Through Christ, I am not inferior To William the Conqueror. In Bideford church-yard, Kent— The wedding-day appointed was, And wedding-clothes provided, But ere the day did come, alas! He sickened, and he die did. Rebecca Rogers, Folkestone, 1688— A house she hath, 'tis made of such good fashion, The tenant ne'er shall pay for reparation; Nor will her landlord ever raise her rent, Or turn her out of doors for non-payment. From chimney-tax this cell's forever free— To such a house who would not tenant be? At Augusta, Maine— —After life's _scarlet fever_, I sleep well. John Mound— Here lies the body of John Mound, Lost at sea and never found. POETRY, PIETY AND POLITENESS. The following epitaph was copied from a stone in a country church-yard— "You who stand around my grave, And say, 'His life is gone;' You are mistaken—_pardon me_— My life is but begun." At Loch Rausa— Here lies Donald and his wife, Janet MacFee: Aged 40 hee, And 30 shee. On Mr. Bywater— Here lie the remains of his relatives' pride, Bywater he lived and by water he died; Though by water he fell, yet by water he'll rise, By water baptismal attaining the skies. At Staverton, England— Here lieth the body of Betty Bowden, Who would live longer but she couden; Sorrow and grief made her decay, Till her bad leg carr'd her away. At Penryn— Here lies William Smith; and, what is somewhat rarish, He was born, bred and hanged in this here parish. From St. Agnes', London— Qu an tris di c vul stra Os guis ti ro um nere vit. H san Chris mi t mu la. In Linton church-yard, 1825— Remember man, that passeth by, As thou is now so once was I; And as I is so must thou be: Prepare thyself to follow me. Under this inscription some one wrote— To follow you's not my intent, Unless I knew which way you went. At Queenborough— Henry Knight, master of a shipp to Greenland, and Herpooner 24 voyages. In Greenland I whales, sea-horses, bears did slay, Though now my body is intombe in clay. At Minster— Here interr'd George Anderson doth lye, By fallen on an anchor he did dye, In Sheerness Yard, on Good Friday, Ye 6th of April, I do say, All you that read my allegy: Be alwaies Ready for to dye—aged 42 years. At Hadley church-yard, Suffolk— The charnel mounted on the w } Sets to be seen in funer } A matron plain domestic } In care and pain continu } Not slow, not gay, not prodig } ALL. Yet neighborly and hospit } Her children seven, yet living } Her sixty-seventh year hence did c } To rest her body natur } In hopes to rise spiritu }