More unusual and moving epitaphs.
This is an example of an epitaph that pleads with the reader to remember the deceased. Very often the only trace that people have left is the epitaph itself:
In Uckfield, ob. 1610 :—
Now I am dead and lyd in grave, And that my bones are rotten, By this shall I remember’d be,
Or else I am forgotten.
John Prosser is my name, & England is my nation, Bowchurch is my dwelling place, & Christ is my salvation. Now I am dead, & in my grave, & all my bones are rotten, As you pass by, remember me, when I am quite forgotten.
Ob. 1772, aet. 5 months and 2 days :—
The cup of Life just with her lips she prest, Found the taste bitter, and declin’d the rest; Averse then turning from the face of day,
She softly sigh’d her little soul away.—F. Soame.
At Wisbeach:—Beneath a sleeping infant lies,
To earth whose body lent More glorious shall hereafter rise,
But not more innocent.
When the archangel’s trump shall blow, And souls to bodies join,
Millions will wish their lives below
Had been as short as thine.—S. Wesley.
Tread softly, Passenger, for here doth lie,
A dainty Jewel of sweet Infancy :
A harmless Babe, that only came and cried, In Baptism to be wash’d from Sin, and dy’d.
In this Marble Casket lies A matchless Jewel of rich Prize :
Whom Nature, in the World s Disdain, But shew’d, and put it up again.
In Chelsea Church, ob. 1808, ret. 14 days:— Mount ague Rush.
Farewell sweet innocent; a flower too fair To bless thy anxious parents’ tender care;
Too bright thy bloom for us on Earth to view; We gazed ! admired! we wept and bade adieu! ! ! Return d thee back to Heav’n’s illumin’d Sphere, To bloom for ever as au Angel there.