IN GLASGOW CHURCH-YARD, HERE ligs Mess Andrew Gray, Of whom ne mukle good can I say; CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL. ON MERIC CASAUBON. STAY, traveller, and reverence. Here Meric Ca. saubon divested himself of the mortal remains of his immortal spirit. The heir of a great name and a learned race, having for his father Isaac Casaubon, for his uncle Henry Stephens, and for his great uncle Robert Stephens. Alas! what men! what prodigies of learning! what ornaments of their age! He having received his learning as by inheritance, descending from so many learned ancestors, improved it, and consecrated it to the ornament and increase of piety, which ever sat as queen in his breast. He also en riched the republic of letters with a manifold treasure of things and languages. He was a man, uncertain whether more famous for learning or piety, and most remarkable for his liberality to the poor, his com municative temper to his friends, his humanity and tenderness to all, and for his enduring the most exquisite tortures of a lingering distemper with all Christian patience. This metropolitan church boasts in bestowing the dignity of first canonships on both the Casaubons, who held the same rank among the learned, as she does among the churches. Our Casaubon died the day preceding the ides of July, 1671, in the 75th year of his age, and the 46th of his canonship. IN St. Agnello, Naples, is a Latin Inscription, which in English runs thus: Dear father, receive this monument as a small acknowledgment for all the valuable favours received from you. Had it been possible for me to have transformed myself into marble, you would have had no other tomb than my body; nor any other epitaph than this: "The grateful Alexis returns his, father the being he received from him, and becomes his parent's sepulchre." IN THE CHURCH OF OLD WINDSOR. ON MRS. MARY ROBINSON. BY MR. PRATT. She died Dec. 26, 1800, aged 43 Years. Or Beauty's isle, her daughters must declare, But ah! while Nature on her fav'rite smil'd, And Genius claim'd his share in Beauty's child; E'en as they wove a garland for her brow, ow prepar'd a willowy wreath of woe: Mix'd lurid nightshade with the buds of May, And as she springs to everlasting morn, qd ugy ON MOLIERE. MOLIERE, on whom these lines were made, was taken ill while he was playing the part of a dead man' on the stage, in one of his own comedies, was carried home, and died in a few hours. He was born, according to Bayle, about the year 1620. He went through his school learning under the Jesuits in Clermont college, and was designed for the bar; but after he had made an end of his study of the civil law, he pitched upon the profession of a comedian: wherein he succeeded, and wrote several exquisite plays. He died on the seventeenth of February, 1673. The inscription, in English, is thus: Within this melancholy tomb confin'd, ÓN A MONUMENT ERECTED TO HENRY HOARE, Esq. AT STOURHEAD. By William Hayley, Esq. YE who have view'd, in pleasure's choicest hour, And, happier still, here learn'd from heaven to find Thankful these fair and flowery paths he trod, ་ IN NORWICH CATHEDRAL. ON WILLIAM INGLOTT. HERE William Inglott, organist, doth rest, And now 'mongst angels all sings St. in heaven. Anno Dom. 1621. Buried the last day of December, 1621. This erected the 15th day of June, 1622. ON TWO SOLDIERS, OF THE HANTS MILITIA. THE following epitaph, written by the Reverend Mr. Davis, of Fareham, in Hampshire, is inscribed on a tomb-stone erected to the memory of two soldiers belonging to the North Hants militia, who were murdered by some foreigners in the Isle of Wight. As o'er this tomb some sorrowing comrade stands, ST. ANDREW'S HOLBORN-NEW BURYING-GROUND. ON THE REV. JOHN BLUCK. Who died March 2, 1762, Æ. 33. WHILE o'er this modest stone Religion weeps, |