Is there on earth one care, one wish beside!
Yes-save my country, heav'n,

-He said, and dy'd.

Save my country, heav'n] Alluding to the bishop's frequent use and application of the expiring words of the famous father Paul, in his prayer for the state, esto perpetua. With how good a grace the bishop applied it at his trial, and is here made to refer to it in his last moments, they will understand who know what conformity there was in the lives of the prelate and the monk. The character of our countryman is well known. And that of the father may be told in very few words. He was profoundly skilled in all divine and human learning: He employed his whole life in the service of the state, against the unjust in croachments of the church. He was modest, humble, and forgiving, candid, patient, and just; free from all prejudices of party, and all the projects of ambition; in a word, the happiest compound of science, wisdom, and virtue.

For one who would not be buried in Westminster Abbey.

Heroes, and kings! your distance keep;

In peace let one poor poet sleep,

Who never flatter'd folks like you:

Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.

Another, on the same.

Under this marble, or under this sill,
Or under this turf, or e'en what they will ;

Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead,
Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head,
Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin
What they said, or may say of the mortal within;
But, who living and dying, serene still and free,
Trusts in God, that as well as he was, he shall be.

Flitton Church, Bedfordshire.

THOMAS HILL,

A receiver general to three Earls of Kent. On the floor, near the altar is a figure, in brass, of

an honest Steward.—He appears dressed in a long cloak, trunk breeches, great ruff, and large nightсар

He died May 26, 1601, aged 128.

His character is recorded in these lines:

Aske how he lived, and you shall know his ende;
He dyde a saint to God, to poore a friende.

These lines men know doe truly of him story,
Whom God hath called and seated now in glory.

ON SIR J. VANBRUGH.

Died at his House at Whitehall in 1726.

Under this stone, reader, survey

Dead Sir John Vanbrugh's house of clay.

Lie heavy on him, earth! for he
Laid many heavy loads on thee!

Sacred to the memory of

JOHN RICH, ESQ. *

Who died November 26th, 1761, aged 69 years.

In him were united the various virtues
That could endear him to his

Family, friends and acquaintance.

Distress never failed to find relief in his bounty, Unfortunate merit a refuge in his generosity.

Here likewise are interred Amy his second wife, with their two youngest children, John and Elizabeth, who both died in their infancy.

* Late of Covent Garden Theatre.

ON MRS. MARGARET PASTON,

Of Barningham, Norfolk.

So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet,
So ripe a judgement, and so rare a wit,
Require at least an age in one to meet !
In her they met! but long they cou'd not stay,
'Twas gold too fine to mix without allay;
Heaven's beauty was in her so well exprest,
Her very sight upbraided all the rest.
"Too justly ravish'd from an age like this,
Now she is gone the world is of a piece.