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ON MRS. JEMIMA SIMONS.

If even faults my life disclose,

In pity shed a tear;

And what in me you saw a-miss,
With caution shun and fear.

St. Asaph's Church-yard, Ereenwich.

ON MARY, Wife of GEORGE OLIVER.

Praise to my wife is truly due,
She prov'd this maxim to be true:
The richest portion with a wife,
Is prudence and a virtuous life.

ON AN HONEST SAILOR.

Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast!
Poor Tom's mizen top-sail is laid to the mast;
He'll never turn out, or more heave the lead;
He's now all aback, nor will sails shoot ahead;
He ever was brisk, and though now gone to wreck,
When he hears the last whistle he'll jump upon deck.

Woolwich Church-yard.

ON MASTER JOHN HARVEY,

Aged 12 years.

Stranger! the youth that sleeps beneath this stone, Was kind, was young, and beauty on him shone ; Sweet was his temper and his sense was sound, Patient in pain, and lov'd by all around.

He was a mother's hope, a father's joy,
Their only son, their much-lov'd boy;
Yet would not, all that mortal power could do,
Ward off thy dart, oh death! thy aim's too true.

Weep not fond parents while you view the bed,
Here sleeps in peace, the no more aching head;
All pains are o'er, all grief for ever done,
A life of everlasting joys begun.

Yes the last sigh, that whisper'd soft, adieu!
The last lov'd breath that ere in death he drew;
Open'd the scenes of brighter bliss on high,
And let his captive spirit upwards fly.

IN MEMORY OF

LIEUTENANT GEORGE WILLIAMSON,

Of the Royal Regiment of Artillery;

Who died suddenly,

November 11, 1781; aged 77 years.

He was descended from an ancient and honorable family of that name, in the bishoprick of Durham. He married Jane, the only daughter of Captain Roger Pedley, who, by her mother Isabella Muir, was lineally descended from ROBERT II. King of Scotland. They left issue only one, Colonel Adam Williamson, who marrird Ann, second daughter of Thomas Jones, Esq. of East Wickham, Kent; who caused this moment to be erected to the memory of the best of fathers.

ON W. SHAW,

Who was drowned, 21st July, 1803;

Aged 5 years.

In the cold stream my limbs were chill'd,
My blood with deadly horror thrill'd;
My feeble pulse forgot to play,

I fainted, sunk, and died away.
All means were tried my life to save,
But could not keep me from the grave.

ON MR. ANTHONY STROTHER.

Christian sedate, by contemplation led,
Amongst these dreary mansions of the dead,
Muse o'er this tomb, whose bosom cold contains,
The most lamented Strother's last remains.

If nature prompts thee, drop the trickling tear,
For chastened grief deserves the man sincere ;
Warm he felt affection's sacred flame,
For his bewailing sadly widow'd dame ;
Parental fondness glow'd within his breast,
And pure religion was by him carress'd,
Daily he mus'd o'er inspirations page,
And strove to imitate each holy sage;
On his Redeemer he for bliss relied,
And in his holy faith with firmness died.

Here remains the mortal part of

MR. SAMUEL HARDIN,

Aged 80.

For his charity he had the blessing of the humble; For his manners the approbation of the opulent. He lived in virtue,

And died in confidence of eternal bliss.

"An honest man's the noblest work of God."

TO THE MEMORY OF

MR. JAMES TAYLOR,

Who was unfortunately burnt to death,

At the Pagoda in St. James's Park, London,

On the night of the grand Jubilee,

August 1, 1814; aged 32 years.

A loving husband and a father dear,
A faithful friend lies buried here;
When God ordains the fatal blow,
The heart may wish, the tears may flow;
But can't the dead restore.

How long shall earth's alluring joys,
Detain our hearts and

eyes;

Regardless of immortal joys,

And strangers to the skies.

ON MR. JAMES REID.

The time we have allotted here,
We highly ought to prize;
To strive to make salvation sure,
Before death close our eyes.

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