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PARK AND CEA\ETER\'. 
Kentucky Notes. 
The most remarkable man that ever lived is bur- 
ied in the Lexington Cemetery, if the epitaph on 
the monument of Richard Higgins is to be credited. 
It is: 
‘‘The man of 73 years who never made an enemy or lost a 
friend." 
The management of Cave Hill Cemetery offered 
a prize of $25.00 at the Louisville flower show held 
in November ’96, for the best design for a carpet 
bed, in the hope of obtaining something new and 
unique. In some quarters this action would be ac- 
counted a clear case of encouraging evil doing. 
Among the substantial monuments in Lexing- 
ton Cemetery is the Stone memorial, an excellent 
example of Westerly granite. It is peculiar in that 
it bears the name of a dog below that of the mas- 
ter. The little animal is interred in the family lot 
and has a head stone which is lettered thus: 
In loving memory of Uon 
For sixteen years our silent brother and best friend. 
“His faithful dog shall bear him company.” 
Two stained glass windows in the chapel of 
Lexington cemetery are memorials to two of the 
early Presidents of the Cemetery Board, one’a law- 
yer, the other a business man. The windows are 
supposed to symbolize law and commerce, but their 
artistic merit is not visible and the designer’s ideas 
of law and commerce seem to have been rather 
hazy, for the symbols are so mixed as to be con- 
fusing. In fact after laboriously singling out com- 
merce I learned it was the memorial to the dead 
Jurist. 
A monument in Lexington cemetery bears this 
inscription : 
Lt. Hugh McKee, U. S. N. 
Killed in leading an attack upon the forts of Corea 
by U. S. Naval forces in 1871 where the citadel has 
been named Ft. McKee in his honor. 
This officer's father died on the battlefield of Buena 
Vista and is buried with other Kentuckian’s who 
fell in the Me.xican war, on the state lot in the 
h'rankfort, Ky., Cemetery. 
Both white and black ducks have heretofore en- 
livened the lake in Cave Hill Cemetery but in ’95 
the black ones were banished because they de- 
voured all of the hen and chicken plants they could 
find in the carpet beds. And now the white ones 
have developed the same taste. Probably the 
water fowl resented the use of such non-aquatic 
material. 
The extremely substantial memorial to Mrs. 
Bell, the wife of the superintendent of Lexfngton 
cemetery, is of gray granite from the south of Scot- 
land. 'Phe lettering on it is peculiar, looking as 
though put on with — black paint, but in fact the 
letters are deeply dovetailed, filled with lead and 
then polished. The work is said to be very dur- 
able. 
At the head of the space reserved on the family 
plot for the grave of the superintendent of Lexing- 
ton cemetery stands a shapely Box tree. Mr. 
Bell looks on it as his own monument. 
The Morgan family plot in Lexington cemetery 
is shaded by a very old gnarled and picturesque 
weeping Ash. Its twisted arms seem to be writh- 
ing in unnatural agony. John Morgan the famous 
confederate raider lies next to his mother, at whose 
grave a white Jessamine is planted and bears all 
through the warm season its fragrant, star-like 
white blossoms. The subject of moving the re- 
mains of Morgan to another lot, and erecting a 
monument to his memory^ is being considered by 
the Veterans of his old command. 
Lonicera fragrantissima is used for a hedge sev- 
eral hundred feet long at Ashland the historic home 
of Henry Clay which lies along the Richmond pike 
about one mile east of Lexington. It makes an at- 
tractive hedge bearing a heavy crop of fragrant 
white flowers in spring, remaining fresh and pleas- 
ing in foliage through the summer and retaining its 
leaves all winter as it is evergreen in this latitude, 
the young leaves appear at about the blossoming 
season. 
Fanny Copley Seavey. 
The Old Church, Bonchurch, Isle of Wight, England. 
When meditating a trip to England in 1895 
the publisher of Park and Cemetery asked me 
to keep in mind that anything I might see that 
would be of interest to the readers of the paper 
would be very acceptable. There were many 
places seen by me of which notes were made, but 
of which photographs could not be had at the time. 
Through the kindness of some good friends I have 
lately received some of the photographs desired, 
and propose to use them from time to time. Two 
of them are presented herewith, one of the 
old church, Bonchurch, the other of a noted 
grave in the new church, called “The Sha- 
dow of the Cross.” Bonchurch itself is close 
to the sea, on the South-eastern shore of the 
Isle of Wight. The broad expanse of the English 
Channel divides it from France, the distance be- 
tween the Island and Cherbourg being about 
sixty miles. The island at Bonchurch and 
vicinity presents to the sea immense clififs, and back 
of these are the towering downs, as they are called, 
one of them known as St. Boniface Down, which is 
immediately back of the town, is of 787 feet eleva- 
tion, and its rise almost perpendicular. It is at 
the foot of this Down, on its Eastern slope, that the 
old church stands. What with the steep elevation 
