Maryland.
Henrietta thou was mild and lovely,
Gentle as a summer breeze;
Pleasant as the air of evening,
When it floats among the trees.
With triumph on her tongue
With radiance on her brow,
She passed to that exalted throng
And shares their glory now.
They were two loving sisters,
Who in this dust do lie.
The very day Annie was buried
Elizabeth did die.
My father and mother were both insane
I inherited the terrible stain.
My grandfather, grandmother, aunts and uncles
Were lunatics all, and yet died of carbuncles.
Here lies the bones of David Jones,
Laid both dead and dumb.
He read a law and plead a cause
But died from drinking rum.
Over the grave of a brave engineer.
Until the brakes are turned on time,
Life's throttle-valve shut down,
He works to pilot in the crew
That wears the martyr's crown.
On schedule time, on upper grade
Along the homeward section,
He lands his train in God's roundhouse
The morn of resurrection.
His time is full, no wages docked,
His name on God's pay roll,
And transportation through to Heaven
A free pass for his soul.
Elizabeth Scott lies buried here.
She was born Nov 20th 1785,
according to the best of her recollection.
Tennessee.
She lived a life of virtue and died of the cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in hope of a blessed immortality.