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of marble being required. The main portion under 
the great dome will be called Memorial Hall, and 
directly under the dome a circular opening eighteen 
feet in diameter, protected by an iron railing will 
show the sarcophagus in the crypt below. The four 
square corners of the structure will be utilized, the 
two on the south have stairways leading to the 
crypt, wherein visitors may pass entirely around the 
sarcophagus and read the inscriptions thereon. 'The 
two corners on the north will contain relics and in- 
teresting souvenirs of the great general. 
It is promised that the first of August will see 
the scaffolding removed from the building and the 
last bit of exterior mason work done. After the 
scaffolding and fences are removed, the landscape 
gardeners will begin their work, and notwithstand- 
ing the lateness of the season, an attempt will be 
made to get the grounds into as presentable a con- 
dition as possible, although the planting will be 
deferred until next spring. The grounds will 
be sodded and gravel walks prepared. 
Although the tendency of the times in regard to 
the epitaph is conciseness and simplicity, yet there 
are many old ones as well as those of recent date, 
in which the subject or the author lends a charm 
to the composition and instructs as well as consoles. 
The following are such examples: 
In Chiswick churchyard, England, is buried the 
great painter, William Hogarth. His epitaph was 
written by David Garrick; 
Farewell, great painter of mankind, 
Who reached the noblest point of art, 
Whose pictur’d morals charm the mind. 
And through the eye correct the heart. 
If genius fire thee, reader, stay. 
If nature touch thee, drop a tear; 
If neither move thee, turn away. 
For Hogarth’s honor’d dust lies here. 
One of the most beautiful of all the inscriptions 
in English churchyards is that indited by Leigh 
Hunt over the grave of the “Dairyman’s Daughter,” 
at Arreton, on the Isle of Wight. The touching 
simple story of her life has been told in many langua- 
ges; its fragrance has permeated through palace and 
hovel alike: 
To the memory of Elizabeth Wallbridge; 
The Dairyman’s Daughter, 
Who died May 30, 1801, age 31 years. 
Stranger, if e’er by chance or feeling led. 
Upon this hallowed turf thy footsteps tread. 
Turn from the contemplation of this sod 
iVnd think of her whose spirit rests with God. 
Lowly her lot on earth; but He, who bore 
'tidings of grace and blessings to the poor. 
Gave her His truth and faithfulness to prove 
The choicest pleasures of His boundless love — 
Faith, that dispelled affection’s darkest gloom; 
Hope, that could cheer the pass.i;,e to the tomb; 
Peace that not Hell’s dark legions could destroy. 
And love, that filled the soul with heavenly joy. 
Death, of its sting disarmed, she knew no fear. 
But tasted heaven, e'en while she lingered here. 
Oh! happy saint, may we, like thee, be blest — 
In life be faithful and in death find rest. 
One of the most curious inscriptions to be found 
in the parish churches of London is that at St. 
Martin’s in commemoration of one Florens Caldwell; 
Earth goes to 
1 Earth 
) 
i As a mould to mould; 
Glittering in gold 
Earth treads on 
Earth as to 
( Return ne’er should 
Earth shall be 
1 Goe where he would. 
Earth upon 
- Earth 
- Consider may. 
Earth goes to 
f Naked away; 
Earth though on 
\ Be stout and gay; 
Earth shall from 
] Passe poore away. 
Be merciful and charitable. 
Relieve the poore as thou art able; 
A shroud to thy grave 
Is all thou shall have. 
Inscription on a boulder near Confederate Monu- 
ment, Oakwood Cemetery, Chicago: 
CENOTAPH. 
To those unknown heroic men 
Once resident in the Southern States, 
Martyrs of human freedom. 
Who at the breaking out of the civil war. 
Refused to be traitors to the Union, 
Who, without moral or material support. 
Stood alone among ruthless enemies. 
And after unspeakable suffering either 
Died at their post of duty, 
Or abandoning home and possessions. 
Sought Refuge 
And scant bread for their families, 
Among strangers at the North. 
'I'o these pure patriots, who 
Without bounty, without pay, 
Without pension, without honor. 
Went to their graves. 
Without recognition, even by their country, 
This stone is raised and inscribed, 
After thirty years of waiting. 
By one of themselves. 
. AN EXILED ABOLITIONIST. 
