Being at length condemned to die, The monarchy being at length restored, And the 22d of the reign of Louis XVIII. Under the inspection of the Prefect and Municipal Authorities, The Count De Cazes, being Minister of Police. It was his custom in conversation to say, " D'ye hear?" And if any said he did not, John would reply, "'Tis no matter, I've said." The REV. WILLIAM HUNTINGDON was minister for many years of Providence Chapel, Titchfield-street, and latterly of Providence Chapel, Gray's Inn-Lane. Mr. HUNTINGDON was well known as a Preacher, and by his eccentric writings, in most parts of England, few men have attracted more notice. Since the destruction of the old Chapel in Titchfield-street, by fire, and the erection of the new one in Gray's Inn-Lane, he had resided at Pentonville: his last sermon was on the 16th of June, when he appeared in his usual health, after which being indisposed, he went for recovery to Tunbridge-wells, and died on the first of July. His remains were taken from Tunbridge-wells to Lewes, and interred in a vault at the west end of Tirch Chapel, in the presence of some hundreds of spectators of all denominations. The hearse was followed by eight mourning coaches and a considerable number of other carriages. His wife, Lady Sanderson, and her two daughters, with the children of the deceased by a former wife, were the chief mourners. A stone at the head of the grave exhibits the following epitaph, dictated by himself a few days prior to his death. HERE LIES THE COAL HEAVER: Who departed this life, July 1, 1813; Beloved of his God, but abhorred of Men, To the confusion of many thousands : IMMORTAL SHAKSPEARE, born in 1564, and died on his birth day, April 23, 1616, having completed his 52d year, and lies buried in the north aisle of the chancel in the great Church at Stratford-onAvon, with the following inscription, on a stone, supposed to be written by himself: Stay, passenger, why dost thou go so fast? Read, if thou canst, whom envious death hath plac'd Within this monument; Shakspeare, with whom Quick nature dy'd; whose name doth deck the tomb Far more than cost; since all that he hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit. And on his grave-stone underneath are these lines in an uncouth mixture of small and capital letters. Good friend, for Jesus' sake, forbear Blest be the man that spares these stones; On MR. COOMBE, a gentleman in Warwickshire, and noted for practising usury. Ten in the hundred lies here engrav'd, 'Tis an hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd: If any man ask who lies in this tomb, Oh! oh! quoth the devil, 'tis my John o' Coombe. SHAKSPEARE. On Toм a COOMBE, alias THIN BEARD; brother to the last mentioned, supposed also to be written by Shakspeare. Thin in beard, and thick in purse, Never man beloved worse; He went to the grave with many a curse, The devil and he had both one nurse. On RICHARD SMITH, an idiot, at Colne, in Lancashire. If innocence may claim a place in Heav'n, My great Creator has for me in store, A world of bliss,-What can the wise have more? of On QUEEN ELIZABETH, who died at Richmond, on the 24th day of March, 1602, in the 70th year her age, and 45th of her reign. Kings, queens, men's judgments, eyes, A King's state in a queen: In St. Martin's Orgar's, London; on M. S. SIR ALLEN COTTON, Knight and Alderman of London, sometime Lord Mayor of this honourable city, who died 24th of September, 1628. When he left earth, rich bounty dy'd, Their lamps went out, their oil was spent ; Spin out our lives in misery; So death, thou missest of thy ends, And kill'st not him, but kill'st his friends. ON SIR EDWARD LYTTLETONS. Here lie three knights, grandfather, father, and son; Sir Edward, Sir Edward, and Sir Edward Lyttleton. On THOMAS KEMP, who was hanged for sheepstealing. Here lies the body of Thomas Kemp, |