The charnel mounted on the wALL.
Sets to be seen in funer
A matron plain domestic
In care and pain continu
Not slow, not gay, not prodig
Yet neighborly and hospit
Her children seven, yet living
Her sixty-seventh year hence did c
To rest her body natur
In hopes to rise spiritu

WRITTEN IN 1748.

Ye witty mortals, as you’re passing by,

Remark that near this monument doth lie,

Centered in dust,

Two husbands, two wives,

Two sisters, two brothers,

Two fathers, a son,

Two daughters, two mothers,

A grandfather, grandmother, and a granddaughter,