"Born to be great in fortune as in mind, Too great to be within an Isle confin'd, Young, helpless, friendless seas unknown he tried; But English courage all those wants supplied. A pregnant wit, a painful diligence, Care to provide, a bounty to dispence, Join'd to a soul sincere, plain, open, just, Procur'd him friends, and friends procured him trust; These were his fortune's rise, and thus began This hardy youth, rais'd to that happy man, A rare example and unknown to most Where wealth is gain'd and conscience is not lost. Not less in martial honour was his name-- Witness his actions of immortal fame! Alone, unarm'd a tiger[1] he oppress'd And crush'd to death the monster of a beast; Twice twenty mounted Moors he overthrew Singly on foot; some wounded, some he slew, Dispers'd the rest--what more could Samson do? True to his friends, a terror to his foes Here now in peace his honour'd bones repose." _Vita Peregrinatio._ [Footnote 1: Being attacked in the woods by a tiger, he placed himself on the side of a pond, and when the tiger flew at him, he caught him in his arms, fell back with him into the water, got upon him, and kept him down till he had drowned him.] He died March 2nd, 1685-6, aged 64. Near at hand is a monument--a small statue of a mourning female leaning upon an urn--erected by the benevolent James Neild, in memory of his wife Elizabeth, who died 30th of June, 1791, in her 36th year. The epitaph states:-- Here low in beauteous form decay'd My faithful wife, my love Eliza's laid; Graceful with ease, of sentiment refin'd, Her pleasing form inclos'd the purest mind! Round her blest peace, thy constant vigils keep And guard fair _innocence_ her sacred sleep, 'Till the last trump shall wake the exulting day. To bloom and triumph in eternal day. _Conjux Mærens Posuit._ And of her father, John Camden, Esq., whose son, John Camden Neild, lived in Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, and bequeathed to Queen Victoria the whole of his property, £500,000. At the east end of the north gallery is a beautiful marble monument most elaborately sculptured sacred to the memory of Sir John Fleet, Knt., Alderman of the City of London. He was unanimously elected Lord Mayor of the City in 1693. He received Royal favours, and all ranks of the greatest honour and esteem from his fellow citizens, having been one of their representatives in Parliament thirteen years, and constantly interested in their highest stations, in which offices and honours he was universally applauded. He was a merchant and just magistrate, constant to church, loyal to his Prince, and true to his country. He was fortunate and honest, bountiful in charity a generous benefactor and a faithful friend.--_Obit_ 6 _Julii_ 1712. _Ætat:_ 65.