Upon October’s three and twentieth day
The world began, (as learned Annals say,)
That was this child’s birthday, on which he died,
The world’s end may in his be typified:
Oh! happy little world, whose work is done
Before the greater, and his rest begun.
WOOLWICH.
Several years since, an inhabitant of Woolwich died, leaving a testamentary order that his tombstone should be inscribed with the well-known lines:—
Youthful reader, passing by,
As you are now, so once was I,
As I am now, so you must be,
Therefore prepare to follow me.
The widow of the deceased, who did not honour her lord more than the ordinary run of wives, obeyed her late husband’s injunctions, but added a postscript of her own composition—
To follow you I am not content,
Until I know which way you went.
FRINDSBURY.
On Mrs. Lee and her son Tom.
In her life she did her best,
Now, I hope her soul’s at rest;
Also her son Tom lies at her feet,
He liv’d till he made both ends meet.