On Eliza Newman:
"Like a tender Rose Tree was my Spouse to me;
Her offspring Pluckt too long deprived of life was she.
Three went before. Her Life went with the Six
I stay with 3 Our sorrows for to mix
Till Christ our only hope, Our Joys doth fix."
On a drummer, in an English church-yard:
"Tom Clark was a drummer, who went to the war,
And was killed by a bullet, and his soul sent for;
There were no friends to mourn him, for his virtues were rare,
He died like a man, and like a Christian bear."
On a stone near Appomattox Court-house, Virginia:
"Robert C Wright was born June 26th 1772 Died July 2. 1815 by the blood thrusty hand of John Sweeny Sr Who was massacred with the Nife then a London Gun discharge a ball penetrate the Heart that give the immortal wound."
At Middletown, Connecticut, is the following:
"This lovely, pleasant child—
He was our only one,
Altho' we've buried three before—
Two daughters and a son."
The controlling power of rhyme is well illustrated in the subjoined, from a tombstone in Manchester:
"Here lies alas! more's the pity,
All that remains of Nicholas Newcity.
"N. B.—His name was Newtown."