owing to the disuse of the old wooden press. is the epitaph of a Scotch printer

Sacred to the memory of

ADAM WILLIAMSON,
Pressman-printer, in Edinburgh,
Who died Oct. 3, 1832,

Aged 72 years.

All my stays are loosed;

My cap is thrown off; my head is worn out;
My box is broken;

My spindle and bar have lost their power;
My till is laid aside;

Both legs of my crane are turned out of their path;
My platen can make no impression;

My winter hath no spring;

My rounce will neither roll out nor in ;
Stone, coffin, and carriage have all failed;
The hinges of my tympan and frisket are immovable;
My long and short ribs are rusted;

My cheeks are much worm-eaten and mouldering

away:

My press is totally down:

The volume of my life is finished,
Not without many errors;

Most of them have arisen from bad composition, and
are to be attributed more to the chase than the

press;

There are also a great number of my own;
Misses, scuffs, blotches, blurs, and bad register;
But the true and faithful Superintendent has under-
taken to correct the whole.

When the machine is again set up

(incapable of decay),

It

A new and perfect edition of my life will appear, Elegantly bound for duration, and every way fitted for the grand Library of the Great Author.

The next specimen is less satisfactory, because devoid of the hope that should encircle the death of the Christian. It is the epitaph which Baskerville, the celebrated Birmingham printer and type founder, directed to be placed upon a tomb of masonry in the shape of a cone, and erected over his remains :

Stranger

Beneath this cone, in unconsecrated ground,

A friend to the liberties of mankind

Directed his body to be inurned.

May the example contribute to emancipate thy mind
from the idle fears of superstition, and the
wicked arts of priestcraft.

It is recorded that "The tomb has long since been overturned, and even the remains of the man himself desecrated and dispersed till the final day of resurrection, when the atheism which in his later years he professed will receive assuredly so complete and overwhelming a refutation."

In 1599 died Christopher Barker, one of the most celebrated of the sixteenth century typographers, printer to Queen Elizabeth-to whom, in fact, the present patent held by Eyre and Spottiswoode can be traced back in unbroken succession.

Here BARKER lies, once printer to the Crown,
Whose works of art acquired a vast renown.
Time saw his worth, and spread around his fame,
That future printers might imprint the same.

But when his strength could work the press no more
And his last sheets were folded into store,

Pure faith, with hope (the greatest treasure given),
Opened their gates, and bade him pass to heaven.

We will bring to a close our examples of typographical epitaphs with the following, copied from the graveyard of St. Michael's, Coventry, on a worthy printer who was engaged over sixty years as a compositor on the Coventry Mercury :—

Here

lies inter'd

the mortal remains

of

JOHN HULM,

Printer,

who, like an old, worn-out type,

battered by frequent use,

reposes in the grave.

But not without a hope that at some future time
he might be cast in the mould of righteousness,
And safely locked-up

in the chase of immortality.

He was distributed from the board of life
on the 9th day of Sept., 1827,

Aged 75.

Regretted by his employers,

and respected by his fellow artists.

Good and Faithful Servants.

UR graveyards contain many tombstones

OUR

inscribed to the memory of old servants. Frequently these memorials have been raised by their employers to show appreciation for faithful discharge of duty and good conduct of life. A few specimens of this class of epitaph can hardly fail to interest the reader.

Near to Chatsworth, Derbyshire, the seat of the Duke of Devonshire, is the model village of Edensor, with its fine church, from the design of Sir Gilbert Scott, reared on the site of an old structure. The church and graveyard contain numerous touching memorials to the memory of noblemen and their servants. In remembrance of the latter the following are of interest. The first is engraved on a brass plate near the chancel arch:

Here lies ye Body of MR. IOHN PHILLIPS Some-
time Housekeeper of Chatsworth, who de-
parted this life on ye 28th of May 1735, in ye
73rd year of his age, and 60th of his service in
ye Most Noble family of His Grace the Duke
of Devonshire.

Pray let my Bones together lie
Until that sad and joyful Day,
When from above a Voice shall say,
Rise, all ye dead, lift up your Eyes,
Your great Creator bids you rise ;
Then do I hope with all ye Just
To shake off my polluted dust,
And in new Robes of Glory Drest

To have access amongst ye Bless'd.
Which God in his infinite Mercy Grant
For the sake & through ye merits of my
Redeemer Jesus Christ ye Righteous.

Amen.

A tombstone in the churchyard to the memory of James Brousard, who died in 1762, seventy-six years, states:—

in 1762, aged

Ful forty years as Gardener to ye D. of Devonshire, to propigate ye earth with plants it was his ful desire ; but then thy bones, alas, brave man, earth did no rest afoard, but now wee hope ye are at rest with Jesus Christ our Lord. On a gravestone over the remains of William Mather, 1818, are the following lines :

When he that day with th' Waggon went,

He little thought his Glass was spent ;

But had he kept his Plough in Hand,

He might have longer till'd the Land.

We obtain from a memorial stone at Disley Church a record of longevity

Here Lyeth Interred the

Body of JOSEPH Watson, Bur