Here lies Joseph Trowlup
Who made yon stones roll up;
When death took his soul up,
His body filled this hole up.
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From Massachusetts, where a sorrowing and pious parent inscribed the following two lines to the memory of his dead child:
We cannot have all things to please us,
Poor little Tommy's gone to Jesus.
A sympathetic reader, mistaking the point of the lament, added the lines:
Cheer up, dear friend—all may yet be well,
Perhaps poor little Tommy's gone to Hell.
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New Berne, North Carolina:
Ingenious youth, thou art laid in dust.
Thy friends, for thee, in tears did burst.