No. 359. Here lies the body of Christopher Snowden, son of Edward and Elizabeth Snowden, who died July 26th, 1796, aged 4 years; also, here are deposited the remains of Edward Snowden, who died the 27th of November, 1798, aged 40 years.

No. 360. Sacred to the memory of George Snowden, who died April 13th, 1800, aged 66 years; Peter Snowden, who departed this life 27th July, 1816, aged 1 year; also, Mary, wife of the above named George Snowden of Hutton Moor, who departed this life the 9th of Sepr., 1821, aged 75 years; also, of Ann, the wife of Northing Snowden, who died April 31st, 1834, aged 63 years.

No. 361. Here rests the remains of Hannah, the wife of John Clark, who died October the 13th, 1805, aged 69 years; also, the above John Clark, who departed this life Novr. 29th, 1819, in the 81st year of his age.

No. 362. Sacred to the memory of Margaret, the daughter of John and Susannah Nattras, near Ripon, who departed this life July 25th, 1826, aged 4 years.

No. 363. Here lies the body of Henry Turkington, son of Joseph and Margaret Turkington, who died the 19th of October, 1773, aged 5 years; also, Joseph Turkington their son, who died the 15th of April, 1786, aged 20 years; also, Thomas Turkington their son, who died the 12th of September, 1800, aged 34 years.

No. 364. Erected in memory of George Steel, who departed this life March 29th, 1793, aged 45 years; also, of Ellen, widow of the above named George Steel, who died May 3rd, 1833, aged 82 years; and, of William their son, who died December the 3rd, 1833, aged 48 years.

No. 365. Sacred to the memory of Francis Cant of Ripon, who departed this life the 6th day of September , 1824, aged 54 years; also, Mary his wife, who died April 3rd, 1846, aged 72 years.

No. 366. Here lieth the body of Mary Cant, daughter of Francis and Mary Cant of Ripon, who departed this life May the 7th, aged 3 years and 7 months, 1811; also, Catherine Cant, daughter of thee above Francis and Mary Cant, who departed this life May the 15th, aged 1 year and 6 weeks, 1811.

Two pretty infants dear lie sleeping here,
Cease, dear friends, and weep no more,
They are not lost, but gone before.