The Worms Feed Sweetly

The Worms Feed Sweetly

READER, whoever thou art, prepare to meet thy descending God. Erelong the clod’s of the valley shall cover thee: and the worms feed sweetly upon thy flesh. Be ye always ready:
Since no device, nor work is found,
nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
SEEING WE ARE AS GRASS,
OR LIKE THE MORNING FLOWER;
IF ONE SHARP BLAST SWEEP O’ER THE FIELD,
WE WITHER IN AN HOUR.
As a tribure of sincere affection, a memento of true friendship and a memorial of a faithful Christian, N. BRADBURY erected this monument.

While I was in Lichfield on the coach trip (mentioned a couple of posts ago), I wandered into the yard of R Bridgeman & Sons. Charming old buildings, decorated with a strange assortment of old bits of bass relief, broken statues and the like. I didn’t have time to stay more than a few moments. I took few photos, including this one, and continued up the road to the cathedral.

Now I have processed the photos and read this inscription properly. Isn’t it wonderful? Does anyone know any more about it? There’s no date and no mention of the person the memorial was made for. Was it a reject from the stonemason’s workshop?

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2 Responses to “The Worms Feed Sweetly”

  1. Jim Brodie Says:

    Thanks for sharing, Sue. I wondered if it might have been an apprentices’ trial piece?

  2. suetortoise Says:

    It might well be, or a sample to show potential customers.

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