| Where now, O Son of Mars, is Honour’s aim? What once thou wast or wished, no more’s thy claim. Thy tomb, Carmichael, tells thy Honour’s Roll, And man is born, as thee, to be forgot. But virtue lives to glaze thy honours o’er, And Heaven will smile when brittle stone’s no more. |
The following is inscribed on a gravestone in Fort William Cemetery:—
Sacred
To the Memory of
Captain Patrick Campbell,
Late of the 42nd Regiment,
Who died on the xiii of December,
MDCCCXVI.,
Aged eighty-three years,
A True Highlander,
A Sincere Friend,
And the best deerstalker
Of his day.
A gravestone in Barwick-in-Elmet, Yorkshire, states:—
| Here lies, retired from busy scenes, A first lieutenant of Marines, Who lately lived in gay content On board the brave ship “Diligent.” Now stripp’d of all his warlike show, And laid in box of elm below, Confined in earth in narrow borders, He rises not till further orders. |
The next is from Dartmouth churchyard:—
Thomas Goldsmith, who died 1714.
He commanded the “Snap Dragon,” as Privateer belonging to this port, in the reign of Queen Anne, in which vessel he turned pirate, and amass’d much riches.
| Men that are virtuous serve the Lord; And the Devil’s by his friends ador’d; And as they merit get a place Amidst the bless’d or hellish race; Pray then, ye learned clergy show Where can this brute, Tom Goldsmith, go? Whose life was one continued evil, Striving to cheat God, Man, and Devil. |
We find the following at Woodbridge on Joseph Spalding, master mariner, who departed this life Sept. 2nd, 1796, aged 55:—