THE MODERN CEMETERY, 
V 
Epitaphs. 
In a church in Lincolnshire, on the tombstone 
of a blacksmith, are these lines: 
My sledge and hammer are reclin’d. 
My bellows, too, have lost their wind; 
My fire’s gone out, my forge decay’d. 
And in the dust my vice is laid; 
My work is done, my last nail’s driven — 
So I now resign myself to heaven. 
The Philadelphia Times is responsible for the 
following epitaph on a tired woman; 
Here lies a poor woman who always was tired. 
Who lived in a house where help was not hired. 
Her last words on earth were; “Dear friends I am going 
Wheije washing ain’t done, nor sweeping nor sewing. 
But everything there is exact to my wishes, 
For where they don’t eat, there’s no washing of dishes 
I’ll be where loud anthems will always be ringing, 
But having no voice I’ll get clear of the singing. 
Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn tor me never, 
I’m going to do nothing for ever and ever.’’ 
The tombstone of William Bell , Erroll, (1651- 
65), bears this inscription: 
“Here ceast and silent lies sweet sounding Beil, 
Who unto sleeping souls rung many a knell. 
Death crackt this Bell, yet doth his pleasant chiming 
Remain with those whorare their lamps a-trimming. 
In spite of death, his word some praise still sounds, 
In Christ’s church, and in heaven his joy abounds.” 
A huge boulder stone at the foot of one of Col- 
orado’s rocky cliffs is said to bear the following: 
An unknown man lies buried here. 
Whose name was probably Davedge, 
(From papers found about his clothes) 
Slain by the lordly savage. 
We found him by his broken gun, 
His hand gripped round the stock yet, 
A good big lead mine in his head. 
But no gold in his pocket. 
Only a well-thumbed deck of cards. 
All blackened on their faces; 
With kings and queens in duplicate. 
And sixteen extra aces. 
At the Dr. Eldward Dean cemetery, at the 
Furnace village, (Mass.), on the tombstone of him 
who gave the land, and for whom it was named, is 
the following epitaph; 
The third physician Easton ever lost. 
Those Guild and Pratt not five months past. 
A short time since we lived as friends, 
Godfrey, Guild, Pratt, Bryant too. 
Physicians all our labor ends. 
We’ve bid the world adieu; 
To brighter worlds our spirits rise 
And view at distance there 
The vain results of busy man. 
And smile at human care. 
Another in the same yard reads: 
Joyless sojourner was I, 
Only born to weep and die. 
On another stone. 
The lids he so seldom could close 
By sorrow forbidden to sleep. 
Sealed up in a lengthy repose. 
Have now forgotten to weep. 
On another; 
Ten thousand talents I did owe. 
But Jesus Christ has paid the debt; 
Believe and sure you’ll find 
To glory Death is but a step. 
Thomas Blair of Coldstream, Scotland, (1686- 
1728), is thus commemorated: 
‘ Here lies the Reverend Thomas Blair, 
A man of worth and merit. 
Who preached for fifty years and mair 
According to the Spirit. 
He preached off book to shun offense. 
And, what is still more rare. 
He never spoke a word of sense — 
So preached Tammy Blair.” 
VIEW IN CEDAR HILL CEMETERY, NEWARK, O. 
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