Epitaph from Tichfield.—The curious epitaph which I inclose was copied, as closely as possible, from a monument in Tichfield Church, Hants. You may perhaps think it worthy of a place in "N. & Q."
"The Hvsband, speakinge trewly of his Wife,
Read his losse in hir death, hir praise in life.
Heare Lucie Quinsie Bromfield buried lies,
With neighbours sad deepe weepinge, hartes, sighes, eyes.
Children eleaven, tenne livinge me she brought.
More kind, trewe, chaste was noane, in deed, word, thought.
Howse, children, state, by hir was ruld, bred, thrives.
One of the best of maides, of women, wives,
Now gone to God, her heart sent long before;