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sixty or more of these silver Roman coins,'
&c. Smith, to whom the letter is passed
is recommended by Black to go at once
to secure the find and make observations.
The partial use by Smith of the title "London Museum" was anticipated by William Bullock, who for a few years from 1813 called his collection of natural history specimens the " London Museum and Pantherion."
My very discursive note has already exceeded reasonable limits, although much more might be written. The subject is of special interest to many who contribute to these pages, and who can speak with unquestioned authority on London anti- quities. It is to be hoped that when the projected Museum is established, its staff will include at least some names likely to secure their confidence, and therefore their very beneficial support.
ABRAHAMS.
EPITAPHIANA.
BREEDON-ON-THE-HILL, LEICESTERSHIRE. The following were recently copied in this churchyard :
Here Was Buried Jan. y e 13 th Anno 1680/1, Ralph Son of Francis Dolman of Worthington aged 67 years, and here was buried Feb. y 9 2 <l 168 '/5 Francis his Son Aged 41 years. Here Lyes their Bodies, both at Rest But their Souls, their Bodies puest, Is hence ascended whither neither Time, Nor Faith, nor Hope, but only Love can clime. Where being now enlightened, they do know The Truth of all men argue of below. Onely this dust doth here in Pawne remaine, That, when y" world dissolves, they rise againe.
Here Lyeth y e Body of Francis Doleman,
Son of Francis Doleman who was son of Francis
Doleman, Son of Ralph Doleman. who dyed
Novem. y c 22 d An 17,2 Aged 4 years.
Like Birds of prey
Death snatcht away
This harmless Dove.
W T hose soul so pure
Is now secure
In Heaven above.
In both the above instances the verses are carved at the back of an upright headstone.
Mary, NYife of Samuel Berridge, died 1748. A Loving Wife she was in Life And at her Death opprest With illness sore, Twelve months or more, Of Cancer in her Breast. With patience great, She then did wait Till God called her to Rest,
James Dolman, died 1843, aged 24.
Our friend has gone before
To that Celestial shore,
He hath left his mates behind,
He hath all the storms outrode,
Found the rest we toil to find,
Landed in the arms of God.
Thomas Allt, died 1861, in his 50 th year.
I have engraved for many a one
On stones that stand around,
And now my turn has come
To sleep beneath the ground.
O may our names engraven stand
In the Book of Life,
And may I meet in the better land
My Children, Friends, and Wife.
W. B. H.
LILLINGTON, DORSET. When looking over the church at Lillington, a village between three and four miles from Sherborne, in September, 1906, I came across a dark stone slab on the floor of the nave with the follow- ing inscription and quaint epitaph :
Nomine Lavrentivs qvondam Cognomine Colus
Stamine dissecto nvnc cinis vmbra vocor
Exvvias fragiles coniux pia texit in astris
Altera pars vivit non peritura mei
O qvicunq leges in me tua funera discas
Morte frui nostra te brevis hora rapit
Obiit Avgvs 25 anno natus 40 tos
1669
Her [sic] lyeth the body of M rs Mary Barry who died April the 9 th anno domini
1707 Reader yov have within this grave
A cole rakt up in dvst His covetovs fate saw it was late
And that to bed he must Soe all was swept vp to be kept
Alive untill the day The trvmp shovld blow it vp and shew
The Col e but sleeping lay Then do not dovbt the Cole' not ovt
Thoygh it in ashes lyes That little sparke now in the darke Will like ye phosnyx rise.
There is a coat of arms before the lines of verse. L. H. CHAMBERS.
Amersham.
STEVENAGE. I noted in Stevenage church- yard, Hertfordshire, in 1909, the following epitaph which specifies the cause of death :
To the memory of George Baker, who died October 29 th 1835 aged 22.
tf honor, A irtue, truth, or youth could save, So soon he had not tenanted a grave ; But study's victim, health from him was driven. As wasps destroy fair Nature's fairest fruit, So Tabes wasted him ; resign'd and mute
BCe died ; exchanging earth for brighter Heaven.
' Tabes " is consumption ; literally a wasting away. W. B. GERISH.
