose time in appearing before the magistrate, gave money to get rid of this common pest of the citizens; by which, together with his numerous quarterages from brokers, &c. he annually amassed a considerable sum. But by these and other mercenary practices, he so effectually incurred the hatred and ill will of the citizens of all denominations, that the persons who attended his funeral obsequies, with great difficulty saved his corpse from being justled off the bearers' shoulders in the church, by the enraged populace; who, seizing the bells, rang them for joy, at his unlamented death; a deportment heretofore unheard of even among the London rabble. ON MRS. POLWHELE. COULD magic verse recal the fleeted breath, BRODSWORTH, YORKSHIRE. ON THE HON. MISS DRUMMOND, By W. Mason. 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. Blest with each art that owes its charm to truth, Faith lends her aid to ease Affliction's load; In the Church-yard of BISHOP'S CANNINGS, in the county of Wilts. Ат my right hand lies my son John, And there do lay, till Christ do say WESTMINSTER ABBEY. Here lies HENRY PURCELL, Esq. Who left this life, and is gone to that blessed place, Where only his own harmony can be exceeded. Obiit 21 die Novembris, Anno Ætatis suæ 37. Anno. Dom. 1695. |