In memory of Katherine Purye, who died Dec. 1, 1604. Ao 1604. Dece 1. Ætat. 67. Quæ defuncta jacet saxo tumulata sub illo Bis Cathara, haud ficto nomine, dicta fuit. Nomen utrumque sonat mundam, puramque piamq Et vere nomen quod referebat, erat, Nam puram puro degebat pectore vitam, Pura fuit mundo, nunc mage pura Deo.— Πάντα καζαρα τοις καζαραις Omnia pura puris, Tit. 1. ver. 15. She whom this stone doth quietly immure In no feign’d way had twice the name of _Pure_: Pure, pious, clean, each name did signify, And truly was she what those names imply; For in pure paths, while yet she lived, she trod; Pure was she in this world, and now more pure with God. TETBURY. In a vault underneath lie interred several of the Saunderses, late of this parish, particulars the last day will disclose.—Amen. ALMONDBURY. Here lies alas! long to be lamented, Benjamin Dobbins, Gent., who left his Friends sorrowing. Feb. 2, 1760. Aged 42. Hampshire. WINCHESTER. Here sleeps in peace a Hampshire grenadier, Who caught his death by drinking cold small beer; Soldiers beware, from his untimely fall, And, when your’e hot, drink strong, or none at all. * * * * * “Severely afflicted—, yet, when most depressed, Resigned, he endured it as all for the best, Praised God for his goodness, both present and past; He yielded his spirit in peace at the last. “Let friend forbear to mourn and weep, While in the dust I sweetly sleep; This frailsome world I left behind, A crown of glory for to find. “While in this world I did remain, My latter days was grief and pain; But, when the Lord He thought it best, He took me into a place of rest.” FRESHWATER. Joseph Robins, Jany. 21, 1811. The blustering Winds and raging sea Have tossed me to and fro Tho’ some have found their watery Grave, I am Anchored here below; Thus, at an Anchor safe I lie, With the surrounding Fleet, And hope one day we shall set sail, Our Saviour Christ to meet; My change I hope is for the best,— To live with Christ and be at rest. MONKS SHERBORN. William Cullum, d. 1841, aged 20. Weep not for me, my tender parents dear, Taken from your care in early years; Oh! grieve not, the LORD’S will be done,— Your dutiful and affectionate son. BINSTED. On Hannah, wife of Jeremiah Soffe, died 1832. When I am dead and in my Grave, And all my Bones are Rotten. This when you see, Remember me, Or lest I should be forgotten. WHIPPINGHAM, ISLE OF WIGHT.