marrying his second wife. On the north wall of the chancel of Southam Church is a slab to the memory of the Rev. Samuel Sands, who, being embarrassed in consequence of his extensive liberality, committed suicide in his study (now the hall of the rectory). The peculiarity of the inscription, instead of suppressing inquiry, invariably raises curiosity respecting it:-- Near this place was deposited, on the 23rd April, 1815, the remains of S. S., 38 years rector of this parish. In Middleton Tyas Church, near Richmond, is the following:-- This Monument rescues from Oblivion the Remains of the Reverend JOHN MAWER, D.D., Late vicar of this Parish, who died Nov. 18, 1763, aged 60. As also of HANNAH MAWER, his wife, who died Dec. 20th, 1766, aged 72. Buried in this Chancel. They were persons of eminent worth. The Doctor was descended from the Royal Family of Mawer, and was inferior to none of his illustrious ancestors in personal merit, being the greatest Linguist this Nation ever produced. He was able to speak & write twenty-two Languages, and particularly excelled in the Eastern Tongues, in which he proposed to His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wales, to whom he was firmly attached, to propagate the Christian Religion in the Abyssinian Empire; a great & noble Design, which was frustrated by the Death of that amiable Prince; to the great mortification of this excellent Person, whose merit meeting with no reward in this world, will, it's to be hoped, receive it in the next, from that Being which Justice only can influence. MISCELLANEOUS EPITAPHS. We bring together under this heading a number of specimens that we could not include in the foregoing chapters of classified epitaphs. Our example is from Bury St. Edmunds churchyard:-- Here lies interred the Body of MARY HASELTON, A young maiden of this town, Born of Roman Catholic parents, And virtuously brought up, Who, being in the act of prayer Repeating her vespers, Was instantaneously killed by a flash of Lightning, August 16th, 1785. Aged 9 years. Not Siloam's ruinous tower the victims slew, Because above the many sinn'd the few, Nor here the fated lightning wreaked its rage By vengeance sent for crimes matur'd by age. For whilst the thunder's awful voice was heard, The little suppliant with its hands uprear'd, Addressed her God in prayers the priest had taught, His mercy craved, and His protection sought; Learn reader hence that wisdom to adore, Thou canst not scan and fear His boundless power; Safe shalt thou be if thou perform'st His will, Blest if he spares, and more blest should He kill. A lover at York inscribed the following lines to his sweetheart, who was accidentally drowned, December 24, 1796:--