Rebecca Rogers.
A house she hath it’s made of such good fashion,
The tenant ne’er shall pay for reparation;
Nor will her landlord ever raise her Rent,
Or turn her out of doors for non-payment;
From chimney money too this Cell is free,
To such a house who would not tenant be.
Henry Jeffry, leaving 8 children.
A faithful friend, a father dear,
A loving husband lieth here;
My time is past, my glass is run,
My children dear, prepare to come.
ELTHAM.
My wife lies here beneath
Alas! from me she’s flown,
She was so good, that Death
Would have her for his own.
Lancashire.
LIVERPOOL.
On John Scott, a Brewer.
Poor John Scott lies buried here,
Tho’ one he was both stout and hale,
Death stretched him on this bitter bier,
In another world he hops about.