It is probable this stone was really brought from Carthage, otherwise this inscription would scarcely be permitted to be there; but as a modern author observes, it is to be hoped, that he who ordered it to be fixed there, did not go to Carthage on purpose to fetch it. At the east end of the church-yard near the church is a monument of white marble, adorned with a cherub, urn, palm-branches and a coat of arms, under which is the following inscription: Here lieth interred the body of Dame Rebecca Berry, the wife of Thomas Elton of Stratford Bow, gent. who departed this life April 16, 1696, aged 52. Come ladies, you that would appear Like angels fair, come dress you here; Come dress you at this marble stone And make that humble Grace your own, Which once adorn’d as fair a mind, As e’er yet lodg’d in womankind. So she was dress’d, whose humble life Was free from pride, was free from strife: Free from all envious brawls and jars (Of human life the civil wars) These ne’er disturb’d her peaceful mind, Which still was gentle, still was kind. Her very looks, her garb, her mien, Disclos’d the humble soul within. Trace her through ev’ry scene of life, View her as widow, virgin, wife, Still the same humble she appears, The same in youth, the same in years; The same in low and high estate, Ne’er vex’d with this, ne’er mov’d with that. Go, Ladies, now, and if you’d be } As fair, as great, as good as she,} Go learn of her humility. } On another grave-stone near the south-east corner of the church-yard, is the following inscription on Mary Angel: To say an angel here interr’d doth lie, May be thought strange, for angels never die. Indeed some fell from heav’n to hell. Are lost, and rise no more: This only fell by death to earth, Not lost but gone before. Her dust lodg’d here, her soul perfect in grace, ’Mongst saints and angels now hath took its place. Near the south side of the church on a marble tomb-stone, adorned with a coat of arms, are the following lines on capt. Thomas Chevers, his wife, and a son who died at five days old. Reader, consider well how poor a span, And how uncertain is the life of man: Here lie the husband, wife, and child, by death All three in five days time deprived of breath. The child dies first, the mother on the morrow Follows, and then the father dies with sorrow. A Cæsar falls by many wounds, well may Two stabs at heart the stoutest captain slay. On a stone near the foot path on the north-west side, is the following inscription: Whoever treadeth on this stone, I pray you tread most neatly, For underneath the same doth lye Your honest friend Will. Wheatly. The last inscription we shall mention is the following short one on the south-west side of the church. Here lies the body of Daniel Saul, Spittlefields weaver, and that is all. STEPNEY _causeway_, Whitehorse lane.☐ STEPNEY _green_, Stepney.☐