She died the 19th of February 1811
Aged 31 years.

Over the remains of freed slaves we have read

several interesting inscriptions. A running footman was buried in the churchyard of Henbury, near Bristol. The poor fellow, a negro, as the tradition says, died of consumption incurred as a consequence of running from London!

"Here

Lieth the Body of

SCIPIO AFRICANUS

Negro Servant to ye Right
Honourable Charles William

Earl of Suffolk and Brandon
who died ye 21 December

1720, aged 18 years."

On the footstone are these lines :

"I, who was born a Pagan and a Slave,
Now sweetly sleep, a Christian in my grave.
What though my hue was dark, my Saviour's sight
Shall change this darkness into radiant light.
Such grace to me my Lord on earth has given
To recommend me to my Lord in Heaven,
Whose glorious second coming here I wait
With saints and angels him to celebrate."

Our next is from Hillingdon, near Uxbridge :

Here lyeth
TOBY PLESANT

An African Born.

He was early in life rescued from West Indian Slavery by

a Gentleman of this Parish which he ever gratefully remembered and whom he continued to serve as a Footman honestly and faithfully to the end of his Life. He died the 2d of May 1784 Aged about 45 years.

Many visitors to Morecambe pay a pilgrimage to Sambo's grave. A correspondent kindly furnishes us with the following particulars of poor Sambo, who is buried far from his native land. Sunderland Point, he says, a village on the coast near Lancaster, was, before the advent of Liverpool, the port for Lancaster, and is credited with having received the first cargo of West India cotton which reached this country. Some rather large warehouses were built there about a century ago, now adapted to fishermen's cottages for the few fisher folk who still linger about the little port. Near the ferry landing on the Morecambe side there is a strange looking tree, which tradition says was raised from a seed brought from the West Indies, and the natives call it the cotton tree, because every year it strews the ground with its white blossoms. Close to the shore, with only a low stone wall dividing it from the restless sea, is a solitary grave in the corner of a field, which is called "Sambo's grave." Poor Sambo came over to this country with a cotton cargo, fell ill at Sunderland Point, and died; and

there being no churchyard near, he was laid in mother earth in an adjoining field. The house is still pointed out in which the negro died, and some sixty years afterwards it occurred to Mr. James Watson that the fact of this dark-skinned brother dying so far from home among strangers was sufficiently pathetic to warrant a memorial. Accordingly he caused the following to be inscribed on a large stone laid flat on the grave, which indicates that he was a slave of probably an English master about a century before the days of negro emancipation in the colonies :—

Here lies

POOR SAMBO,

A faithful negro, who

(Attending his master from the West Indies),

Died on his arrival at Sunderland.

For sixty years the angry winter's wave

Has, thundering, dashed this bleak and barren shore, Since Sambo's head laid in this lonely grave,

Lies still, and ne'er will hear their turmoil more.

Full many a sand-bird chirps upon the sod,

And many a moonlight elfin round him trips,
Full many a summer sunbeam warms the clod,
And many a teeming cloud upon him drips.
But still he sleeps, till the awakening sounds
Of the archangel's trump new life impart ;
Then the Great Judge, His approbation founds
Not on man's colour, but his worth of heart.

H. Bell, del. (1796.)

Epitaphs on Soldiers and Sailors.

WE give a few of the many curious epitaphs

placed to the memory of soldiers and

sea-faring men.

Our initial epitaph is taken from Longnor churchyard, Staffordshire, and it tells the story of an extended and eventful life :

In memory of WILLIAM BILLINGE, who was Born in a Corn Field at Fawfield head, in this Parish, in the year 1679. At the age of 23 years he enlisted into His Majesty's service under Sir George Rooke, and was at the taking of the Fortress of Gibralter in 1704. He afterwards served under the Duke of Marlborough at Ramillies, fought on the 23rd of May, 1706, where he was wounded by a musket-shot in his thigh. Afterwards returned to his native country, and with manly courage defended his sovereign's rights in the Rebellion in 1715 and 1745. He died within the space of 150 yards of where he was born, and was interred here the 30th January, 1791, aged 112 years.

Billeted by death, I quartered here remain,

And when the trumpet sounds I'll rise and march again.

On a Chelsea Hospital veteran we have the following interesting epitaph :

Here lies WILLIAM HISELAND,
A Veteran, if ever Soldier was,
Who merited well a Pension,

If long service be a merit,

Having served upwards of the days of Man.
Ancient, but not superannuated;
Engaged in a Series of Wars,
Civil as well as Foreign,

Yet maimed or worn out by neither.
His complexion was Fresh and Florid;
His Health Hale and Hearty;

His memory Exact and Ready.
In Stature

He exceeded the Military Size;
In Strength

He surpassed the Prime of Youth;
And

What rendered his age still more Patriarchal,
When above a Hundred Years old
He took unto him a Wife!
Read! fellow Soldiers, and reflect
That there is a Spiritual Warfare,
As well as a Warfare Temporal.
Born the 1st August, 1620,
Died the 17th of February, 1732,
Aged One Hundred and Twelve.

At Bremhill, Wiltshire, the following lines are placed to the memory of a soldier who reached the advanced age of 92 years :

A poor old soldier shall not lie unknown,
Without a verse and this recording stone.

'Twas his, in youth, o'er distant lands to stray,
Danger and death companions of his way.

Here, in his native village, stealing age

Closed the lone evening of his pilgrimage.