Two Babes were laid in earth before she died; Reader! if to thy bosom cling the pain Or if thy cherished grief have failed to thwart Lulling the mourner's best good thoughts asleep, II. SIX months to six years added he remained III. CENOTAPH. [See "Elegiac Stanzas. (Addressed to Sir G. H. B., upon the death of his Sister-in-Law.)"] In affectionate remembrance of Frances Fermor, whose remains are deposited in the church of Claines, near Worcester, this stone is erected by her sister, Dame Margaret, wife of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., who, feeling not less than the love of a brother for the deceased, commends this memorial to the care of his heirs and successors in the possession of this place. By vain affections unenthralled, This Tablet, hallowed by her name, Of fond regret be still thy choice, 'I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE.' IV. EPITAPH IN THE CHAPEL-YARD OF LANGDALE, WESTMORELAND, [OWEN LLOYD, the subject of this epitaph, was born at Old Brathay, near Ambleside, and was the son of Charles Lloyd and his wife Sophia (née Pemberton), both of Birmingham, who came to reside in this part of the country soon after their marriage. They had many children, both sons and daughters, of whom the most remarkable was the subject of this epitaph. He was educated under Mr. Dawes, at Ambleside, Dr. Butler, of Shrewsbury, and lastly at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he would have been greatly distinguished as a scholar but for inherited infirmities of bodily constitution, which, from early childhood, affected his mind. His love for the neighbourhood in which he was born, and his sympathy with the habits and characters of the mountain yeomanry, in conjunction with irregular spirits, that unfitted him for facing duties in situations to which he was unaccustomed, induced him to accept the retired curacy of Langdale. How much he was beloved and honoured there, and with what feelings he discharged his duty under the oppression of severe malady, is set forth, though imperfectly, in the epitaph.] By playful smiles, (alas! too oft Through life was OWEN LLOYD endeared To young and old; and how revered Had been that pious spirit, a tide Here, brought from far, his corse found rest, Fulfilment of his own request;— Urged less for this Yew's shade, though he Dear as they were, than that his Flock, V. ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE VILLAGE SCHOOL OF [COMPOSED at Goslar, in Germany.] I COME, ye little noisy Crew, Here did he sit confined for hours; He loved the sun, but if it rise Alas! what idle words; but take DIRGE. Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone; Thou Angler, by the silent flood; And mourn when thou art all alone, Thou one blind Sailor, rich in joy Thou drooping sick Man, bless the Guide Who checked or turned thy headstrong youth, As he before had sanctified Thy infancy with heavenly truth. |