For ever with the Lord,
Amen, so let it be:
Life from the dead is in that word,
’Tis immortality.
Also their infant son, William, January 9th, 1884.
In Sacred Memory of Frederick James Archer,
who passed away November 8th, 1886, aged
29 years.
“In the midst of life we are in death.”
From the gates of this melancholy place one looks down along the whole length of Newmarket High Street. Looking backward, you see the Heath, with the long trail of the road, and the gradually diminishing line of telegraph-poles seen at so acute an angle that they give almost the impression of a close-set palisade: no place so excellent as this for the purpose of instructing the young idea into the meaning of perspective.