Who lies here?—Who do you think? ’Tis poor WILL GIBSON,—give him some drink; Give him some drink, I’ll tell you why, When he was living, he always was dry. WAINFLEET. Peck has given from the Palmer MS. the following Epitaph, than which nothing can be more pompous or ridiculous:— On a monument erected in 1735. Near this place, lye the remains of Edward Barkham, Esq. Who in his life time at his own expense Erected the stately altar piece in this church; Furnished the communion table With a very rich crimson velvet carpet, a cushion of the same, and a beautiful Common Prayer book; Likewise with two large flagons, a chalice with a cover, together with a paten, All of silver plate. But above all (& what may very justly preserve his name to latest posterity) he gave and devised by will To the curate of Wainfleet St. Mary’s and his successor for ever The sum of 35£. per ann. (over and above his former salary) with this clause, viz. ‘provided the said curate and his successors do and shall read prayers and preach once every Sunday in the year for ever.’ So extraordinary an instance of securing a veneration for the most awful part of our religion, And so rare and uncommon a zeal For promoting God’s worship every Lord’s Day. RAUCEBY. Near this place are interred the wives of Richard Jessap; viz.—Alice, on Sept. 27, 1716, aged 25, and Joanna, on Aug. 31, 1720, aged 29. How soon ye objects of my love By death were snatcht from me; Two loving matrons they did prove, No better could there be. One child the first left to my care, The other left me three. Joanna was beyond compare, A phœnix rare was she; Heaven thought her sure too good to stay A longer time on earth, In childbed therefore as she lay, To God resign’d her breath. LINCOLN.