Yorkshire.
LEEDS.
Under this stone do lie six children small,
Of John Wittington of the North Hall.
On a Learned Alderman.
Here lies William Curtis, late our Lord Mayor,
Who has left this here world, and is gone to that there.
SELBY.
Here lies the body of poor Frank Row,
Parish clerk, and grave-stone cutter;
And this is writ to let you know,
What Frank for others us’d to do,
Is now for Frank done by another.
BARWICK-IN-ELMET.
On a Marine Officer.
Here lies, retired from busy scenes,
A first lieutenant of marines,
Who lately lived in gay content
On board the brave ship Diligent.
Now stripped of all his warlike show,
And laid in box of elm below,
Confined in earth in narrow borders,
He rises not till further orders.
BIRSTALL.
This is to the memory of old Amos,
Who was, when alive for hunting famous,
But now his chases are all o’er,
And here he’s earthed—of years fourscore.
Upon this stone he’s often sat,
And tried to read his epitaph;
And thou who dost so at this moment,
Shalt, ere long, somewhere lie dormant.
ROTHERHAM.
We joined was in mutual love,
And so we did remain,
Till parted was by God above,
In hopes to meet again.
LEEDS.
Hic jacet sure the fattest man,
That Yorkshire stingo made;
He was a lover—of his can,
A clothier by his trade.
His waist did measure three yards round,
He weighed almost three hundred pounds;
His flesh did weigh full twenty stone—
His flesh, I say, he had no bone,
At least ’tis said that he had none.
NORTH ALLERTON.
Hic jacet Walter Gun,
Some time Landlord of the Sun;
Sic transit gloria mundi.
He drank hard upon Friday,
That being a high day,
Then took to his bed and died upon Sunday.
WADDINGTON.
Wm. Rd. Phelp, a Boatswain of H.M.S. Invincible.
When I was like you,
For years not a few,
On the ocean I toil’d,
On the line I have broil’d,
In Greenland I’ve shiver’d,
Now from hardships deliver’d;
Capsized by old Death,
I surrendered my breath,
And now I lay snug,
As a bug in a rug.
LEEDS.
Here lies my wife,
Here lies she;
Hallelujah,
Hallelujee.
RICHMOND.
Here lies the body of William Wix,
One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Sixty Six.
Wales.
Carmarthenshire.
CARMARTHEN.
A hopeful youth, and well beloved,
Has to the earth his body bequeathed.