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In Stepney Church, on the south side of the Chancel: Hereunder was laid up, the body of

THOMAS SPERT, KNT.

Sometime comptroller of the Navy to King Henry VIII. and both the first founder and master of the worthy Society or Corporation of Trinity-House. He lived ennobled by his own worth, and died, the 8th September, 1541; to whose pious memory the said Corporation have gratefully erected this memorial.

Not that he needed monument of stone,
For his well-gotten fame to rest upon;
But this was rear'd to testify that he
Lives in their loves, that yet surviving be,
For unto virtue, who first rais'd his name,
He left the preservation of the same;
And to posterity remain it shall,

When brass and marble monuments do fall;
Learn for to die, while thou hast breath,

So shalt thou live after thy death.

En Eslington Church-Yard.

IN MEMORY OF

JOHN AND MARY BLOUNT.

Here sleep within the grave's contracted span,
Let those lay claim to higher praise who can,
A blameless woman, and an upright man.

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IN MEMORY OF

MR. JOHN THOMAS PRICE,
Died, 26th February, 1817; aged 28 years.
Lamented Price, death's zealous dart
O'ertook thee, ere thy race half run ;
Death pierc'd in thee, the noblest heart,
Tho' deathless science claim'd her son.
Too good for aught beneath the skies,

Too great for life's contracted sphere;
Thou art gone to gladden angels' eyes,

But leav'st thy friends to mourn thee here.

Here stop, my friend! these humble lines peruse,
The artless product of a rustic muse:

Canst thou look round, and yet forbear to weep, Where swells "the earth in many a mouldering heap ?"

Canst thou unmoved the solemn scene survey,
Or walk unthinking o'er thy kindred clay?

IN MEMORY OF

MRS. ANN NICHOLAS,

Who died, February 18, 1776; aged 36.

Reader! Seek not on this perishable stone,
An eulogium of her many virtues,
They are far more indelibly engraven on the hearts
Of her surviving parents,

Her afflicted husband, her infant children,
And sympathizing friends.

READER,

Near this stone lieth the mortal remains of

MR. ROBERT SUTTON,

Who died,

April 23, 1813.

A sinner by nature and a transgressor by practice,
Saved (if saved from the justice of God),
By that grace alone,

Which flows through the righteous atonement
And mediation of Jesus Christ our Lord;
Seek it reader, seek that blessing,
And death will be your eternal gain.

IN MEMORY OF

MR. SAMUEL JONES,

Of Hereford,

TRAVELLER;

Died, 27th August, 1795; aged 58.

Sweet solitude, when life's gay hours are past, Where ere we rove, we fix in thee at last; Toss'd thro' tempestuous seas, the voyage o'er, Pale we look back, and bless the happy shore.

Newington church-yard.

IN MEMORY OF

MR. HUGH FAIRNEY,

Died, July 6, 1807; aged 51 years.

Alas! he's gone, and here his ashes rest,
A man whose virtues made him truly blest,
Stay passenger, and heave the gentle sigh,
To think that worth so great, alas! must die.

Ye chosen few of soft-ey'd pity's train,
Whose hearts re-echo to each plaintive strain ;
Mourn, mourn! for him, whose life we could not

save,

And drop a tear of sorrow on his grave.

ON A BABE.

Oh sweetest child! for Heav'nly joys design'd,
Not left to know the troubles of mankind;
Tho' human frailty makes thy parents weep,
Yet thou in innocence, dost sweetly sleep;
Thy soul to Paradise is softly fled,

There to await, till Christ shall raise the dead;
Then to Heav'n, he will thy soul translate,
All joys to know at once, would be two great.

IN MEMORY OF

MRS. MARGARET FOOT,

Who died, 31st August, 1793; aged 43.

Not words alone shall strive her name to raise,
For virtuous actions will attest her praise;
Her charity and friendship, both combin'd,
To raise esteem, and elevate her mind;
Death's conquering arm, alas! has put an end,
Both to the generous patron and the friend:
And now above, among the happy blest,
She dwells in peace and everlasting rest.

ON M. C.

Departed spirit be thy purpose this,

From earth reclaim'd, to Heav'n thy native sphere, To feel thro' countless ages, equal bliss, Thy presence gave to those, who lov'd thee dear.

ELIZA STONE,

Aged 6 years.

Forgive blest shades, the tributary tear,

That mourus thy exit, from a world like this; Forgive the wish, that would have kept thee here, And stay'd thy progress to the realms of bliss.

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