This grave contains all that was mortal of a young English Poet, who on his death bed, in the bitterness of his heart at the malicious power of his enemies, desired these words to be engraved on his tombstone: “Here lies one whose name was writ in water.” February 24, 1821. * * * * * On Mr. Quin. Says Epicure Quin, Should the devil in hell, In fishing for men take delight, His hook bait with ven’son, I love it so well, Indeed I am sure I should bite. * * * * * Here lies Sir John Plumpudding of the Grange, Who hanged himself one morning for a change. * * * * * On John Bell. I Jocky Bell o’ Braikenbrow, lyes under this stane, Five of my awn sons laid it on my wame; I liv’d aw my dayes, but sturt or strife, Was man o’ my meat, and master o’ my wife. If you done better in your time, than I did in mine, Take this stane aff my wame, and lay it on o’ thine. * * * * * On Mr. Havard, Comedian. “An honest man’s the noblest work of God.” Havard from sorrow rest beneath this stone; An honest man—beloved as soon as known; However defective in the mimic art, In real life he justly played his part! The noblest character he acted well, And heaven applauded when the curtain fell. * * * * * On Robin Masters, Undertaker. Here lieth Robin Masters—Faith ’twas hard To take away our honest Robin’s breath; Yet surely Robin was full well prepared, Robin was always looking out for death. * * * * * On an Undertaker. Subdued by death, here death’s great herald lies, And adds a trophy to his victories; Yet sure he was prepared, who, while he’d breath, Made it his business to look for death. * * * * * On a Cobler. Death at a cobler’s door oft made a stand, And always found him on the mending hand; At last came Death, in very dirty weather, And ripp’d the sole from off the upper leather. Death put a trick upon him, and what was’t? The cobler called for’s awl, Death brought his last. * * * * * On a Dustman.