Barton church.

On a brass plate in the Chancel is the following Inscription :--

Hic jacet Francisca Dawes, filia Thomæ Flecher, de Strickland, armigeri, natu maxima; perqueim charissima quidem et perdilecta usor Lanceloti Dawes, de Barton-kirk, generosi, quæ huie mundo, spe multo melioris, 23d Feb. veledixit; anno Aetatis suæ 23; Annoque Dni 1673.

Under this stone, reader! interr'd doth lye,
Beauty and virtue's true epitome:

At her appearance the noon-sun

Blush'd and shrunk in 'cause quite outdone.
In her concentred did all graces dwell,

God pluck'd my rose, that he might take a smell;

I'll say no more: but weeping wish I

may

Soon with thy dear chaste ashes come to lay.

"Sic efflevit maritus."

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In Kirby Stephen church-Vard,

1762.

TO THE MEMORY OF

THE REV. JOSEPH LANGHORNE,

Of Winton;

AND ISABEL HIS WIFE.

Her, who to teach this trembling hand to write, Toil'd the long day and watch'd the tedious night; I mourn, tho' number'd with the Heav'nly host, With her the means of gratitude are lost.

J. LANGHORNE.

This is that John Langhorne, D. D. who hath favoured the public with many elegant productions, both in prose and verse.

En York Cathedral.

The briar-bound turf and cenotaph on high,
Proclaim, proclaim aloud that men is born to die;

Soon will the mournful yew, or cypress wave
O'er the grey stone, that marks thy silent grave;
Yet why repine since one benignant power
Ordains the natal and the final hour;
Revere his hallow'd laws, his mercy trust,
His arm paternal guards the wise and just;
Raise thy low groveling thoughts to scenes above,
Realms of eternal peace, and joy, and love.

TO THE MEMORY OF

WILLIAM BURGH, A. M.

Lost in a jarring world's tumultous cries,
Unmark'd around us fall the good and wise;
Here Burgh is laid a venerable name,
To virtue sacred, not unknown to fame;
Let those he lov'd, let those who lov'd him tell,
How dear he liv'd and how lamented fell;
Tell of the void his social spirit left,
Of comforts long enjoy'd, for ever reft
Of wit that gilded many a sprightly hour-
Of kindness when the scene of Joy was o'er,
Of truth's ethereal beam, by learning given
To guide his virtues to their native Heav'n ;
Nor shall their sorrowing voice be heard unmov'd,
While gratitude is left, or goodness lov'd;
But listening crowds this honour'd tomb attend,
And children's children, bless their father's friend.

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.

In St. Giles Eripplegate, 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 be 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.