a scroll. The forehead is high and noble, and as the likeness was executed soon after his death, it may be supposed to convey some correct resemblance of his countenance. It was formerly in bright colors, but is now covered with a coat of white paint. Not far from it is the spot where his ashes rest, with the quaint adjuration;
"Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here;
Blest be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones."
Near him his wife reposes, with a Latin inscription on a small metallic tablet. On the tomb of their daughter Susannah, the wife of John Hall, who died in 1649, at the age of 66, the following epitaph was formerly legible;-
"Witty above her sex, but that's not all,
Wise to salvation, was good Mistress Hall;
Something of Shakspeare was in that, but this
Was of that Lord, with whom she's now in bliss;
Oh passenger! hast ne'er a tear
To weep for her who wept with all?
Who wept, yet set herself to cheer
Them up with comforts cordial?
Her love shall live, her mercy spread,
When thou hast ne'er a tear to shed."
With our feet resting almost on the very spot where the remains of the geeat poet slumber, we listened to
