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This is on the authority of Major Austin, but I am informed a fuller edition
of it is to be seen in a Devonshire Churchyard. (See 310.)

307. From a Churchyard near London:—

Stop, reader! I have left a world
In which there was a world to do;
Fretting and stewing to be rich—
Just such a fool as you.

308. From St. Mary’s, Shrewsbury:—

Let this small monument record the name
Of Badman, and to future times proclaim
How, by ‘n attempt to fly from this high spire,
Across the Sabrine stream, he did acquire
His fatal end. ‘Twas not for want of skill,
Or courage to perform the task, he fell;
No, no; a faulty cord being drawn too tight,
Hurried his soul on high to take her flight,
Which bid the body here good-night.
nd
Feb. 2 , 1739. Aged 28.

309. From Wapley, Gloucestershire:—

A time of death there is,
you know full well.
But when, or how ‘twill come,
no man can tell.
At midnight, morn, or noon:
remember then,
Death is most certain, though
uncertain when.

310. From Devonshire:—