Sacred to the Memory

Of Mr. David Fordyce,

Late Profeffor of Philofophy in the Marifhal College, Aberdeen. Juftly esteemed for his Learning and fine Tafte; but much more valued for his unaffected Piety, and benevolent Difpofition. The focial Duties he warmly recommended to others, and in his own Conduct exemplified them; the dutiful Son, the fincere Friend, and the kind Master, were blended in his Character. A laudable Thirft for useful Knowlege prompted him to vifit foreign Countries, efpecially Italy, fo long the Seat of Liberty, ever dear to him! So juftly famous for the great Men it had produced, and ftill diftinguished for the finer Arts. In his Return home, after about a Year's Absence from his native Country, the Supreme Difpofer of all Events permitted this valuable Perfon to lose his Life in a Storm, on the Coast of Holland, on the Sept. 1751.

Blame not, O Reader! but adore that awful Providence, which is ever directed by unerring Wisdom, and infinite Goodness. Was he thy Friend? Yet grieve not; the friendly Wave, which wrapt him up from Pain and Sorrow, wafted his Soul from Earth to Heaven; where his Defire of Knowlege will be fully fatisfied, and his Virtues abundantly rewarded.

Allerton, Nottinghamshire.

Beneath the Droppings of this Spout
There lies the Body once fo ftout,
Of Francis Thomfon.

*

*The Stone joins to the South Wall of the Church

under one of the Spouts.

A Soul

A Soul this Carcafe long poffefs'd,
Which for its Virtue was carefs'd,
By all who knew the Owner beft.
The Rufford Records can declare
His Actions, who for Sev'nty Year
Both drew and drank its potent Beer.
Fame mentions not, in all that Time,
In this great Butler the leaft Crime,
To ftain his Reputation.

To Envy's felf we now appeal,
If ought of Fault fhe can reveal,
To make her Declaration.

Then reft, good Shade, nor Hell, nor Vermin fear;

Thy Virtues guard thy Soul, thy Body good Strong

Beer.

+ Rufford Abbey, now the Seat of Sir George Savil, Baronet, in whofe Family this Perfon had lived as Butler.

On Mrs. G.

Whoever knows or hears whofe facred Bones
Reft here within these monumental Stones,
How dear a Mother, and how fweet a Wife,
If he has Bowels, cannot for his Life,

But on thefe Afhes here fome Tears diftill,
For if Men will not weep, this Marble will.
A. BROOME.

On Henry Jernegan, Esquire.

All an accomplisht Body lends Mankind,
From Earth receiving, he to Earth refign'd:

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All

All that e'er grac'd a Soul, from Heav'n he drew,
And took back with him as an Angel's due.

A. HILL.

Let me die the Death of the Righteous, and let my laft End be like his. The Grave is my House: I have made my Bed in the Darkness: I have faid to Cor. ruption, Thou art my Father; to the Worm, Thou art my Mother and my Sifter.

Here refts

(With Five of his Children) ·
All that was mortal

Of

JOHN HACKETT,

Late of this Parifh of Covent Garden.

In the humble Sphere of Life in which he was ordain'd

to move,

He was ftill blameless:

By his unaffected Piety towards God,
And his Sincerity in his Dealings with Men,
He made many a Friend,

But, unlefs of the ignorant and worthless,
He never made a Foe.

Tho' his Abilities were but small, yet as far as in him

lay,

He delivered the Poor that was ready to perish,
And caufed the Widows Heart to fing for Joy.
In a Word,

He was, if ever there was one,
A Man without a Fault,
Unless extreme Meekness,

And Good-nature be confidered as fuch.
After a fevere Illnefs of Six Months,

Which he bore with all Chriftian Patience and Refig

nation.

This good Man

Yielded up his Soul into the Hands of his Maker,
June the 22d. in the Year of our Lord, 1755.

Aged 52.
Reader,

You have heard what he was, yet you fee what he is; Be wife in Time.

St. Lawrence Poultney, London.

Ev'rie Chriftian Hearte seeketh to extolle
The glorie of the Lord owr only redeemer;
Wherfor Dame Fame muft needes inrolle
Paull Withypoll his Childe by Love and Nature,
Elizabeth the Wyfe of Emanuel Lucar.

In whom was declared the Goodness of the Lord,
With many high Vertues whyche trulye I will recorde.

She wrought all Needleworkes that Women exercyfe, With Pen, Frame, or Stoole, -all Pictures artificiall, Curious Knottes or Trailes, what Fancie could deviffe,

Beaftes, Birdes, or Flowers, even as Thynges naturall.
Three manner Handes could fhe write, them fayre all.
To fpeak of Algorifme or Accountes in everie Fafhon,
Of Women, few like (I thinke) in all thys Nation.

Dame Cunyng her gave a Gyfte righte excellent
The goodlie Practice of her Science muficall,
In divers Tongues tɔ fyng and plaie with Inftrument,
Both Violl and Lute, and alfo Virginall;
Nor only upon one, but excellent in all..
For all other Virtues belonging to Nature,
God her appointed a very perfect Creature.

Latyne and Spanyshe and alfo Italian,

She spake, writ, and read with perfect Utterance;
And for the English, the the Garland wan:

In Dame Prudence' Schoole by Grace's Purveyance;
Whych clothed her with Vertues from naked Igno-

rance.

Readynge the Scriptures to judge Lyghte from dark,
Directing her Fayth to Chrift the onlie Marke.

The faid Elizabeth deceas'd the 29th of October, An. Dom. 1537. of Yeeres not fully 27. This Stone and all hereon contained, made at the Coft of the faid Emanuel, Merchant Taylor.

Peterborough Cathedral.

Here lyes a Babe, that only cry'd
In Baptifm to be washt from Sin, and dy'd,
January 17, 1666.

Totteridge, in Hertfordshire,

Under this Pew lies interr'd the Body of Mrs. Sufanna Turner, Daughter of Richard Turner, Efquire, and Dorothy his Wife, of this Parish, who deceas'd the 14th Day of July, 1672.

ætat. 15. and 10 months.

Now take thy Reft, dear Soul, in thy cold Bed,
(For tho' to Heav'n thy precious Soul be fled)
Thou shalt not here as one neglected lie;
But be preferv'd by God's moft watchful Eye.
Wait but a while that thou mayst be refin'd
And thou shalt rife and leave thy Drofs behind,
Grace made thee lovely and admir'd by all,
And fure fince Grace adorn'd thee, Glory fhall.

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