“The Body of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stripped of its lettering and gilding), lies here, food for worms; yet the work itself shall not be lost; for it will, as he believed, appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR!” * * * * * Singular Epitaph. Careless and thoughtless all my life, Stranger to every source of strife, And deeming each grave sage a fool, The law of nature was my rule. By which I learnt to duly measure My portion of desire and pleasure. ’Tis strange that here I lie you see, For death must have indulged a whim, At any time t’ have thought of me, Who never once did think of him. * * * * * On Earle the boxer. Here lies James Earle the Pugilist, who on the 11th of April 1788 gave in. * * * * * She lived genteely on a small income. * * * * * Epitaph on a Gamester. Here lies a gamester, poor but willing, Who left the room without a shilling, Losing each stake, till he had thrown His last, and lost the game to Death; If Paradise his soul has won, ’Twas a rare stroke of luck i’faith! * * * * * On the death of Miss Eliza More, aged 14 years. Here lies who never lied before, And one who never will lie More, To which there need be no more said, Than More the pity she is dead, For when alive she charmed us More Than all the Mores just gone before. * * * * * On a Wife (by her Husband.) Beneath this stone lies Katherine, my wife, In death my comfort, and my plague through life. Oh! liberty—but soft, I must not boast; She’ll haunt me else, by jingo, with her ghost! * * * * * “Here is a gentlewoman, who, if I may so speak of a gentlewoman departed, appears to have thought by no means small beer of herself:”— A good mother I have been, Many troubles I have seen, All my life I’ve done my best, And so I hope my soul’s at rest. * * * * * On the death of a most amiable and beautiful young lady, of the name of Peach. BY MR. BISSET.