A gravestone in Horncastle churchyard, Lincolnshire, has this epitaph : My helm was gone, My sails were rent, My mast went by the board, My hull it struck upon a rock, On a sailor's gravestone in the burial-ground at Hamilton, we are told : The seas he ploughed for twenty years, And all that time was never known To strike upon a bank or stone. Epitaphs on Musicians and Actors. A FEW epitaphs relating to music and the drama now claim our attention. Our first example is to be found in the cathedral at Norwich : Here WILLIAM INGLOTT, organist, doth rest, For descant most, for voluntary all, He past on organ, song, and virginall. And now 'mongst angels all sings St. in Heaven; Buried the last day of December, 1621. This erected the 15th day of June, 1622. In Wakefield Parish Church a tablet bears an inscription as follows: In memory of HENRY CLEMETSHAW, upwards of fifty years organist of this church, who died May 7, 1821, aged 68 years. Now, like an organ, robb'd of pipes and breath, Its keys and stops are useless made by death, Tho' mute and motionless in ruins laid; Yet when re-built, by more than mortal aid, This instrument, new voiced, and tuned, shall raise, We copy the following from a monument in Holy Trinity Church, Hull : In memory of GEORGE LAMBERT, late Organist of this Church, performing its duties with ability This Tablet is erected by his Musical and private Friends, and Minerva Lodges of Free Masons of this Town That they might place on record of his personal and professional merit. Tho' like an Organ now in ruins laid, From a churchyard in Wales we obtain the following curious epitaph on an organ blower : Under this stone lies MEREdith Morgan, Who blew the bellows of our church organ. Yet never so pleased as when pipes he was filling. No puffer was he, though a capital blower; He could blow double G., and now lies a note lower. Our next epitaph records the death of a fiddler, who appears to have been so much attached to his wife that upon the day of her death he, too, yielded to the grim tyrant. Of this pair, buried in Flixton churchyard, it may be truly said: "In life united, and in death not parted." The inscription is as follows: To the Memory of JOHN BOOTH, of Flixton, who died 16th March, 1778, aged 43 years; on the same day and within a few hours of the death of his wife HANNAH, who was buried with him in the same grave, leaving seven children behind them. Reader, have patience, for a Moment Stay, Nor grudge the Tribute of a friendly tear, Suspended now his fiddle lies asleep, That once with Musick us'd to charm the Ear. Not for his Hannah long reserv'd to weep, So tenderly he loved his dearer part, His Fondness could not bear a stay behind; And Death through Kindness seem'd to throw the dart Their happy Lives in Length of Days acquir'd; One little Space of Mother Earth contains. The Pledges of their tender love remain, For seven fine children bless'd their nuptial State. But heal their Sorrows and their lost Estate. In the Old Cemetery, Newport, Monmouthshire, on a Scotch piper, the following appears :— To the memory of Mr. JOHN MACBETH late piper to His Grace the Duke of Sutherland, and a native of the Highlands of Scotland: Died April 24th, 1852, Aged 46 years. A firmer friend ne'er trod on Albyn's heath; To be an honour to his native land, As real Scotchmen wish to fall or stand. A handsome Gael he was, of splendid form, Sir Walter Scott remarked at Inverness, "How well becomes Macbeth the Highland dress!" |