Accordingly the body of this gallant man being taken out of one of his majesty's yachts at Deptford, on the 3d of July, 1672, and laid in the most solemn manner in a sumptuous barge, proceeded by water to Westminster Bridge, attended by the king's barges, his royal highness the duke of York's; as also with the several barges of the nobility, lord-mayor and the several companies of the city of London, adorned suitable to the melancholy occasion, with trumpets and other music that sounded the deepest notes. On passing by the Tower, the great guns there were discharged, as well as at Whitehall; and about five o'clock in the evening the body being taken out of the barge at Westminster Bridge, there was a proceeding to the Abbey-church, with the highest magnificence. Eight earls were assistants to his son, Edward earl of Sandwich, chief mourner, and most of the nobility and persons of quality in town, gave their attendance to his interment, in the duke of Albermarle's vault, in the north side of King Henry the VIIth's chapel, where his remains are deposited.

Adorn'd with titles, but from virtue great,
At sea a Neptune, a Nestor in the state;
Alike in council and in fight renown'd,
In action always with success still crown'd.
A Soldier, Seaman, Statesman, here he lies;
No heart more honest, and no head more wise.
Tho' brave, yet gentle; tho' sincere, not rude;
Justice in camps, in courts he truth pursued,
Living, he rais'd a deathless, spotless name;
And dying, soar'd above the reach of fame.

Reader, if English, stop the falling tears!
Grief should not wait on him who felt no fears;

He wants no pity: could his ashes speak,

These gen'rous sounds would from the marble break,

"Go, serve thy country, while God spares thee breath,

"Live as I liv'd, and so deserve thy death."

WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

To the memory of Sir Charles Wager, Knight, Admiral of the White,

First commissioner of the admiralty,

And privy counsellor,

A man of great natural talents;
He bore the highest commands,

And passed through the greatest employments, With credit to himself, and honour to his country: He was in private life

Humane, temperate, just, and bountiful;
In public station

Valiant, prudent, wise and honest:

Easy of access to all;

Plain and unaffected in his manners;

Steady and resolute in his conduct;

So remarkably happy in his presence of mind,
That no danger ever discompos'd him:
Esteemed and favoured by his King,
Beloved and honoured by his country,

He died May 24, 1743, aged 77.

In Westminster Abbey,

And at Nacton, in Suffolk.

As a memorial of his own gratitude,

And of the virtues of his benefactor, This Monument was erected by his nephew, Francis Lord Orwell,

He was the second son of James Vernon, Who was secretary of state to King William III. And whose abilities and integrity

Were equally conspicuous.
In his youth

He served under the Admirals Shovel and Rooke:
By their example he learned to conquer,
By his own merit he rose to command.
In the war with Spain of M.DCC.XXXIX.
He took the fort of Porto Bello

With six ships,

A force which we thought unequal to the attempt. For this he received

The thanks of both houses of parliament.

He subdued Chagre, and at Carthagena
Conquered as far as naval force
Could carry victory.

After these services he retired,
Without place or title,

From the exercise of public
To the enjoyment of private
Virtue.

The testimony of a good conscience
Was his reward;

The love and esteem of all good men
His glory.

In battle, though calm, he was active,
And though intrepid, prudent;
Successful, yet not ostentatious,
Ascribing the glory
To God.

In the senate he was disinterested, vigilant and steady.
On the xxx. day of October, M.DCC.LVII.
He died as he had lived,

The friend of man, the lover of his country,
The father of the poor.
Aged LXXIII.

ST. DUNSTAN'S STEPNEY.

Here lies the body of Daniel Saul,
Spittlefield's weaver, and that's all.

IN LITCHFIELD CATHEDRAL.

Eva Maria,

Relict of DAVID GARRICK, Esq.
Caused this monument to be erected

To the memory of her beloved husband,
Who died the 20th of January, 1779, aged 63 years,
He had not only the amiable qualities of private life,
But such astonishing dramatic talents,

As too well verified the observation of his friend:
"His death eclipsed the gaiety of nations,
And impoverished the public stock of harmless

pleasure."

Got Ismittinotan Epitaphatall

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, him
An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man;
As an actor, confest without rival to shine ;
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line

Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,
The man had his failings-a dupe to his art,
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread,
And be-plaster'd with rouge his own natural red.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
With no reason on earth to go out of his way,
He turn'd and he vary'd full ten times a day;

Tho' secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick,
If they were not his own by finessing and trick:

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