To the memory of Mary Clow, &c.
A vertuous wife, a loving mother,
And one esteemed by all that knew her.And to be short, to her praise, she was the woman that Solomon speaks of in the xxxi. chapter of the book of Proverbs, from the 10th verse to the end.
Old Epitaph.
As I was so are ye,
As I am You shall be,
That I had that I gave,
That I gave that I have,
Thus I end all my cost,
That I left that I lost.
Epitaph on a Bell Ringer.
Stephen & time now are even,
Stephen beat time, now time’s beat Stephen.
Here lies
Elizabeth Wise.
She died of Thunder sent from Heaven
In 1777.
On a Family cutt off by the Small Pox.
At once depriv’d of life, lies here,
A family to virtue dear.
Though far remov’d from regal state,
Their virtues made them truly great.
Lest one should feel the other’s fall,
Death has, in kindness, seiz’d them all.
George Hardinge much indulged himself in versifying, and a curious instance in illustration occurred at Presteigne, in the spring of 1816, a few hours before his decease. An application was made by Messrs. Tippens, addressed to the judge “if living, or his executors,” for the payment of a bill. The answer was penned by the Judge only three hours prior to his death, and was as follows:—