ON A LADY.

If worth departed claims the Christian's sighs,
Here pause and weep, for here a Christian lies;
Her gentle spirit sought the poor to bless,
To bind up sorrows, wounds, and heal distress;
For this shall grief with tears bedew her sod.

En St. Giles Cripplegate, London.

On a spacious monument,

IN MEMORY OF

THOMAS BUSHBY,

Citizen and Cooper,

Obit. July 11, 1575;

With his image, holding one hand on a death's head, the other with gloves, and with this Inscription.

Thus Bushby, willing to relieve the poor,

With fire and with bread;

Did give the house wherein he dwelt,

Then called the Queen's head.

Four full loads of the best charcoal,
He would have bought each year;
And forty dozen of wheaten bread,
For poor householders here.
To see these things distributed,
This Bushby put in trust
The Vicar and Church-Wardens,
Thinking them to be just.

God grant that poor householders here,
May thankful be for such;
So God will move the minds of more,
To do for them as much.
And let this good example move,
Such men as God hath bless'd,
To do the like before they go,
With Bushby to their rest.
Within this chapel Bushby's bones,
In dust awhile must stay;

Till he that made them raise them up,
To live with Christ for aye.

On a marble monument.

Within this aisle lyeth buried the body of

CHARLES LANGLEY,

Some time of this parish, Ale brewer,

Who was buried the 8th day of June, 1662 ;

And did give bountifully to the poor of this parish.

If Langley's life you list to know,
Read on and take a view;

Of faith and hope I will not speak,
His works shall tell them true.
Who whilst he liv'd with counsel grave,
The better sort did guide ;
A stay to weak, a staff to poor,
Without backbite or pride.
And when he died he gave his M.

All that did him befall;

For ever once a year to clothe,
St. Giles poor with all.

All Saints he pointed for the day,
Gowns, twenty ready made;
With twenty shirts, and twenty smocks,
As they may best be had.
A sermon eke he hath ordain'd,
That God may have his praise;
And others might be won thereby,
To follow Langley's ways.
On Vicar and Church-Wardens then,
His trust he hath repos'd;
As they will answer him one day,
When all shall be disclosed.
Thus being dead yet still he lives,
Lives never for to die ;

In Heav'n's bliss, in world's fame,
And so I trust shall 1.

Launcelot Andrews, Vicar.

John Taylor,

Wil. Hewet,

Edw. Stirling,

Richard May.

Church-Wardens.

In the front of the north gallery, is a fine head and accompaniments by Mr. Bacon,

TO THE MEMORY OF

JOHN MILTON,

Author of Paradise Lost ;

Bora December, 1608; died, November, 1674.

His father John Milton, died, March, 1646;
They were both interred in this Church.

TO THE MEMORY OF

ANN MARTHA HAND,

Wife of G. Watson Hand, M. A. Vicar of this parish,

Who died after a few hours illness, July 5, 1784;

Aged 38 years.

By the prudence of her conduct, By the sweetness of her temper, and the unaffected Piety of her heart,

Amidst times of dissipation,

And in the possession of youth, beauty and fortune, An example of domestic and religious excellence.

For worth so dear, the eternal tear might flow, And love would sanctify an husband's woe; But truth the record of that worth displays, And takes from sorrow, what it gives to praise. The alternate claims his grateful heart divide, And memory's misery is affection's pride.