He first departed, she a little tried to live without him. Liked it not and died.
His illness lay not in one part
But o'er his frame it spread.
The fatal disease was in his heart
And water in his head.
In memory of Elizabeth Taylor.
Could blooming years and modesty and all thats pleasing to the eye,
Against grim death been a defence,
Elizabeth had not gone hence.
Died when young and full of promise
Of whooping cough our Thomas.
She lived with her husband fifty years
And died in the confident hope of a better life.
Stop dear parent cast your eye,
And here you see your children lie.
Though we are gone one day before,
You may be cold in a minute more.
Little Teddy, fare thee well,
Safe from earth in Heaven to dwell.
Almost Cherub here below,
Altogether angel now.
On a tombstone for man and wife.
In sunny days and stormy weather,
In youth, and age, we clung together.
We lived and loved, laughed and cried
Together—and almost together died.