CONNECTICUT.
New Haven.
Composed by the deceased.
Partridge Thacher.
Rest here, my body, till the Archangel's voice more sonorous far than nine fold thunder, wakes the sleeping dead; then rise to thy just sphere and be my house immortal.
On a babe four days old.
Since I so very soon was done for
I wonder what I was begun for.
Here lies the body of Obadiah Wilkinson
And Ruth, his wife.
Their warfare is accomplished.
Franklin White.
Here lies Frank a shining light
Whose name, life, actions all were white.
Reader pass on. Don't waste your time
On bad biography and bitter rhyme.
For what I am this crumbling clay assures,
And what I was is no affair of yours.
God works a wonder now and then,
He though a lawyer was an honest man.
Dr. Somerby.
At length a grave spots for him provided,
Where all through him so many of us died did.
Early, bright, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exalted and went to heaven.
Norfolk.
Lieut. Nathan Davis.
Died in 1781.
Death is a debt that's justly due,
That I have paid and so must you.
Elizabeth, wife of Nathan Davis.
Died 1786.
This debt I owe is justly due,
And I am come to sleep with you.