Through a rank growth of weeds and briers, a few pale neglected flowers raised their delicate faces, like virtue struggling heavenward through the retarding throng inhabiting this naughty world.
The headstone was evidently erected before the poet’s day, and he who erected it had composed the epitaph. It is more than likely he chiseled it also, as the letters were ill-shaped and irregular, and looked as though carved out with a pick.
Here is a fac-simile of the inscription:—
“Cynthy Ann is berried here.
Be easy with her,
Lord,
And, you won’t lose nothin’,
She was a plaguey good wife to me
But
She wouldn’t be druv.”