A Correspondent of the _Athenæum_, 1865, writes:--"While some philosophers seek information in the Far West, and others in the not-much-nearer East--one, perchance, reducing eccentric arrow heads to a civilised alphabet; another metamorphosing emblematic pitch-forks, tom-cats, &c., of 2,000 A.M. into sensation novels of the period; a third studying the customs and annals of pre-historic America by the aid of Aztec pots and pipkins--it has been the happy lot of the undersigned, with no greater effort than a short railway journey and a pleasant walk, to light upon a treasure of antiquity, which may not be without interest to some of your readers. The internal evidence of the following lines is sufficient to show what they purport to be--_viz._ the epitaph of an accomplished parish officer at Crayford, in Kent. They run as follows:-- "Here lieth the body of Peter Isnell (30 years Clerk of this Parish.) "He lived respected as a pious and mirthful man, and died on his way to church to assist at a wedding on the 31st day of March, 1811; aged seventy years. "The inhabitants of Crayford have raised this stone to his cheerful memory and as a tribute to his long and faithful services. "The Life of this _Clerk_ was just threescore and ten, Nearly half of which time he had sung out _Amen_; In his Youth, he was married, like other young men, But his wife died one day, so he chanted _Amen_. A second he took, she departed, what then? He married and buried a third with _Amen_. Thus his joys and his sorrows were _Trebled_, but then His voice was deep _Bass_ as he sung out _Amen_. On the _horn_ he could blow as well as most men, So his _horn_ was exalted in blowing _Amen_; But he lost all his _Wind_ after threescore and ten, And here with three Wives he waits till again The trumpet shall rouse him to sing out _Amen_." Strangely Eccentric, yet Sane.