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Here I lies,
In a sad pickle,
Killed by icicle.

150. On Hogarth,

Who lies in a superb tomb, with his wife, the daughter of Sir James
Thornhill, and her mother, in Chiswick Churchyard. Garrick wrote the
following lines, which are still visible:—

Farewell, great painter of mankind,
Who reach’d the noblest point of art;
Whose pictured morals charm the mind,
And, through the eye, correct the heart.
If genius fire thee, reader, stay;
If nature touch thee, drop a tear;
If neither move thee, turn away,
For Hogarth’s honour’d dust lies here.

151. From Belturbet Churchyard, Ireland:—

Here lies John Higley, whose father and mother were drowned in
their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have
been buried here.

152. On Christopher Thumb, at Frome, Somerset:—

Stretch’d underneath this stone is laid
Our neighbour Goodman Thumb;
We trust, although full low his head,
He’ll rise i’ the world to come.
This humble monument will show
Where lies an honest man.
Ye kings whose heads are laid as low,
Rise higher if ye can.