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Sacred to the Memory of

ANNE

the beloved and affectionate wife

of Joseph King, Esqre., of Gray's Inn,
and Cobham, Surrey:

Who Died on the 20th of March, 1819,

Aged 39 years.

Her Remains are Deposited in a vault
Beneath this Chapel,

and her afflicted Husband

hath caused this Tablet to be here placed to record her virtues and his irreparable loss.

Belov'd, from earth to life celestial call'd!
Thy virtues comfort, whom thy pains appall'd:
They bid thy selfish mourners not repine
That sanctified repose is early thine.
Thee, gentle Anna! in thy mortal days,
For worth angelic Friendship joy'd to praise:
For nature never grac'd an earthly form,
With friendly feelings more divinely warm :
Hence thou art rais'd to fill thy heavenly part,
To which the Saviour train'd thy spotless Heart,
Thy pious spirit in those minds infuse,

That feel in losing thee, how much they lose!

WILLIAM RANDALL, Esq.,
of this Hamlet,

Departed this Life on the 6th Day of January, 1822, aged 88 years.

In Memory of

JAMES MORRIS, Esq.,

Late one of the Solicitors of the Supreme Court of Judicature at Madras:

Who Departed this Life on the 10th of Feb,

aged 45 years.

His integrity of Character,

Rectitude of Principle

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Mildness of Manners and amiableness of Disposition Few Excelled.

Sacred

To the Memory of
THOMAS HUXLEY, Esquire,

Late of this Hamlet,

and upwards of forty years a member of
the Honble Society of the Middle Temple;
who Died 11th of May, 1831,
aged 66 years.

Also MARY, relict of the above,
Who Died the 14th of January, 1843.
Aged 73 years.

Sacred to the Memory of
FRANCES FITZWILLIAMS AUSTEN,

wife of

Capt. Charles John Austen,
(of the Royal Navy),

who Died in Child Bed, Sep" 6th, 1814,

Aged 24 years.

Stop, Passenger and Contemplate!

A Child whom Nature's God had taught the Way, Her Parents' dictates ne'er to disobey;

A Sister in whom Center'd every Love,

To Charm the Angels in the Realms above,
A Loving Wife, a Parent Truly dear,
A Pious Christian and a Friend sincere,
Reader! Example take, let you and I

Live as She liv'd, and like Her learn to Die.
Sleep on dear fair One, wait the Almighty's will,
Then rise unchang'd and be an Angel Still.

Also

their infant Daughter ELIZABETH, who Died 20th September, 1814. Age 21 days.

In Memory of

WILLIAM KENTISH,

46 years Verger of this Church,

who Died the 9th of August, 1868,
Aged 73 years.

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In Memory of

PHILIP HURD, Esq.,

Late of Kentish Town House, and for many years an eminent Solicitor, and member of the Inner Temple, Who Died 28th June, 1831, Aged 55 years. His remains are interred in the Family Vault Under the Parish Church of St. Pancras. Also of ANNE, Daughter of the above, and Wife of H. B. Campbell, Esq., of Nottingham, Who Died 6th September, 1829, aged 22 years. Also of PHILIP HURD, junr. Esq., Son of the Above,

Barrister at Law, and Member of Lincoln's Inn, Who Died 7 June, 1845, in his 35 year. Also of ANN,

Widow of the first-named Philip Hurd, Who Died 26th March, 1847, in her 70th year, and lies interred with her Husband and Son, in the Family Vault, Beneath St. Pancras Church

Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. HANNAH FOX COOKE, Daughter of the Late

"There the wicked cease from troubling
and there the weary be at rest."
Job, chap. 3, verse 17.
Thou art indeed released, at length at
rest,

John Cheeke, Esquire, But many a pang by thee has been en

And wife of

dured,

And many a grief has shook thy mortal

breast,

Richard Cooke, Esqre., And many a woe which death at last has

of Kentish Town.

Died 7th October, 1833.

cured.

Here thy troubles cease,
The grave affords its calm,
Its rest-its peace.

This Humble Tribute of pure affection is respectfully

offer'd

To the Memory of

MARY HUGGINS,

By her devotedly Fond Husband,
Edward Huggins,

of Percy Street, Bedford Square, & Bartholomew Place, Kentish Town,

Died 18th of June, 1835. Aged 27 years.

"This Day is a Day of trouble, for the children are come to the Birth, and there is not strength to bring Forth."-2nd. Kings, 19 Chap., 3 Verse.

Torn from my widow'd arms, in life's first bloom,
Mary, to thee I consecrate this Tomb,

And vainly strive, in just, but feeble lays,

To paint my anguish, or to speak thy praise.

True Christain worth was thine-the spotless mind, The graceful form-the manners pure, refined. Themes such as these demand the poet's art,

But who can strike the lyre-when torture wrings the heart?

Yet tho' left lonely in this vale of tears,

Through the dark vista smiling hope appears!
With placid mien she points to those blest skies,
Where the enfranchis'd spirit never dies!
Where souls united Here by virtue's tie,
Again shall join, in blissful sympathy!
Yes, Mary, tho' thy loss I now deplore,

I feel we yet shall meet on that glad shore,

Where sorrow is unknown-where joy reigns ever

more.

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