The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1875-06-23
: MORRIsTOWN, TENN WEDNESDAY. JUNE % 1875.
She Wanted an EpitapH.

she came from the country few
few days ago and ordered q head
stone for the grave of her departed
husband. The marble-cutter was to
have it ready yesterday, when she
was to come in again with the In
scription, have the letters carved on
and take the stone away.
She was on time, but she wore an
anxious, troubled look, having fail
ed to write up such a notice as she
thought the stone ought TO bear.
81 want suthin' that'll do my poor
dead Homer justiss," she explained
to the marble-cutter. ST think I
ought to have one or two verses of
poetry, and then line or two at the
bottom-suthin' like Meet me- ON
the other shore, you know"
The cutter said he thought he
could get up something, and she en-
tered the Office, and he took ont
twenty-three sheets Of foOlscap and
three pen-holders and set TO work.
while she held her breath for fear OF
disturbing his thoughts. He ground
away for awhile. scratched out and
wrote in. and finally said he'd got
the neatest thing that ever went up-.
on white marble. 1t read {
IN MEMORY
-a Azs of SO
HOMER CLINK.
Who died
October IS, 1873.
Aged Al years, 2 months, n days
~-v.. :. w.-.E,N1
OF me he much did think;
And III never see another man
Like my poor Homer Clink.
..Isn't that bully p asked the man as
he finished reading the inscription.
'.Its purity fair, but" replied
the widow.
tBut what, madam p
"Why, you see, he was good and
kind. and allns to hum nights. and
all that, but | may find another man
just as good, you know. have said
that I wouldn't marry again, but /
may change my mind. and guess
we'd better tinker up that verse q
little. And besides, you didn't get
anything on the bottom
She went out and rambled among
the tombstones, while the cutter
ground away again, and just as she
had become interested in q dog.fght
he called her in and read the new
inscription. The first part was as
before, bnt his poetry read:
sshIy husband is dead,
My poor Homer Clink,
And in the cold ground they have laid him;
He was always home nights,
Never got into ngnts,
.T shall meet him on the other shore, where an
is lovely and where sickness never oomes." s.
There, how's that?' inquired the
poet, a bland smile covering his
face. f'Seems to me as il that went
right to the heart
The woman took the paper, read
the notice over four or five times,
and finally said:
FL don't want to seem partiller
about this. and / know I'm maxim q
good deal of trouble. That would
do for most any one else--it's the
real poetry, but I'd like suthin' kim
der different, somehow. He never
give me a cross word in his life
nOb OhCs 1AG " OC OAb Va OCNA S@e
light, start the fire. and | never got
up till heard him grinding the cof-
fee. He was q good provider. be
was. He never bought any damaged
goods because he could git them
cheap, and he never scrimped me
on sugar and tea, as some folks do.
I can't help but weep when think
of him r.
She sobbed away for awhiles and
then frightened up and said:
.sOf course, I'll meet him in
heaven. It's all right. AS ] told
you. / may never marry again,
though I can't tell what I'll be driv-
en- to. just try once more." She
sat down to an old almanac, and the
cutter resumed his pen. He seemed
to get the right idea at once, and it
wasn't fifteen minutes before he had
the third notice ground out. It
read: