dry, step in and try,
But don't forget your money."

An inn near London displays a board with the following inscription:

"_Call_--Softly,
_Drink_ Moderately,
Pay _Honourably_;
Be good Company,
Part FRIENDLY,
Go HOME quietly.
Let those lines be no MAN'S sorrow,
Pay to DAY and i'll TRUST tomorrow."

III.

For Epitaphs.

A terse account of an untimely end is given upon a stone in a Mexican
church-yard:

"He was young, he was fair
But the Injuns raised his hair."

The following may be read upon the tombstone of Lottie Merrill, the
young huntress of Wayne County, Pennsylvania: "Lottie Merrill lays hear
she dident know wot it wuz to be afeered but she has hed her last tussel
with the bars and theyve scooped her she was a good girl and she is now
in heaven. It took six big bars to get away with her. She was only 18
years old."

Upon the tomb of a boy who died of eating too much fruit, this quaint
epitaph conveys a moral:

"_Currants_ have check'd the _current_ of my blood,
And _berries_ brought me to be _buried_ here;
_Pears_ have _par'd_ off my body's hardihood,
And _plums_ and _plumbers_ _spare_ not one so _spare_.
_Fain_ would I _feign_ my fall; so _fair_ a _fare_
_Lessens_ not hate, yet 'tis a _lesson_ good.
_Gilt_ will not long hide _guilt_, such thin washed _ware_
_Wears_ quickly, and its _rude_ touch soon is _rued_.
_Grave_ on my _grave_ some sentence _grave_ and terse,
That _lies_ not as it _lies_ upon my clay,
But in a gentle _strain_ of _unstrained_ verse,
_Prays_ all to pity a poor patty's _prey_,
_Rehearses_ I was fruitful to my _hearse_,
_Tells_ that my days are _told_, and soon I'm _toll'd_ away."

In Glasgow Cathedral is an epitaph, which is engraved on the lid of a
very old sarcophagus, discovered in the crypt:

"Our Life's a flying Shadow, God's the Pole,
The Index pointing at him is our Soul,
Death's the Horizon, when our Sun is set,
Which will through Chryst a Resurrection get."

In a grave-yard at Montrose, in Scotland, this inscription may still be
seen:

"Here lies the Body of
George Young
And of all his posterity for
fifty years backwards."

This brief announcement may be read in Wrexham church-yard, Wales:

"Here lies five babies and children dear
Three at Owestry and two here."

In a church-yard near London the following may be deciphered:

"Killed by an omnibus why not?