The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-02-27

written by himselt:-
The body
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
primer,
like the cover OF an old b0Ok
It's contents torn out,
and stripped of ITS lettering and gildine),
lies here, food for worms,
vet the work itself hal not be lost,
for it will las he beieved) appear once more
inanew 49,
and more beautiful edition
corrected and amended
The Author.
One Of the finest we have ever read is the sim
pie inscription in It. Anne's church, at Cracow,
dedicated oy Count Sierakowski, TO the illustri-
ops Copelnicus:- M
STA sol, ne moveare.
The very words OF Scripture, which were used
as pretext for the persecution OF the great
truth which he discovered, are here employed
to form his epltaph.
Byron's misanthropy vented itself in the cpl
taph on his Newfoundland dog, which he CON
cluded with the folio wing lnes:-
ITO mark friends remains these stones arise,
never knew but one, and here he lies."
The following is said to be on the tomb of
lady who is bured in Baltimore. She was born
In 1913, and died in 1885,
"Stop, passenger. until nv life you read,
The living may get knowledge by the dead;
i've times i've years lived virgins life.
Ten times Eve years was q virtuous wife,
len times five years hved q widow chaste,
Now wearied of tins mortal life, rest
Between my cradle and my grave have been
Il Pht mighty kings OF Scotland, and a queen.
-Four times Eve years the Commonwealth saw,
fen times the subjects rose against the law.
1wlce did see OlO pTelacy pulled down,
And twice the CLOAK was humbed by the gown.
An end OF Stuart's race saw, nay, more,
NV native country sold for English ore.
such desolatlon in my life have been
have an end Of all perfection seen."
In Saratoga, N. Y, is a tombstone containing
q carved image Of a locomotive, and in the win
dow is photograph of the engineer, to whom
the monument Is erected. Underneath are the
following lines:-
"My En- inc now is cold and still
NO WAFER doth her boiler fill
The wood affords its flames no more
My days OF usefulness are Ger"
If ever any epitaph expressed in highest praise
the character Of the departed, the succeeding
lines, addressed to the memory of Eliza Anspach,
of Baltimore, Nd, Will give beautiful lllustra.
tion:-
Farewell, our best beloved; whose heavenly mind
Genus virlue, strength to sottness joined;
Devotion not oeba7ed by pride or ant,
With meek simplicity and joy OF heart.
Tho spriPhtly gent @; tho polite sincerej
To parents love Y, as to friendship dear,
Unframed, respected in each sphere Of life,
The tendelest daughter, sister, friend and wife,
In thee their patronness, the afflicted lost,
Thy 1rien6s their comfort, ornament and boast"
-Epitaph, in Boutwell, ChuIchyard, Englan d,
on q blacksmith
'tMy sledge and hammer lie recin'd,
My bel ows TOO, have lost their wind,
My fires extinct my lorge decay'd,
My wise is in the dust q l laid
My coal Is spent my iron gone,
My nails are drove my WORK Is done.
My fre-dred corpse lies here at rest
My soul, smoke ike, scars to be blest."
There is singular inscription in Enfield
Churchyard, England, on the tomb OF John
White, who was surveyor to the New River Com
pany:-
"Here lies John White, who day by day
On river works did use much clay,
Is now himself turning that way,
II not to clay yet dust will come,
Which 10 reserve takes little room,
Although inclosed in this great tomb"
Epitaph on Thomas Shortbose;-- on
"Hic iacet Tom Shorthose;
Sine tomb, sine sheep, sine riches; h.
Qui vlXit sine gown, sine cloak
Sine shirt, sine breeches."
Epitaph in a churchyard near Salisbury, Eng
land-
"On Richard Button ESQ.
"Oh! Sun, Moon, btars. and ye celestial Polesl
Are graves theU owinded into Button HoesW
which is the deepest, the Longest, the
broadest, and the smallest grave in this church
yard ?n said pedestrian to his companion, while
meditating among the tombs at Esher.
why" replied he, ''it is that in which Miles
Button is buried; for it is Miles below the sod,
Miles in length Miles in breadth, and yet after
all it is but Button Hole"
About the year 1916, an account of a Kentish
miller's funeral was given in the papers He
lett handsome legacies to his executors, on con-
diton that they should bury him under the
MILL and place the following epltaph, his own
composition, above him:-
Underneath this ancient mill
Lies the body OF poor win.
Odd he lived, and odd he died.
And funeral nobody cried.
Where he's gone, and how he fares,
Nobody knows, and nobody cares"
Epitaph in Baltimore, Md
''ln memory of Peter Littig,
born Dec. 10 1764, died Apl. g. 1899
"Pee er Llttig was his name
Heav n hope hs station,
Baltimore was his dwelling place,
And Christ is his salvation.
Now he Is dead and buried
And all his bones are rotten,
Remember him when this you see
Lest he should be forgotten"
Perhaps the elimination of the comic, absurd,
and ridiculous i'll epitaphs was never reached, or
so fully illustrated, as in these few following
specimens, actually copied from tombstones IN
q churchyard in Massachusetts,
"El enezer lockwood aged jortyseven,
A miser ana hypocrte, never went to heaven"
In the same yRrd;-
"This is to the memory of Ellen Hill,
woman VINO would always have her will,
She snubbed her husband though she made good
bread,
And on The whole he's rather glad she's dead.
She whipped her children land she drank her gin)
mpped virtue out, ana whipped the devil in,
May all such women go to some great fold
Where they through ali eternity can scold."
Ano'her:-
"To the memory of Mary Gold
Who was gold in nothing but her name
She was tolerabe woman for an acquaintance
But O. Ii. hmsoif couidnt live with her
Her temper WAS 1urIous,
Her tongue was YlndIctiVe,
She resented a look, and frowned at smile,
And was sour as vinegar
She punshed the earth uowards OF forty years,
Tosay nothing OF her relations"
Another:-
| patriot who fought and bed for his country. VINO
was foremost in the stirring deeds OF his nations