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Dear wives, if you and i shall all go to heaven,
The Lord be blest, for then we shall be even,
—William Joy Horne, Carpenter.

277. From Barking, Essex. On Sarah Ricketts, aged 68, 1767:—

Here honest Sarah Ricketts lies,
By many much esteem’d,
Who really was no otherwise
Than what she ever seemed.

278. From Lee, Essex. On Mr. William Hampton:—

As Mary mourn’d to find the stone removed
From o’er the Lord, who was her best belov’d,
So Mary mourns that here hath laid this stone
Upon the best beloved husband gone.

279. On John Cole, who died suddenly while at dinner:—

Here lies Johnny Cole,
Who died, on my soul,
After eating a plentiful dinner;
While chewing his crust,
He was turn’d into dust,
With his crimes undigested, poor sinner!

280. From Leigh Delamere Churchyard, Wilts:—

Who lies here? Who do ‘e think?
Why, old Clapper Watts, if you’ll give him some drink.
Give a dead man drink?—for why?
Why, when he was alive he was always a-dry.

281. From Lambeth Churchyard, on William Wilson:—