“This Inscription (says a writer in _The Gentleman’s Magazine_, for 1751) was in _Gothic_ letters, on a plate of brass, in the middle aisle, on the floor near the entrance into the chancel. It contains six lines, the end of each is marked thus |; and it appears to have been laid down in the life-time of _Robert Midleton_, because neither the year, day, nor month are set down, but spaces left for that purpose. I observe, that the inhabitants of Islington want to make their church older than I presume it is, and quote this inscription as it is in _Strype_, 1401, in support of that notion, when it is plain 1500, and is all that it says; and Sir G. Hastings was not created Earl of _Huntingdon_ till the 8th of December, 1529, so that this inscription must be wrote after that time. The oldest date that appears anywhere about the church, is at the south-east corner of the steeple, and was not visible till the west gallery was pulled down, it is 1483; but as these figures are of a modern shape, it looks as if it was done in the last century; the old way of making these characters was in _Arabic_, and not as they are now generally made.” * * * * * She’s gone: so, reader, must you go. But where? * * * * * On Lady Molesworth. A peerless matron, pride of female life, In every state, as widow, maid, or wife; Who, wedded to threescore, preserv’d her fame, She lived a phœnix, and expired in flame. ST. AUGUSTIN’S CHURCH. William Lamb. O Lamb of God which Sin didst take away, And as a Lamb was offered up for Sin. Where I poor Lamb went from thy Flock astray, Yet thou, O Lord, vouchsafe thy Lamb to Winn Home to thy flock, and hold thy Lamb therein, That at the Day when Lambs and Goats shall sever, Of thy choice Lambs, Lamb may be one for ever. TEMPLE CHURCH. Mary Gaudy, Aged 22, 1671. This fair young Virgin for a nuptial Bed More fit, is lodg’d (sad fate!) among the Dead, Storm’d by rough Winds, so falls in all her pride, The full blown rose design’d t’ adorn a Bride. KENSINGTON. Here are deposited the remains of Mrs. Ann Floyer, the beloved wife of Mr. Rd Floyer, of Thistle Grove, in this parish, died on Thursday, the 8th of May, /23. God hath chosen her as a pattern for the other angels. TEMPLE CHURCH. Keep well this pawn, thou marble chest, Till it be called for, let it rest; For while this jewel here is set, The grave is but a cabinet. STEPNEY. My wife she’s dead, and here she lies, There’s nobody laughs, and nobody cries; Where she’s gone, and how she fares, Nobody knows, and nobody cares. ST. DUNSTAN.