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, When brass and marble monuments do fall; 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, L IN MEMORY OF MR. JOHN THOMAS PRICE, Too great for life's contracted sphere; But leav'st thy friends to mourn thee here. Here stop, my friend! these humble lines peruse, 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, IN MEMORY OF MRS. ANN NICHOLAS, Who died, February 18, 1776; aged 36. Reader! Seek not on this perishable stone, Her afflicted husband, her infant children, 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, Which flows through the righteous atonement 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, Ye chosen few of soft-ey'd pity's train, save, And drop a tear of sorrow on his grave. ON A BABE. Oh sweetest child! for Heav'nly joys design'd, There to await, till Christ shall raise the dead; IN MEMORY OF MRS. MARGARET FOOT, Who died, 31st August, 1793; aged 43. Not words alone shall strive her name to raise, 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. |