3R0 SPUING MKETING. 



are lost. The spelling throughout is very quaint, to give a 

 general idea of the composition I will omit this peculiarity and 

 supply, within brackets, just a sufficient number of words to 

 complete the sense. The words so enclosed are, of course, con- 

 jectural, but represent as nearly as possible those which have 



been lost : — 



" [Tears flow'd -when] eyes of nations saw cut down 



" [The glorious] roses all of England's crown ! 



" [Could nought ajvail to stop that fatal blow, 



" [The wou]nd of one, — a general overthrow ? 



" [Nought ! i]f the dear entreaties of a wife 



" [Beseeching] them ' O spare my husband's life,' 



"Aid not his subjects sighs, nor children's cries, 



" Such tears should move, as fall from princes' eyes ! 



" So sith those could do little, nought at all, 



" With those that rose so fast by his sad fall, 



" Blest Charles and best, yet thou has chang'd a crown 



" That all the Roundheads' malice can't cut down. 



" Nor had they thee, but that they clearly saw 



" Thou had'st but too much reason, too much law, 



" To plead thy cause, to justify their guilt. 



" Were't not for this, thy blood had ne'er been spilt. 



" Most we can do thee now, were it our choice, 



" Is now to moui-n as fast as foes rejoice. 



" Grief ne'er was counted sin, ere this, nor verse 



" Written in tears upon a sovereign's hearse. 



"Your hearts o'ercharg'd with sorrows, at last must 



" Resolve on this : — either to vent or bu'st. 



" Sith thou art gone, we ne'er can hope to see 



" Or find, in one, what we have lost in thee. 



" Till, Phoenix-like, there riseth fro' thy Line 



" a Second Charles, that is, Charles the Prime ! 



" Then, then, may we enjoy those happy days again, 



" Which rebels' swords shall never cut in twain. 



" Else, farewell hopes ! our joys are set, undone, 



" Unless revived by this Eising Sun, 



" Which ne'er shall be ecclips'd but mount as high 



" As earth can wish, — Hence to eternity ! " 

 But neither parish Registers nor stones, in connection with 

 our churches and churchyards, are expected to supply any very 

 perfect poetry. 



An instance, here and there, is met with, of exceeding well- 

 written lines, one* such occurs on a slate monument in Bodmin 

 church, but the generality are of the most crude description. 



* In memory of Cecily Achym, lii39, nee Ward. 



