New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1870-01-26

slabs of white marble set in for inscriptions There
three panels in the 'front.' three in the rear and
at each end. The center panel in front bears the
| following inscription commemorative Of Mr.. Pea
bodys father and mother:
THOMAS PEABODY.
Died 1871, aged 40.
JUDITH DODGE, His wife.
Died $780, aged 80.
The left hand panel is blank. On the right is the
following:
DAVID PEABODY. Died 1871, aged 81
AcHsAH s. PEABODY: Died Feb. 1921,
aged 40.
These were brother and sister of George Miss
Achsah Peabody was a milliner, and kept little
shop in South Danvers. Another brother and sister
are recorded on one of the end panels:
THOMAS PEABODY died April 1885, aged "a.
MARY G. P MARSH, died Aug. 1884,
aged ~.
All the other panels are blank. Mr. Peabody took
a strong dislike to this burial place after it was
finished. partly, perhaps because in grading it the
trees, which were its original charm, had to be cut
down. A new plot will therefore be selected in
another part Of the cemetery. Harmony Grove
stands upon the top and side of hill. The side,
which is well shaded, and broken by charming
Irregularities of surface, to my taste much the
finest part of the ground but there is fashion in
being buried well as in less solemn duties of exist
ence, and fashion at Harmony Grove has set resoute
ly in the direction of the crest of the HILL where
fine view of Salem, Peabody, and the surrounding
country may be had by any mourner who is disposed
to take it, and lots laid off with rectangular roads
and Philadelphia sameness of gray stone posts,
Somewhere up here George Peabedys grave will
probably be. 20, s..-s
'f.e'" Az OLD-FAsHToNED ROMANCE.
Going over this ground was reminded of another
grave. almost within sight, which must tell you
little about though it is far from having any con-
nection with George Peabody as anything well could
be- In the old graveyard spoke of by the roadside,
separated from Harmony Grove by narrow valley
and pond, is red sandstone slab, more than half
clipped away by sentimental pilgrims to the resting
place of the once celebrated Eliza Wharton. That's
the name at least by which she figures in a novel
that about the end of the last century set all roman
tic young women a-crying the true story OF an
unfortunate and beautiful girl. The Coquette, or
the History of Eliza Wharton" Il am not sure of the
exact ttle told with not very exemplary spirit the
not very exemplary story of a young lady who had
been well known in society, and whose fate excited
an extraordinary interest. year or two ago new
edition of this forgotten book was published with an
introduction by Mrs. Locke; but new and old have
now alike passed out of the shops. 1t was the Old
story of a gay and thoughtless life, of ruin, and
lonely death,-the seducer in this case being mar
ried man. In our days of opera bouffe Ouda, and
Medora Leigh, the novel would proDaDiy De thougnt
unbearaby dull but the palates of our greatgrand
mothers were not used to such highly-seasoned lit
erary fare, and they found it all very exciting; it
was so nice and wicked, and then it was all true.
The lady's real name was Elizabeth Whitman. 1t is
an actual fact that than half her tombstone has
been carried away bit by bit, by relichunters, and
when saw it the edges freshly Clipped, and
small stone lying at the foot of the slab
had apparently been used q hammer SO
YOU see the race of sentimental pilgrims
still flourishes. Nearly all the inscription, including
the name, has been broken away, and much OF what
remains is illegbe without more pains than cared
10 bestow upon it but / could make out the follow
ing fragments: Sustained the loss Of every friend
[examlpe of calm resignation.
inferred here 17SS.
The tears of strangers watered her grave What
comment upon this last line is the broken slabl In
stead of watering her grave with tears, strangers
have combined for the last two generations in silly
conspiracy to steal her tombstone. J. II. g. H.