Wit On Tomb-stones

A vast amouut of wit is to bü gathered froin tomb-stuues, and mortunry I puns havo long beeu f'anious. Tho epithut of tho wilty divine, Dr. Thomas Fuller, ia worthy of himself, simply Fuller's earth! Thero ia a professional point in the epitket of au eminent barrieter, Sir Joha Strange : Here lies an houest lawyer - that is strange. And by what au oulrageous quibblo Las tho uaino of Wrn. Barton, Esq, boen haridod down to immortality. Tho epitaph is to be tseeu in a chuich-yard neur Salisbury : O sun, moon, stars and ye celestial poles ! Are graves, Uien, dwindleil iuto Burtou holes! Thero ia potnething quaint and touehj ing in this epitaph of Griualdi, the distiuguished clown : F t I aru! One of tho be;t of this briefor kind was proposed by Jorrold, whose wit did not always wear so eourleous a dress. - Charles Knight, the Skakespeatian critio, was the subject, and tho words- Good Kuight. Professional rivalry produeei this illDatured iuscription for the tcmb-titone of a western editor : Here lies an Editor. It 8 added ■ that tho injured man rocommendod the author to uso the inBcription as a motto for his own journal. Oí h'storic epitaphs tho best is this one on Shakspeare's aetors : Exit Burbage. In a similar vein a Wit gave a couplet to Mrs. Oldiield, the most uelcbralod actress ot her day : This we must onn, in justice to her shade, The first bad exit Oldtield ever made. Something of compliment is hero sacrificed to make tho point. It is the reverso of Maleolia'a Eulogy oa Cowder : Nolhing in Uis life Became hiui like the leaving of it. The Comedian Foote takes his turn thus : Foote frora his earthly etage, alas ! is hui'led : DeaLli took liim oü', who took off all the world, Westminster Abbey bas êöiüo notable cpitaphs. This, by Samuel Wesley, i on the monument to Butler, tho author of Hudibras: Wüen Bullcr, iieedy wreteh 1 was alill alivo No geuerous patrón vould a dinner give. See liiiu, wken staived to dealh and turued to dust Preaeuted wltli a monumental bust! The poet's fate is h'éie :i eniblem shown : He asked for bread aud received but a stono. This couplet on a monumeut to Joha Gay, the poet, Tüackaray'tí "Litl.'j French Aboe," ii Jmrdty suitjd lo a Chnstian church : Life is a jesL, and all things sbow it, I thoughtso once aud now I know it. Aud what a defianco there ia iu this, on the monument of tüat "gallant soldier, Thomas Vere : " When Vere sought death, artned wilb bis sword andshield, Death was afraid to meet liim in the field ; But when bis weajxm be had laid aside, Death like a coward stnick him aud he elk il. Sir Thomas Perkins, the great wrestler, eaused a uioumneut to be built for himself on whic!i was a eculpture in relief, depicting Ueath iu the act of throw'ing Sir Thomas. Tha epitaph, whiob is iu Latin, reads as follows : Here lies the chief, who once threw all, Thrown by the conqnermg arm of death, Who ne'er had given the kuight a fall, But that he fonnd him out of breath. Bul boast not, Death ! with empty pride, ïhy Btreugtb ; the day will cotae wheii he Arising, with l'reah breath supplied, Shall vanquish Time and conquer thee. Miss Long was a heautiful actress of the last century, so short in stature that sho was kuowu us tho pocket Venus. - Her epitaph coucludos: Tlioiigh long, vet short, Thoujjh short, yet Pretty Long, Baucroft, Aiohbishop of Canterbury, was a covatous mati, aud this pasquínading epitaph was put on him : Here lies his Grace, in cold elay ciad, Who died for waal oí what ho had. The reveree of this is od Mr, James Wordsdalu, a very liberal man : Eager to get, but not to keep the pelf A iiiend io all mankind ; but not himself. We close our list with a pathetie inscription placed by an honest Illinois farmer over the doublé grave of a span of favorito horses, struek down by lightüing, and buried in bis front yard: Peace to their manes.