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Romantic Epitaphs.
year 1727 an election for a Member of Parliament took place , and all the ardour of Vin ' s nature was at once aroused in the interests of his favourite party . The Tory candidate , Mr . Borlace Warren , was opposed by Mr . John Plum-tree , the Whig nominee , and , in the heat of the excitement , Vin emp hatically declared that he should not mind d ying immediately if the Tories gained the victory . Strange to relate , such an event actually occurred , for when the contest and the " chairing " of the victor were over he fell down dead Avith joy , September 6 th , 1727 . The epitaph upon him is as follows : —
" Hero lies vm Byre , Let fall a tear For one true man of honour ; No courtly lord , Who breaks his word , Will ever be a mourner . In freedom ' s cause He stretched all his jaws
, Exausted all his spirit , Then fell down dead . It must be said He was a man of merit . Let Freemen be As brave as he , And vote Avithout a guinea '\
; , Vin Eyre is hurled- ^ To t'other world , And ne ' er took bribe or penny . " True to his friend , to helpless parent kind , He died in honour's cause , to interest blind .-Why should we grieve , life ' s but an any toy ? We vainly Aveep for him who died of joy . "
In the churchyard of Kirk Hallam , Derbyshire , a good specimen of a true Englishman is buried , named Samuel Oleater , who died May 1 st , 1811 , aged 65 years The two-lined epitaph has such a remarkably sturdy ring about it , that it deserves to be rescued from oblivion : — <> True to his King , his country was his glory , When Bony won , he said it was a story . "
A Few Days On The Yorkshire Moors.
A FEW DAYS ON THE YORKSHIRE MOORS .
YX 7 E are rattling away at a glorious rate from busy , bustling , merchandising ' » ' Hull , in the express train for Leeds . We are leaving our home in the aforenamed town , to take our well-earned holidays for the recuperation of mind and body . To describe the many ancl various thoughts that flit through our minds would be difficult ; suffice it to say , we feel a sense of freedom and li ght-heartedness very different from any we have lately experienced , and are lookiug forward with confidence ' to a merry ancl health-giving holiday . It is
harvest time ; the reapers are out in the fields gathering the " golden grain " so necessary to life , and the rapidly passing panorama is one of rustic splendour . The sun is just setting , and " The West Avith evening glows " most gorgeously , only to give place after a few more hours to its rival , the harvest moon . As the scene changes , and the tints in the sky begin to fade away , we can almost imagine that the rhythmical roar of the train is beating time to
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Romantic Epitaphs.
year 1727 an election for a Member of Parliament took place , and all the ardour of Vin ' s nature was at once aroused in the interests of his favourite party . The Tory candidate , Mr . Borlace Warren , was opposed by Mr . John Plum-tree , the Whig nominee , and , in the heat of the excitement , Vin emp hatically declared that he should not mind d ying immediately if the Tories gained the victory . Strange to relate , such an event actually occurred , for when the contest and the " chairing " of the victor were over he fell down dead Avith joy , September 6 th , 1727 . The epitaph upon him is as follows : —
" Hero lies vm Byre , Let fall a tear For one true man of honour ; No courtly lord , Who breaks his word , Will ever be a mourner . In freedom ' s cause He stretched all his jaws
, Exausted all his spirit , Then fell down dead . It must be said He was a man of merit . Let Freemen be As brave as he , And vote Avithout a guinea '\
; , Vin Eyre is hurled- ^ To t'other world , And ne ' er took bribe or penny . " True to his friend , to helpless parent kind , He died in honour's cause , to interest blind .-Why should we grieve , life ' s but an any toy ? We vainly Aveep for him who died of joy . "
In the churchyard of Kirk Hallam , Derbyshire , a good specimen of a true Englishman is buried , named Samuel Oleater , who died May 1 st , 1811 , aged 65 years The two-lined epitaph has such a remarkably sturdy ring about it , that it deserves to be rescued from oblivion : — <> True to his King , his country was his glory , When Bony won , he said it was a story . "
A Few Days On The Yorkshire Moors.
A FEW DAYS ON THE YORKSHIRE MOORS .
YX 7 E are rattling away at a glorious rate from busy , bustling , merchandising ' » ' Hull , in the express train for Leeds . We are leaving our home in the aforenamed town , to take our well-earned holidays for the recuperation of mind and body . To describe the many ancl various thoughts that flit through our minds would be difficult ; suffice it to say , we feel a sense of freedom and li ght-heartedness very different from any we have lately experienced , and are lookiug forward with confidence ' to a merry ancl health-giving holiday . It is
harvest time ; the reapers are out in the fields gathering the " golden grain " so necessary to life , and the rapidly passing panorama is one of rustic splendour . The sun is just setting , and " The West Avith evening glows " most gorgeously , only to give place after a few more hours to its rival , the harvest moon . As the scene changes , and the tints in the sky begin to fade away , we can almost imagine that the rhythmical roar of the train is beating time to