Forty miles distant was she sent, Hereat this young man sadly griev'd, She by no means could to him send, He mourn'd so much, that doctor's art. She that from him was sent away After he had in grave been laid Her father's horse, which well she knew, Which when her uncle understood, When she was got her love behind, But as they did this great haste make, And unto him she thus did say, When we come home a fire we'll have; Soon were they at her father's door, She knock'd, and straight a man he cry'd, Who's there? "Tis I, she then reply'd; Who wonder'd much her voice to hear, And was possess'd with dread and fear. Her father he did tell, and then Down stairs he ran, and when he see her, Cry'd out, my child, how cam'st thou here. Pray sir, did you not send for me, Where is he? then to her he said, He star'd about, and there could he His daughter he said nothing to, Her father to the father went They ask'd her, and she still did say, A handkerchief she said she ty'd Affrighted, then they did behold And though he had a month been dead, This thing unto her then they told, And grieved, that she quickly dyed. Part not true love, you rich men then, Your daughters love, give them their way, ABBOT REEVE'S LAMENT: BY MRS. J. Cobbold, of HOLY WELLS, IPSWICH. John Reeve, alias Melford, was the last, who presided over the rich and noble Abbey of Bury St. Edmund. He was a native of Melford, and was elected Abbot in 1514. Of his life but few particulars are known. In 1522, a commission was directed to him to ascertain the bounds of Ipswich, a jury impanneled, and their return filed in chancery. At the grand funereal solemnity of Abbot Islip of Westminster, in 1532, he was the principal assistant. On Nov. 4th, 1539, after having in vain endeavoured to avert the fatal blow by several most humiliating concessions, he was compelled to surrender his splendid and wealthy monastery into the rapacious hands of Henry the VIIIth. An annual pension of 500 marks was assign ed him; and he retired from the splendor and magnificence of the abbatial palace and dignity to a private station, in a large house at the south-west corner of Crown Street, which was the Exchequer Room belonging to the Abbey, and which has undergone less alteration than any other of the same age in the town; and where, in 1768, his arms were still to be seen in one of the windows, with a scroll beneath, inscribed Dominus Johannes Melford Abbas, He appears, however, to have fallen a victim to the severity of the change; as he very soon sunk under the weight of disappointment and sorrow, occasioned by the havoc and devastation made in his church and abbey, the overthrow of that religion to which he was so firmly attached, and the degrading necessity he was under of resigning his honors and his dignity. These causes operated so strongly upon his mind, as to produce that chagrin and vexation, which shortened his life, and brought him to the grave on the 31st of March following, after having survived the degradation of his order, and the loss of his abbey, for the short space only of four months. Amongst the numerous monuments and ancient gravestones in the church of St. Mary, was that of this pious and learned man. He was interred in the middle of the chancel, and over his grave was originally placed a very large flat-stone of grey marble, embellished at the four corners with the arms of the abbey, impaling those of his own family, and also his effigy in brass, in full pontificals, with a mitre on his head, and a crosier in his hand. But this ancient stone was most indecently broken and removed in 1717, by some Goths of the 18th century, to make room for a new one to cover the remains of a Mr. Sutton, who was buried in the very grave of the Ex-Abbot. On the stone was the following inscription: |