“An honest man’s the noblest work of God.”
Havard from sorrow rest beneath this stone;
An honest man—beloved as soon as known;
However defective in the mimic art,
In real life he justly played his part!
The noblest character he acted well,
And heaven applauded when the curtain fell.
On Robin Masters, Undertaker.
Here lieth Robin Masters—Faith ’twas hard
To take away our honest Robin’s breath;
Yet surely Robin was full well prepared,
Robin was always looking out for death.
On an Undertaker.
Subdued by death, here death’s great herald lies,
And adds a trophy to his victories;
Yet sure he was prepared, who, while he’d breath,
Made it his business to look for death.
On a Cobler.
Death at a cobler’s door oft made a stand,
And always found him on the mending hand;
At last came Death, in very dirty weather,
And ripp’d the sole from off the upper leather.
Death put a trick upon him, and what was’t?
The cobler called for’s awl, Death brought his last.
Beneath yon humble clod, at rest
Lies Andrew, who, if not the best,
Was not the very worst man;
A little rakish, apt to roam;
But not so now, he’s quite at home,
For Andrew was a Dustman.