This was the epitaph they calmly wrote.
The Epitaph.
Here rests from skating, by his much loved ground,
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown
Science and Learning on him grimly frown’d
And Rinking only mark’d him for her own.
His birth was simple, and his ending sad,
His understanding and his means were small;
He gave to rinking all the cash he had,
And gain’d, his friends said “Serve him right,” a fall.