"Here lies my wife,—
Poor Molly, let her lie;
She finds repose at last,
And so do I."
"My pains were great, no tongue can tell
What I endur'd when I was ill:
The Lord in mercy thought it best,
And took me to a place of rest.
Then parents dear, weep not for me;
I hope in heav'n I shall you see."
In Bakewell Churchyard is the following curious testimony to the vocal powers of its late clerk:—
"The vocal powers hear let us mark
Of Philip, our late parish clark.
In church none ever heard a layman
With a clearer voice say Amen.
Who with Hallelujahs sound
Like him can make the roof rebound?
The choir laments his choral tones,
The town so soon here laid his bones.
Sleep undisturb'd within thy peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with such notes as thine."
In St. Mary's Churchyard at Elland, in Yorkshire, is an anagram on Maria Tailour, which will make "a mari alto rui,"—with the following observation by way of allusion:—
"From seas of woes, which were due to my crimes,
Death snatcht me hence, to go to rest betimes."
