Here lyeth the body of Michael Honeywood, D.D. Who was grandchild, and one of the Three hundred and sixty-seven persons, That Mary the wife of Robert Honeywood, Esq. Did see before she died, Lawfully descended from her, viz. Sixteen of her own body, 114 grand children, 288 of the third generation, and 9 of the fourth. Mrs. Honeywood Died in the year 1605, And in the 78th year of her age. GRANTHAM. John Palfreyman, who is buried here, Was aged four & twenty year; And near this place his mother lies; Likewise his father, when he dies. ISELTON CUM FENBY. Here Lies the body of Old Will Loveland, He’s put to bed with a shovel, and Eased of expenses for raiment and food, Which all his life-time he would fain have eschewed. He grudged his housekeeping his children’s support, And laid in his meat of the cagge-mag sort. No fyshe or fowle touched he when t’was dearly Bought, But a Green taile or herrings a score for a groate. No friend to the needy His wealth gather’d speedy, And he never did naught but evil, He liv’d like a hogg, He died like a dogg, And now he rides post to the devil. STAMFORD. In remembrance of that prodigy of nature, Daniel Lambert, a native of Leicester, who was possessed of an excellent and convivial mind, and in personal greatness he had no competitor. He measured three feet one inch round the leg; nine feet four inches round the body, and weighed 52 stone 11 lb. (14 lb. to the stone.) He departed this life on the 21st of June 1809, aged 39 years. As a testimony of respect, this Stone is erected by his friends in Leicester. Middlesex. STEPNEY. On Mary Angel. To say an angel here interr’d doth lye, May be thought strange, for angels never dye; Indeed some fell from heav’n to hell; Are lost and rise no more; This only fell from death to earth, Not lost, but gone before; Her dust lodg’d here, her soul perfect in grace, Among saints and angels now hath took its place. * * * * * On Daniel Saul. Here lies the body of Daniel Saul, Spitalfield’s weaver—and that’s all. * * * * * William Wheatly. Whoever treadeth on this stone, I pray you tread most neatly; For underneath the same doth lie Your honest friend, Will Wheatly. WESTMINSTER ABBEY. (In the Abbey.)