The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1858-06-10


IL we had stuck to EPSON Salts,
We'd not been a lying in these here vaults"
There is, to my mind, touching sorrow con
veyed in the following most agra mmatical yer.
ses evidently composed by one of the unletter
ed Wiltshire parents themselves
" Beneath this stone his own dear child,
Whose gone from we
For ever more unto eternity
Where we do hcpe that we shall go to he
But him can never more come back to we."
Aud something OF the same kind although in
a less degree, feel belongs TO this one from
GullSfield, Montgomeryshre:
Beneath this yew tree,
Buried would he be-
Because his father he
Planted this yew tree"
A sensitive and dutitul heart is here ascribed
to the dead man more certainly than it could
be by score ol pompous lines written at So
much the eulogstic adjective. could tell the
exact figure, but am mum, of course, upon pro-
iessional secrets. In Tuchan churchyurd, BY
the bye, there is this apt inscription
To the mem Try of Susan Mum,
Silence is Wisdom"
You never q address myself to the reader)
happened to get hoIi OF the Stone cutters Guide !?
1t would he worth yOur while to look into it
when you have IA chance The best epitaph
can remember out OF it for general use is this
one
" He did not do much harm. nor yet much good
And might have been much better, if he would"
But truth is not the object of eptaphs, and
never have seen it written upon a tombstone
In All Saints Church. at Cambridge, there are
some really beautiful lines upon the death of
young person
"She took the cup of life to sip
Too bitter twas to drain;
She put it meekly from her lip,
And went to sleep again"
And here are couple of simple but suggestive
lines (the conclusion OF duh stanxa,) which are
fit to stand by the side of them
al am amazed thlt Death, that tyrant grim,
Should think on me- who never thought on him"
In Tyn.agel Church, Cornwall, (as read il i'm
my noe book,) there are these four lines. of
which the latter two W uld not | think, be un
worthy OF any of our British poets:
1.-THE body that here buried lies
By lightning fell. deaths sacrifice;
TO him Elijah's fate given
lie rode on flames of fire to Heaven"
There is an incompletencss about many epi.
taphs, Of which this one in Wrexham church
yard is case in point:
Here lies John Shore,
lsay no more;
lie was alive
In -G5."
And in others there is more stated than is
quite necessary. In Grantham church yard we
read:
"John Palfreyman. who is buried here
Was aged lOur-and-twenty year
And near this place his mother lies
Likewise his father, when ho dies"
This supesauousness sometimes extends even
to manifest talsehood, ,as in Llanymynech church
yard, in Montgomeryshre, where it is thus writ
ten
I" Here lies John Thomas
And his three children dear,
Two are buried at Oswestry,
And one here"
Here is a gentlewoman, who, il may speak so
of a gentlewoman departed, appears to have
thought By no means small beer of herself:
a good mother have BEEN
Many troubles have seen
All my life I've done my best
And so hope my souls at rest"
/ wonder that she does not say she is sure of
it. Many appear buoyant, however, not so much
from sense OF their own merits, as through a
natural elasticity Of disposition, as in the case
that follows:
Here lies l. There's an end to my woes,
And my spirit length at aise is;
With the tip of my nose
And the tops OF my toes.
Turned up to the roots ofthe daisies"
Others have the same philosophical spirit,
tInged with good humored sarcasm:
Z" Here lies | at the chancel door,
Here lies because l am poOr
But here lies as warm as they"
Lastly, there is a large class of eptaphs which
are founded on the profession OF the decreased
person, sOmrlim $ deScribsd in verse, sometimes
introduced Tor the eyoca lion OF a spiritual an-
alogy. These are not bal lines upon fisher
man:
"This man by worms was fed
The worms procured him fish,
And now that he is dead.
The worms will have their dish"
Although somewhat deficient IN tenderness,
the same charge must b. laid against this In
Memuridm to Mr.. John Law:
" Here lies John Law,
Attorney at law;
And when he died.
The Devil cried
Give us your paw,
John Law,
Attorney at law"
The best of these professional adieux is, how
ever that on a certain Mrs. Shovrn, a cook II
consists OF two stanzas, or, as she might have
called them herself, couple Of courses
"Unierneath this crust,
Lies the mouldering dust
OfEleanor Batehsler ShoVen,
Well versedin the arts
Ofpes, custards, and tarts,
Aud the lucrative trade of the oven,
When she'd lived long enough,
She made her last puff,
pufby her husband much praised;
Aud now she doth lie,
And make a dirt pie,
In hopes that her crust may be raised"
| cannot conclude these iottings from the
tombs more Ally than with this voice, or rath
with these two voices, from the North commu-