But tho' in weakness planted, as his fruit Always bespoke the goodness of his root, The spirit quickening, he in power shall rise With leaf unfading under happier skies. The next is on the Tradescants, famous gardeners and botanists at Lambeth. In 1657 Mr. Tradescant, Junr., presented to the Ashmolean Museum, Oxford, a remarkable cabinet of curiosities:-- Know, stranger, ere thou pass, beneath this stone Lye John Tradescant, grandsire, father, son; The last died in his spring; the other two Liv'd till they had travell'd art and nature through; As by their choice collections may appear, Of what is rare, in land, in sea, in air; Whilst they (as Homer's Iliad in a nut) A world of wonders in one closet shut; These famous antiquarians, that had been Both gard'ners to the ROSE AND LILY QUEEN, Transplanted now themselves, sleep here; and when Angels shall with trumpets waken men, And fire shall purge the world, these hence shall rise, And change this garden for a paradise. We have here an epitaph on a grocer, culled from the Rev. C. W. Bardsley's "Memorials of St. Anne's Church," Manchester. In a note about the name of Howard, the author says: "Poor John Howard's friends gave him an unfortunate epitaph--one, too, that reflected unkindly upon his wife. It may still be seen in the churchyard.--Here lyeth the body of John Howard, who died Jan. 2, 1800, aged 84 years; fifty years a respectable grocer, and an honest man. As it is further stated that his wife died in 1749, fifty years before, it would seem that her husband's honesty dated from the day of her decease. Mrs. Malaprop herself, in her happiest moments, could not have beaten this inscription." BACCHANALIAN EPITAPHS. Some singular epitaphs are to be found over the remains of men who either manufactured, dispensed, or loved the social glass. In the churchyard of Newhaven, the Sussex, following may be seen on the grave of a brewer: To the Memory of THOMAS TIPPER who departed this life May the 14th 1785 Aged 54 Years. READER, with kind regard this GRAVE survey Nor heedless pass where TIPPER'S ashes lay, Honest he was, ingenuous, blunt, and kind; And dared do, what few dare do, speak his mind, PHILOSOPHY and HISTORY well he knew, Was versed in PHYSICK and in Surgery too, The best old STINGO he both brewed and sold, Nor did one knavish act to get his Gold. He played through Life a varied comic part, And knew immortal HUDIBRAS by heart. READER, in real truth, such was the Man, Be better, wiser, laugh more if you can. The next, on John Scott, a Liverpool brewer, is rather rich in puns:-- Poor JOHN SCOTT lies buried here; Although he was both hale and stout, Death stretched him on the bitter bier. In another world he hops about. On a Butler in Ollerton church-yard is the following curious epitaph:--