The soul it cannot die,
Tho’ th’ body be turn’d to clay;
Yet meet again must they
At the last day.
Trumpets shall sound, archangels cry,
Come forth Is’bel Mitchell and meet
William Matthison in the sky.”
Seldom has there been a better excuse for an epitaph than appears in the following, from the burial-place of Inchchapel, near Montrose:—
“Janet Milne, spouse to James Lurie, her Monument.
We do this for no other end