I pye the Crysten man that hast goe to see this:
to pye for the soulls of them that here buryed is |
And remember that in Cryst we be bretherne:
the wich hath comaundid eu’ry man to py for other |
This sayth Robert Midleton & Johan his Wyf.
Here wrappid in clay. Abiding the mercy |
Of Almyghty god till domesdaye.
Wych was sutyme s’unt to s’ gorge hasting knyght |
Erle of huntingdunt passid this tnscitory lyf,
in the yere of our Lord god m cccc...... |
And the......day of the moneth of ......
On whose soull Almyghty god have m’cy amen |“This Inscription (says a writer in The Gentleman’s Magazine, for 1751) was in Gothic letters, on a plate of brass, in the middle aisle, on the floor near the entrance into the chancel. It contains six lines, the end of each is marked thus |; and it appears to have been laid down in the life-time of Robert Midleton, because neither the year, day, nor month are set down, but spaces left for that purpose. I observe, that the inhabitants of Islington want to make their church older than I presume it is, and quote this inscription as it is in Strype, 1401, in support of that notion, when it is plain 1500, and is all that it says; and Sir G. Hastings was not created Earl of Huntingdon till the 8th of December, 1529, so that this inscription must be wrote after that time. The oldest date that appears anywhere about the church, is at the south-east corner of the steeple, and was not visible till the west gallery was pulled down, it is 1483; but as these figures are of a modern shape, it looks as if it was done in the last century; the old way of making these characters was in Arabic, and not as they are now generally made.”
She’s gone: so, reader, must you go. But where?
On Lady Molesworth.
A peerless matron, pride of female life,
In every state, as widow, maid, or wife;
Who, wedded to threescore, preserv’d her fame,
She lived a phœnix, and expired in flame.
ST. AUGUSTIN’S CHURCH.
William Lamb.
O Lamb of God which Sin didst take away,
And as a Lamb was offered up for Sin.
Where I poor Lamb went from thy Flock astray,
Yet thou, O Lord, vouchsafe thy Lamb to Winn
Home to thy flock, and hold thy Lamb therein,
That at the Day when Lambs and Goats shall sever,
Of thy choice Lambs, Lamb may be one for ever.
TEMPLE CHURCH.
Mary Gaudy, Aged 22, 1671.
This fair young Virgin for a nuptial Bed
More fit, is lodg’d (sad fate!) among the Dead,
Storm’d by rough Winds, so falls in all her pride,
The full blown rose design’d t’ adorn a Bride.