Routleigh, George

  Here lies in the horizontal position/ The outside case of/ George Routleigh, Watchmaker,/ Whose abilities in that line were an honour/ To his profession:/ Integrity was the main-spring,/ And prudence the regulator/ Of all the actions of his life:/ Humane, generous and liberal,/ His hand never stopped/ Till he had relieved distress;/ So nicely regulated were all his movements/ That he never went wrong/ Except when set-a-going/ By people/ Who did not know/ his key;/ Even then, he was easily/ Set right again:/ He had the art of disposing of his time/ So well/ That his hours glided away/ In one continual round/ Of pleasure and delight,/ Till an unlucky moment put a period to/ His existence;/ He departed this life/ November 14, 1802/ Aged 57,/ Wound up,/ in hopes of being taken in hand/ By his Maker,/ And of being Thoroughly cleaned, repaired/ And set-a-going/ In the World to come.