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The cup of life just to his lips he pressed,
Found the taste bitter, and resigned the rest;
Averse then turning from the face of day,
He softly sighed his little soul away.

Note.—This epitaph, altered for a little girl, is to be found in Prittlewell
Churchyard, near Southend.

218. From St. George’s, Southwark. On the young wife of a
clergyman:—

She came to the Cross when her young cheek was glowing,
And raised to the Lord the bright glance of her eye;
And when o’er her beauty death’s darkness was flowing,
Her God then upheld her; her Saviour was nigh.

219. From Morville Churchyard, near Bridgenorth. On John
Charlton, Esq.

He was for many years master of the Wheatland Foxhounds, and died
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January 20 , 1843, aged 63, regretted by all that knew him:—

Of this world’s pleasures I have had my share,
And few the sorrows I was doomed to bear.
How oft have I enjoyed the noble chase
Of hounds and foxes, striving for the race;
But, hark! the knell of death calls me away,
Lo, sportsmen all, farewell! I must obey.

220. From Cambridge, on Mary Gwynne:—

Here lies the body of Mary Gwynne,
Who was so very pure within,
She cracked the shell of her earthly skin,
And hatched herself a cherubim.