Nigh to the river Ouse, in York's fair city, Unto this pretty maid death shew'd no pity; As soon as she'd her pail with water fill'd Came sudden death, and life like water spill'd. An accidental death is recorded on a tombstone in Burton Joyce churchyard, placed to the memory of Elizabeth Cliff, who died in 1835:-- This monumental stone records the name Of her who perished in the night by flame Sudden and awful, for her hoary head; She was brought here to sleep amongst the dead. Her loving husband strove to damp the flame Till he was nearly sacrificed the same. Her sleeping dust, tho' by thee rudely trod, Proclaims aloud, prepare to meet thy God. We are told that a tombstone in Creton churchyard states:-- On a Thursday she was born, On a Thursday made a bride, On a Thursday put to bed, On a Thursday broke her leg, and On a Thursday died. From Ashburton we have the following:-- Here I lie, at the chancel door, Here I lie, because I'm poor; The farther in, the more you pay, Here I lie as warm as they. In the churchyard of Kirk Hallam, Derbyshire, a good specimen of a true Englishman is buried, named Samuel Cleater, who died May 1st, 1811, aged 65 years. The two-lined epitaph has such a genuine, sturdy ring about it, that it deserves to be rescued from oblivion:-- True to his King, his country was his glory, When Bony won, he said it was a story. A monument in Bakewell church, Derbyshire is a curiosity, blending as it does in a remarkable manner, business, loyalty, and religion:-- To the memory of MATTHEW STRUTT, of this town, farrier, long famed in these parts for veterinary skill. A good neighbour, and a staunch friend to Church and King. Being Churchwarden at the time the present peal of bells were hung, through zeal for the house of God, and unremitting attention to the airy business of the belfry, he caught a cold, which terminated his existence May 25, 1798, in the 68th year of his age. In Tideswell churchyard, among several other singular gravestone inscriptions, the following occurs, and is worth reprinting:-- In Memory of BRIAN, Son of JOHN and MARTHA HAIGH, who died 22nd December, 1795, Aged 17 years. Come honest sexton, with thy spade, And let my grave be quickly made; Make my cold bed secure and deep, That, undisturbed, my bones may sleep, Until that great tremendous day, When from above a voice shall say,-- "Awake, ye dead, lift up your eyes, Your great Creator bids you rise!" Then, free from this polluted dust, I hope to be amongst the just. [Illustration] The old church of St. Mary's, Sculcoates, Hull, contains several interesting monuments, and we give a sketch of one, a quaint-looking mural memorial, having on it an inscription in short-hand. In Sheahan's "History of Hull," the following translation is given:--