From Gilling churchyard, Richmondshire, is

the following:

Unto the mournful fate of young JOHN MOORE,
Who fell a victim to some villain's power;
In Richmond Lane, near to Ask Hall, 'tis said,
There was his life most cruelly betray'd.
Shot with a gun, by some abandon'd rake,
Then knock'd o' th' head with a hedging stake,
His soul, I trust, is with the blest above,
There to enjoy eternal rest and love;
Then let us pray his murderer to discover,

That he to justice may be brought over.

The crime occurred in 1750, and the murderer was never discovered.

From a gravestone in Patcham was copied the following inscription

Sacred to the memory of

DANIEL SCALES,

who was unfortunately shot on Tuesday evening,

Nov. 7, 1796.

Alas! swift flew the fated lead,

Which pierced through the young man's head,

He instant fell, resigned his breath,

And closed his languid eyes on death.

And you who to this stone draw near,

Oh! pray let fall the pitying tear,
From this sad instance may we all
Prepare to meet Jehovah's call.

The real story of Scales' death is given in Chambers's "Book of Days," and is as follows: Daniel

Scales was a desperate smuggler, and one night he, with many more, was coming from Brighton heavily laden, when the Excise officers and soldiers fell in with them.

The smugglers fled

in all directions; a riding officer, as such persons were called, met this man, and called upon him to surrender his booty, which he refused to do. The officer knew that "he was too good a man for him, for they had tried it out before; so he shot Daniel through the head."

The following inscription copied from a monument at Darfield, near Barnsley, records a murder which occurred on the spot where the stone is placed :

Sacred

To the memory of
THOMAS DEPLEDGE,

Who was murdered at Darfield,
On the 11th of October, 1841.
At midnight drear by this wayside
A murdered man poor DEPLEDGE died,
The guiltless victim of a blow
Aimed to have brought another low,
From men whom he had never harmed

By hate and drunken passions warmed.

Now learn to shun in youth's fresh spring
The courses which to ruin bring.

A stone dated 1853, in the Minster graveyard, Beverley, is placed to the memory of the victim of

a railway carriage tragedy, and bears the following

extraordinary inscription: :

Mysterious was my cause of Death

In the Prime of Life I Fell;

For days I Lived yet ne'er had breath
The secret of my fate to tell.

Farewell my child and husband dear
By cruel hands I leave you,

Now that I'm dead, and sleeping here,
My Murderer may deceive you,
Though I am dead, yet I shall live,

I must my Murderer meet,

And then Evidence, shall give

My cause of death complete.

Forgive my child and husband dear,

That cruel Man of blood;

He soon for murder must appear

Before the Son of God.

Near the west end of Holy Trinity Church, Stalham, Norfolk, may be seen a gravestone bearing the following inscription :

JAMES AMIES, 1831.

Here lies an honest independent man,
Boast more ye great ones if ye can ;
I have been kicked by a bull and ram,
Now let me lay contented as I am.

The following singular verse occurs upon a tombstone contiguous to the chancel door in Grindon churchyard, near Leek, Staffordshire : —

Farewell, dear friends; to follow me prepare;
Also our loss we'd have you to beware,

And your own business mind.

Let us alone,

For you have faults great plenty of your own.
Judge not of us, now We are in our Graves
Lest ye be Judg'd and awfull Sentence have;
For Backbiters, railers, thieves, and liars,

Must torment have in Everlasting Fires.

On a stone in the north aisle of the church of St. Peter of Mancroft, Norwich, is the following pathetic inscription :

SUSAN BROWNE, the last deceased of eleven children (the first ten interr'd before the northern porch) from their surviving parents, John and Susan his wife. She sought a city to come, and upon the 30th of August departed hence and found it.

A° Æt. 19. Dm. 1686.

Here lies a single Flower scarcely blowne,

Ten more, before the Northern Door are strowne,
Pluckt from the self-same Stalke, only to be

Transplanted to a better Nursery.

From Hedon, in Holderness, East Yorkshire,

is the following :

Here lyeth the body of

WILLIAM STRUTTON, of Patrington,

Buried the 18th of May 1734

Aged 97.

Who had, by his first wife, twenty-eight children,

And by a second seventeen ;

Own father to forty-five

Grand-father to eighty-six,

Great Grand-father to ninety-seven,

And Great, Great-Grand-father to twenty-three;

In all two hundred and fifty-one.

In Laurence Lideard churchyard, says Pettigrew, is a similar one :

The man that rests in this grave has had 8 wives,
by whom he had 45 children, and 20 grand-

Born at Bewdley in Worcestershire in 1650.

According to the epitaph of Ann Jennings at Wolstanton :

Some have children-some have none

Here lies the mother of twenty-one.

The following quaint epitaph in Dalry Cemetery commemorates John Robertson, a native of the United States, who died 29th September, 1860, aged 22:—

Oh, stranger! pause, and give one sigh
For the sake of him who here doth lie
Beneath this little mound of earth,

Two thousand miles from land of birth.

The Rev. William Mason, the Hull poet, married in 1765 Mary Sherman, of Hull. Two years later she died of consumption at Bristol. In the Cathedral of that city is a monument containing the following lines by her husband :