The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1864-02-02 00:00:00

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THE BURIAL OF THE POOR BY THE PARISH.

To rho i'ditor.

Silk—Allow me space in your minable journal to
offer my protest at the inJeoent and unbecoming
manner in which the paupers of this town
are buriel. A lauper named John Pris-I.y. noddle( in
Orove-baildings, awl who formerly was well to do in
this town, 'WM buried on Tuesday afternoon. The
parish undertaker, instead of providing a decent
vehicle to carry the deceased to his last earthly
resting place, sent four decrepid old men to
carry the corpee to Fordinston Church. However,
they were no feeble, nothwithstanding that the corpse
was very light, that they were unable to bear the burden,
and they resolve I to put it on • pair of track..
Fortunately • Samaritan with an open cart chanced
to come by, and, meting how matters etood, volun•
tercel to carry the corp.° to the churchyard. This offer
was of course gladly aceepted, and in this manner was
conveyed to Fonlington Church, realising the couplet
of Tom Hood,
"Rattle him boner over the atones,
He's only a pauper. which nobody owns."
I trust, Rh, that the parish authorities will look Into
the matter, and in future provide decent burial for
people whoee only misfortune is that of being" poor."
I our, Sir, yours, ko,
A LOVER OF DECENCY.
Dorchester, January 27.

CARD PLATING AND !TR ETTECTIL —B-nue soldiers
ruet reoently at the Gun Tavern. Woolwich, and began
laying cards. A quarrel emetic& b.cause a man,named
Harrison, who was winning, would neither play longer,
nor give up the money he had won. Two of the soldiers
preaent then laid hold of him, and treated him so
roughly that a few days afterwards he died from the
affects of the injuries be bad received. A coroner's
Jury has returned a verdict of manslaughter against the
two soldiers. One of them is in cuatody, the other ham
ri,t been identified.
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The " Tones," Sept,mber 15, Freaking of Bmasotes
Modern and Antique Watches in the Exhibition, say.—
" An affording the moat striking 4:entreat. Mr. Bunion
+hoes with these • fresh exhibition of modern watch...,
with cues niade from prise designs at the South
K. neington Mounm, some of which are Ana speci-
men+ of engraving," Chronometer, duplex., lever,
horizontal, repeaters, centre seconds, keyless,
split aeconds, and every description of watch,
adapted to all climaten Benson's Illustrated Pam-
phlet on Watches (free, by post, for two 'banns)
contains • short history of watch-making, with descrip-
tions and prices. from 3to 200 guineas each. It acts as
• guide in the purchase of • watch, and enables those
who live in Scotland. Ireland. Wales, the Colonies.
India, or any part of the world, to select a watch, and
have it sent free and sale by mist J. W. Bensultwise
medallist, dug 33. hooourable mention, class I'6; 33
and 34. Ludgate-hill. London. Branch Establi+hments,
46, 47, and 63, ConxhilL Established 1749.
Watch end clock maker by special warrant of appoint,
mint to H.B.H. Mu Prises of Wales.

4.

LINES ON THE DE&TH OF H. POPLIL

Gone !

il;;Ilborer to his rest;
The Warrior
To his espeeted victory;
The Pilgrim to his home!
Tho' short his life, he bred
A life of work, in • work of life.
Now death has come
And cut him down,
And sent bins home
To wear his crown.
How deep the smart,
How pains the heart,
From him to part!
Bat oh 1 he lives, to die no more?
He lives to meet the all he's met before.
And who're ttohe..zhis cores aloes?
What, bells, to toll his death-knoll home?
What, lips, to hum his tonere' dhp?
Let Angels io the work, for they doss are at,
And proud would they be to do it.
But hawed mortals are to touch, to carry bane,
What immortality here leaves behind.
He was • man ; and more, a Godlike ;
What thousands cannot say, nor tall be said
Of them. Now be is • saint its heave.,
What all would wish to be, but MOM* be,
Unless like him they live, like him they die.
He ever received what God gave him:
Was thus enabled to live as God wished him,
And prepared to die when God would have ;
And now our loss is his infinite pin.
Dorchester. W. Tom.