Beneath this stone, in sweet repose, The friend of all, a fair one lies: Yet hence let Sorrow vent her woes, Far hence let Pity pour her sighs; Tho’ every hour thy life approv’d, The muse the strain of grief forbears; Nor wishes, tho’ by all belov’d, To call thee to a world of cares. Best of thy sex, alas! farewell, From this dark scene remov’d to shine, Where purest shades of mortals dwell, And virtue waits to welcome thine. An ill-natured critic wrote the following under these beautiful lines:— Can a Southcotte be said to deserve all the praise Which above in the rhymes may be seen? But ’tis not impossible, since the stone says She had not reached the age of thirteen! LYDFORD. “Here lies, in a _horizontal_ position, the outside _case_ of George Routleigh, Watchmaker, whose abilities in that line were an honour to his profession. Integrity was the _mainspring_, and prudence the _regulator_ of all the _actions_ of his life; Humane, generous, and liberal, his _hand_ never _stopped_ till he had relieved distress: So nicely _regulated_ was his _movements_, that he never _went wrong_, except when _set a-going_ by people who did not know _his key_: Even then he was easily _set right_ again. He had the art of disposing of his _Time_, so well, That his _hours_ glided away in one continual _round_ of pleasure and delight, Till an unlucky _moment_ put a _period_ to his existence. He departed this life November 14, 1802, aged 57, _wound up_, in hopes of being taken in _hand_ by his _Maker_: and of being thoroughly _cleaned_, _repaired_, and _set a-going_ for the world to come.” TAVISTOCK. Under this stone lies three children dear, Two be buried at Tawton, and the other here? * * * * * Here is a still more entertaining one, upon a certain lady in Devonshire, singularly free from any nonsensical pretence or idle bravado:— “Here lies Betsy Cruden, She wood a leaf’d but she cooden, ’Twas na grief na sorrow as made she decay, But this bad leg as carr’d she away.” KINGSWEAR. Vos qui ici venez Pur l’alme Philip priez, Trente jours de pardon Serra vostre guerdon. KING’S TEIGNTON. On Richard Adlam.