Poor Ralph lies beneath this roof, and sure he must be blest, For though he could do nothing, he meant to do the best, Think of your soules, ye guilty throng, Who, knowing what is right, do wrong. * * * * * On Mr. Sand. Who would live by others’ breath? Fame deceives the dead man’s trust. Even our names much change by death, Sand I was, but now am Dust. * * * * * On Robert Thomas Crosfield, M.D. 1802, written by himself. Beneath this stone Tom Crosfield lies, Who cares not now who laughs or cries; He laughed when sober, and, when mellow, Was a harum scarum heedless fellow; He gave to none design’d offence; So “Honi soit qui mal y pense!” EDMONTON. In the churchyard on a headstone now removed, was the following inscription to William Newberry, who was hostler to an inn & died 1695, in consequence of having taken improper medicine given him by a fellow servant. Hic jacet-Newberry Will Vitam finivit-cum Cochiœ Pill Quis administravit-Bellamy Sue Quantum quantitat-nescio, scisne tu? Ne sutor ultra crepidam. LAMBETH. R. Brigham. The Father, Mother, Daughter, in one Grave, Lye slumbering here beneath the marble Stone; Three, one in Love, in Tomb, in hope to have A joyful sight of him that’s Three in One. HILLINGDON. On Stephen King. Farewell, vain world, I knew enough of thee, And now am careless what thou say’st of me, Thy smiles I court not, nor thy frowns I fear, My soul’s at rest, my head lies quiet here. What faults you see in me, take care to shun, And look at home, enough’s there to be done. ISLINGTON. TRANSCRIPT OF AN INSCRIPTION With the abbreviations and spelling, as it was taken from the plate itself, June 28th, 1751. I pye the Crysten man that hast goe to see this: to pye for the soulls of them that here buryed is | And remember that in Cryst we be bretherne: the wich hath comaundid eu’ry man to py for other | This sayth _Robert Midleton & Johan_ his Wyf. Here wrappid in clay. Abiding the mercy | Of Almyghty god till domesdaye. Wych was sutyme s’unt to s’ gorge hasting knyght | Erle of huntingdunt passid this tnscitory lyf, in the yere of our Lord god m cccc...... | And the......day of the moneth of ...... On whose soull Almyghty god have m’cy amen |