And truth attested with delight intense,
The serious charms of his colloquial sense,
His talents varying as the diamond's ray,
Could strike the grave or fascinate the gay.

His critic labours of unwearied force,
Collected light from every distant source;
Want with such true beneficence he cheer'd,-
All that his bounty gave his zeal endear'd.

Learning as vast as mental pow'r could seize,
In sport displaying and with graceful ease;
Lightly the path of chequer'd life he trod,
Careless of chance confiding in his God!

ON

JOSEPH PINDER PORTER,

Died, 1806,

Aged 16 years.

Ah how uncertain are the days of men,
Certain to die, and yet uncertain when ;
An instance here you have before your eyes,
How soon the healthiest man's cut down and dies;
At morn I was in health, the same at noon,
But ere the night was gone my glass was run.

Lime-House Church-Vard.

ON MRS. CHARLOTTE GARBUTT,

Who died in 1812, aged 26 years.

Why start! the case is yours, or will be soon,
Some years perhaps, perhaps another moon;
Life in its utmost span is but a breath,
And those who longest sleep, must wake in death.

IN MEMORY OF

THOMAS CLARE,

Who was drowned at Seaford,

September 7th, 1809, aged 46.

How melancholy was the news,
To those I lov'd so dear;

To hear my precious life was gone,

Assistance none was near.

Forbear your tears my children dear,
My wife your grief refrain ;

For tho' I'm absent from you here,
We soon shall meet again.

H

THOMAS SWAIN,

Died, 22d May, 1772, aged 60,

SARAH his Relict,

Died, June 29th, aged 74;

Also, their Grandson,

Died, 1784, aged 3 Months.

Here kindred ashes blend, a matron worn
With length of years; a grandson lately born;
To one to share the toils of life was given,
And one just past us on his way to Heav'n.
Both the same lesson learned, the one was taught
By long experience, that this world has nought;
But bitter draughts, and one when given to taste,
Sipp'd like its Saviour and refused the rest;
We both were pilgrims and far off from home,
And far remov'd we trust from ills to come.

EDWARD ROBINSON BREWER,
Ob. 20th July, 1652,

And his Two Sons, Edward and Richard.

The grave stone is thus inscribed :

Underneath this stone lie three,

Join'd by consanguinity;

The father he did lead the way,

:

(His sons made haste, death could not stay,)

The eldest son the next did go,
The younger might in vain say, No;
But as they all received their breath,
So did they soon resign to death;
For to enjoy that heav'nly rest,

Which is ordain'd for those who are blest.

In the Cross-Aisle,

A monument of marble and other stone, at the north end of this aisle, adorned with columns, entablature, and arched piedment of the Ionic order; also the figure of the deceased, habited in a gown lined with fur and cumbent, his head reposing on the palm of his right hand, in the left a book, also a cherub.

Here Lockyer lies interr'd, enough his name
Speaks, one hath few competitors in fame;
A name so great, so general it may scorn
Inscriptions which do vulgar tombs adorn!
A diminution 'tis to write in verse

His eulogies which most men's mouths rehearse ;
His virtues and his pills are so well known,
That envy can't confine them under stone;
But they'll survive his dust, and not expire
Till all things else at the universal fire.
This verse is lost, his pills embalm him safe
To future times without an epitaph.

Deceased, April 26, A. D. 1672, aged 72.

A MONUMENT

On the west Wall of the south stern of the Cross-Aisle.

Inscribed:-
:-

Monumentum viri justi.

IN MEMORY OF

JOHN SYMONS,

Citizen and White Baker, London;

Who departed this life, the 10th of August, 1625,

And was a good benefactor unto this parish, who gave to the poor £8. per annum for ever, to be distributed on the feast-day of St. Thomas, before Christmas, and unto St. George's parish Southwark, the sum of £10. per annum for ever; and unto the parish of St. Mary's, Newington in Surry, the sum £5. per annum for ever. These sums to come unto the parishes, after the decease of his father Samuel Symons, who yet liveth, in the year 1631.

His flesh interr'd here once contain'd a spirit,
Who by God's mercy and a Saviour's merit,
Departed in that constant hope of trust,
To reign eternally among the just;

To live and die well, was his whole endeavour,
And in assurance died to live for ever.