"Under this sod And under these trees Lieth the Bod Y of Solomon Pease. He's not in this hole But only his pod. He shelled out his soul And went up to his God."
"Father and mother and I Lie buried here asunder; Father and mother lie buried here, And I lie buried yonder."
"Like a tender Rose Tree was my Spouse to me; Her offspring Pluckt too long deprived of life was she. _Three went before._ Her Life went with the Six I stay with 3 Our sorrows for to mix Till Christ our only hope, Our Joys doth fix."
"Tom Clark was a drummer, who went to the war, And was killed by a bullet, and his soul sent for; There were no friends to mourn him, for his virtues were rare, He died like a man, and like a Christian bear."
On a stone near Appomattox Court-house, Virginia:
"Robert C Wright was born June 26th 1772 Died July 2. 1815 by the blood thrusty hand of John Sweeny Sr Who was massacred with the Nife then a London Gun discharge a ball penetrate the Heart that give the immortal wound."
At Middletown, Connecticut, is the following:
"This lovely, pleasant child-- He was our only one, Altho' we've buried three before-- Two daughters and a son."
The controlling power of rhyme is well illustrated in the subjoined, from a tombstone in Manchester:
"Here lies alas! more's the pity, All that remains of Nicholas Newcity.
Another instance of how rhyming difficulties may be overcome is as follows:
"Here lies the remains of Thomas Woodhen, The most amiable of husbands and excellent of men.
"N. B.--His real name was Woodcock, but it wouldn't come in rhyme. _His Widow._"
"My wife has left me, she's gone up on high, She was thoughtful while dying, and said 'Tom, don't cry.' She was a great beauty, so every one knows, With Hebe like features and a fine Roman nose; She played the piany, and was learning a ballad, When she sickened and die-did from eating veal salad."
John D L was born March 26 1839 in the town of West Dresden State of New York where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest."
A tombstone in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, has these lines:
"When you my friends are passing by, And this inform you where I lie, Remember you ere long must have, Like me, a mansion in the grave, Also 3 infants, 2 sons and a daughter."
