“Here in this Grave there lies a Cave, We call a Cave a Grave; If Cave be Grave, and Grave be Cave, Then reader, judge, I crave, Whether doth Cave here lie in Grave, Or Grave here lie in Cave: If Grave in Cave here buried lie, Then Grave where is thy victory? Go, reader, and report here lies a Cave, Who conquers death, and buyes his own Cave.” MELTON MOWBRAY. The world’s an Inn, and I her guest: I’ve eat and drank and took my rest, With her awhile, and now I pay Her lavish bill and go my way. BARKBY. Francis Fox, vicar, died 1662. My debt to Death is paid unto a sand, And pay thou must, that there doth reading stand; And am laid down to sleep, till Christ from high Shall raise me, although grim Death stand by. HARBY. Mary Hill, died 1784. With pain and sickness wasted to a bone, Long time to gracious Heaven I made my moan; Then God at length to my complaint gave ear, And sent kind Death to ease my pain and care. Physicians could no longer save the life Of a tender mother and a loving wife. Lincolnshire. The following quaint memorials of the unhonoured dead, are by the minister of the small and retired village of Waddingham. They have, at all events, the charm of originality, and were long ago inscribed in that quiet nook, where “many a holy text around is strewn, teaching the rustic moralist to die.” In love we liv’d, in peace did part, All tho it cot us to the heart. O dear—what thoughts whe two had To get for our 12 Children Bread; Lord! send her health them to maintain:— I hope to meet my love again. * * * * * O angry death yt would not be deny’d, But break ye bonds of love so firmly ty’d! She was a loving wife, a tender nurse, And a faithful friend in every case. SLEAFORD. On Henry Fox, a weaver. Of tender threads this mortal web is made, The woof and warf, and colours early fade; When pow’r divine awakes the sleeping dust, He gives immortal garments to the just. * * * * * On the south side of the Sleaford Church, sculptured in the cornice of the water-table, is the following inscription:— Here lyeth William Harebeter, and Elizabeth, his wife. Cryest ihu graunte yem everlastyng lyfe. It is noticed in Gough’s great work on Sepulchral Monuments, where, speaking of inscriptions cut on the ledges of stones, or raising them in high relief, he says, “Of this kind on public buildings, I know not a finer sample than in the water-table, on the south side of Sleaford Church.” * * * * * On William Gibson.