The Parish Register eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 87 pages of information about The Parish Register.


Qui vultus Acherontis atri,
Qui Stygia tristem, non tristis, videt,
. . . . . . . . . . . . 
Par ille Regi, par Superis erit. 
                     Seneca, Agamemnon.


True Christian Resignation not frequently to be seen—­The Register a melancholy Record—­A dying Man, who at length sends for a Priest:  for what Purpose? answered—­Old Collet of the Inn, an Instance of Dr Young’s slow-sudden Death:  his Character and Conduct—­The Manners and Management of the Widow Goe:  her successful Attention to Business:  her Decease unexpected—­the Infant Boy of Gerard Ablett dies:  Reflections on his Death, and the Survivor his Sister-Twin—­ The Funeral of the deceased Lady of the Manor described:  her neglected Mansion:  Undertaker and Train:  the Character which her Monument will hereafter display—­Burial of an Ancient Maiden:  some former drawback on her Virgin Fame:  Description of her House and Household:  her Manners, Apprehensions, Death—­Isaac Ashford, a virtuous Peasant, dies, his manly Character:  Reluctance to enter the Poor-House; and why—­Misfortune and Derangement of Intellect in Robin Dingley:  whence they proceeded:  he is not restrained by Misery from a wandering Life:  his various returns to his Parish:  his final Return—­Wife of Farmer Frankford dies in Prime of Life:  Affliction in Consequence of such Death:  melancholy View of Her House &c. on her Family’s Return from her Funeral:  Address to Sorrow—­Leah Cousins, a Midwife:  her Character, and successful Practice:  at length opposed by Dr. Glibb:  Opposition in the Parish:  Argument of the Doctor; of Leah:  her Failure and Decease—­Burial of Roger Cuff, a Sailor:  his Enmity to his Family; how it originated:  his Experiment and its Consequence—­The Register terminates—­A Bell heard:  Inquiry for whom?—­The Sexton—­Character of old Dibble, and the five Rectors whom he served—­Reflections—­Conclusion.

There was, ’tis said, and I believe, a time
When humble Christians died with views sublime;
When all were ready for their faith to bleed,
But few to write or wrangle for their creed;
When lively Faith upheld the sinking heart,
And friends, assured to meet, prepared to part;
When Love felt hope, when Sorrow grew serene,
And all was comfort in the death-bed scene. 
   Alas! when now the gloomy king they wait,
’Tis weakness yielding to resistless fate;
Like wretched men upon the ocean cast,
They labour hard and struggle to the last;
“Hope against hope,” and wildly gaze around
In search of help that never shall be found: 
Nor, till the last strong billow stops the breath,
Will they believe them in the jaws of Death! 
   When these my Records I reflecting read,
And find what ills these numerous births succeed;
What powerful griefs these nuptial ties attend;

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