Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion
Doth lie the landlord of the “Lion.”
His son keeps on the business still,
Resigned unto the heavenly will.
Vain is the search of the conscientious historian for that gem, or for its variant:
Here lies the body of Matilda Brown,
Who, while alive, was hostess of the “Crown,”
Resigned unto the heavenly will,
Her son keeps on the business still.
It would, perhaps, be too much to say there was never such an epitaph at Upton, but certainly there is not one of the kind there now.
INGLE-NOOK, “LYGON ARMS,” BROADWAY.
A publican whose name was Pepper is commemorated by an odd epitaph in the churchyard of St. John’s, Stamford. None of the funny dogs who indulged in mortuary japes and quips and cranks could have resisted the temptation of the name “Pepper,” and thus we find:
Hot by name, but mild by nature,
He brewed good ale for every creature;
He brewed good ale, and sold it too,
And unto each man gave his due.
In Pannal churchyard, between Wakefield and Harrogate, is the terse inscription on Joseph Thackerey, who died November 26th, 1791:
In the year of our Lord 1740
I came to the “Crown”;
In 1791 they laid me down.