102 pages CURIOUS EPITAPHS. of the Spectator honourable mention is made of John Parkes. In the churchyard of Hanslope is buried Sandy M'Kay, the Scottish giant, who was killed in a prize fight with Simon Byrne. A headstone bears the following inscription: Sacred to the memory of ALEX. M'KAY, (Late of Glasgow), Who died 3rd June, 1834, Strong and athletic was my frame ; Far from my native home I came, And manly fought with Simon Byrne; Alas! but lived not to return. Reader, take warning of my fate, Lest you should rue your case too late; If you ever have fought before, Determine now to fight no more. We are informed that Byrne was killed shortly afterwards, whilst engaged in fighting. From the prize-ring let us turn to the more satisfactory amusement of cricket. In Highgate Cemetery, Lillywhite, the celebrated cricketer, is buried, and over his remains is placed a monument with the significant emblem of a wicket being upset with a ball. The following lines are said to be copied from a tombstone in a cemetery near Salisbury : I bowl'd, I struck, I caught, I stopp'd, I blocked with care, with caution popp'd, The tennis ball is introduced in an epitaph placed in St. Michael's Church, Coventry. It reads thus: Here lyes the Body of Captain GERVASE SCROPE, of the Family of Scropes, of Bolton, in the County of York, who departed this life the 26th day of August, Anno Domini, 1705. AN EPITAPH WRITTEN BY HIMSELF IN THE AGONY AND DOLOROUS PAINES OF THE GOUT, AND DYED SOON AFTER. Here lies an Old Toss'd Tennis Ball, Loss of Estate, Relations, Blood, Was too well Known, but did no good, With long Campaigns and paines of th' Govt, He cou'd no longer hold it out: Always a restless life he led, Never at quiet till quite dead, He marry'd in his latter dayes, One who exceeds the com'on praise, But wanting breath still to make Known Her true Affection and his Own, Death kindly came, all wants supply'd By giuing Rest which life deny'd. We conclude this class of epitaphs with a couple of piscatorial examples. the churchyard of Hythe : The first is from His net old fisher George long drew, And made poor George his draught. In vain it is to fret ; Nor fish nor fisherman escapes Death's all-enclosing net. In the churchyard of Great Yarmouth, under date of 1769, an epitaph runs thus :— Here lies doomed, In this vault so dark, A soldier weaver, angler, and clerk ; Death snatched him hence, and from him took His gun, his shuttle, fish-rod, and hook, He could not weave, nor fish, nor fight, so then Bacchanalian Epitaphs. OME singular epitaphs are to be found over SOM the remains of men who either manufactured, dispensed, or loved the social glass. In the churchyard of Newhaven, Sussex, the following may be seen on the grave of a brewer : To the memory of THOMAS TIPPER who departed this life May the 14th 1785 Aged 54 Years. READER, with kind regard this GRAVE survey The next, on John Scott, a Liverpool brewer, is rather rich in puns :— Poor JOHN SCOTT lies buried here; Although he was both hale and stout Death stretched him on the bitter bier. In another world he hops about. On a butler in Ollerton churchyard is the following curious epitaph Beneath the droppings of this spout, Here lies the body once so stout, Of FRANCIS THOMPSON. A soul this carcase once possess'd, To stain his reputation. To envy's self we now appeal, To make her declaration. Here rest good shade, nor hell nor vermin fear, Thy virtues guard thy soul, thy body good strong beer. We will next give a few epitaphs on publicans. Our first is from Pannal churchyard; it is on Joseph Thackerey, who died on the 26th of November, 1791 In the year of our Lord 1740 I came to the Crown ; In 1791 they laid me down. The following is from the graveyard of Upton |