Thousands of years after blest Abel’s fall,
’Twas said of him, being dead he speaketh yet;
From silent grave methinks I hear a call:—
Pray, fellow mortals, don’t your death forget.
You that your eyes cast on this grave,
Know you a dying time must have.
Near the same place is a curious stone, to the memory of John Cotton:—
Here lyes interred three children, viz., three sons of Rev. Mr. John
Cotton, who died in the work of the gospel ministry at
Charlestown, South Carolina, Sept.
ye 18th, 1869, where he had great success, and seven sons of
Josiah Cotton, Esq., who died in their infancy.
On the southerly slope of the hill, near a pine grove, is a stone to a child:—
The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge.