| William Easton, Who was lost at sea, In the fishing smack Martha, In the gale of January, 1865. Aged 30 years. |
| When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming; When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, No hope lends a ray the poor fisher to cherish. Oh hear, kind Jesus; save, Lord, or we perish! |
| In affectionate remembrance of Thomas Crackles, Humber Pilot, who was drowned off The Lincolnshire Coast, During the gale, October 19th, 1869. Aged 24 years. |
| How swift the torrent rolls That hastens to the sea; How strong the tide that bears our souls On to Eternity. |
| In affectionate remembrance of David Collison, Who was drowned in the “Spirit of the Age,” Off Scarborough, Jan. 6th, 1864. Aged 36 years. |
| I cannot bend over his grave, He sleeps in the secret sea; And not one gentle whisp’red wave Can tell that place to me. Although unseen by human eyes, And mortal know’d it not; Yet Christ knows where his body lies, And angels guard the spot. |
| Robert Pickering, who was Drowned from the smack “Satisfaction,” On the Dutch coast, May 7, 1869. Aged 18 years. |
| The waters flowed on every side, No chance was there to save; At last compelled, he bowed and died, And found a watery grave. |
| In affectionate remembrance of William Harrison, 53 years Mariner of Hull, Who died October 5th, 1864. Aged 70 years. |