Gleanings in Graveyards: A Collection of Curious EpitaphsNorfolk, Horatio Edward
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Gleanings in Graveyards: A Collection of Curious Epitaphs
Norfolk, Horatio Edward
Epitaphs; Epitaphs -- Great Britain
Sweet Saviour, Jesus, give me wings
Of Peace and perfect Love,
As I may move from Earthly Things,
To rest with thee above.
For sins and Sorrows overflow
All earthly things so High,
That I can’t find no rest below,
Till up to thee I fly.
THAMES DITTON.
In memory of Mr. Wm Machell, who departed this life Oct. 10, 1808.
Aged 88 years.
Whilst in this world I remained, my life was
A pleasure and health and gain. But now
God thought best to take me to his everlasting rest,
And I thank God for it.
STREATHAM.
On the South Wall of this Church is the following remarkable
Inscription:—Elizabeth, wife of Major-Genl Hamilton, who was married
47 years, and never did ONE thing to disoblige her Husband.
BATTERSEA.
Sir Edward Court.
“Alone, unarm’d, a tiger he oppress’d,
And crush’d to death the monster of a beast:
Thrice twenty mounted Moors he overthrew
Singly on foot, some wounded, some he slew,
Disperst the rest; what more could Sampson do?”
NOTE.—This is only part of the inscription, which relates that, being
attacked in the woods by a tiger, he placed himself on the side of a
pond, and when the tiger flew at him, he caught him in his arms, fell
back with him into the water, got upon him, and kept him down till he had
drowned him.
GUILDFORD.
Reader, pass on, ne’er waste your time
On bad biography and bitter rhyme;
For what I am, this cumb’rous clay insures,
And what I was, is no affair of yours.
BEDDINGTON.
Thomas Greenhill.
Under thy feet interr’d is here
A native born in Oxfordshire;
First life and learning Oxford gave,
Surry him his death and grave;
He once a Hill was fresh and Greene,
Now withered is not to be seene;
Earth in earth shovell’d up is shut,
A Hill into a Hole is put;
But darksome earth by Power Divine,
Bright at last as the sun may shine.
RICHMOND.
On Captain John Dunch, who died in 1697, aged 67.
Though Boreas’ blasts and Neptune’s waves
Have tossed me to and fro,
In spight of both, by God’s decree,
I anchor here below,
Where I do now at anchor ride,
With many of our fleet,
Yet once again I must set sail,
Our admiral, Christ, to meet.
CAMBERWELL.
Richard Wade, died Oct. 21, 1810, aged 53.
Giles Wade, died Dec. 8, 1810, aged 53.
Near together they came,
Near together they went,
Near together they are.
Sussex.
BARCOMB.
All you that come my grave to see
Prepare yourself to Follow me,
Take care Young men repent in time
For I was taken in my Prime.
As I was going through a Barn
I little thought of any harm,
A piece of Timber on me fell,
And penetrated through my Skull.
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