but there is no explanation of how he came to be buried among Christians.

George Miller, æt. 56 (1807) is thus quaintly eulogized:

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For Honesty, Temperance and Frugality
through Life, he was Equalled by Few,
excelled by None."

The following very original inscription is on a tablet close to the west porch:

"A due tribute to the memory of

John Holt, printer to this State,

a native of Virginia,

who patiently obeyed Death's
awful summons,

January 30, 178-, aged 64."

"To say that his Family lament him is needless,

That his Friends bewail him useless,

That all regret him unnecessary,

For that he Merited every esteem is certain,
The Tongue of Slander can't say less,

Though Justice might say more,

In token of Sincere Affection, His disconsolate Widow
Hath caused this Monument to be erected."

There is a characteristically defiant tone about the following, which recalls Emerson's famous verses on leaving the pulpit: "Good-bye, proud World, I'm going Home."

"Farewell vain world I know enough of thee,
And now I'm careless what you say of me,
Your smiles I count not, nor your frowns I fear,
My cares are past, my head lies quiet here;

What faults you saw in me take care and shun,

And look at Home. Enough there's to be done.

Several tombstones give no clue to their identity, like the one bearing the line:

Or this:

"Robertina, Obit, 19th January, 1819."

“In memory of Obadiah, George and Lorana Painter,

who all died in nonage."

Sarah Oakley, aged 44, (1797), is commemorated by the fol lowing rather startling lines:

"True Virtue deep in Death's cold sleep,

Till Christ awakes the Just,

Up Mortals! so prepare and know,

To Judgment come you must."

Millicent, wife of Thomas Osborne (1803), has this poetic effusion:

"While on this earth I did remain

I was oppressed with sorrow, grief and pain;
Adieu to friends and foes likewise,

My journey is beyond the skies."

Many homely and tender tributes, wrung from stricken hearts, are here recorded. The widow of John Jones thus feelingly refers to her grief and resignation:

"O! Most Cruel sudden death,

Thus did take my husband's breath,

But the Lord he thought it best."

Another tomb is inscribed "To the ever dear and sacred memory" of Lucy Leslie, æt. 37, (1778).

Here is an example of filial piety:

"My Grandfather, My Grandmother, My Mother,

My Father, My Little Sister, My Uncle."

Erected by Margaret M. Browne, 1861.

The following is addressed to a seven months' babe (1815).

"The great Jehovah from above

His Messenger did send,

To call the little harmless dove,
To joys that never end."

Maria and Eliza, daughters of Charles and Ann Warner, aged six and two years, have this epitaph (1792):

"Weep not for us our Parents dear,

We are not dead but sleeping here,
The debt is paid, our graves you see,
Prepare for Heaven's felicity."

Samuel I. Nesbitt Mercer, aged one year and one month (1808):

"Sweet Blossom! Blasted ere t'was blown,

but of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."

Another infant of the same age:

"Sleep lovely babe and take thy rest,

God called thee soon, because he thought it best."

as:

Over an adult:

"Go home my friends and cease

Your tears, I must lie here

'till Christ appears.

Repent in time, while time you have."

Hannah, "the amiable consort of John Greene," is eulogized

"An affectionate wife, tender parent and

virtuous friend, beloved while living and
now greatly lamented."

Rizpah Allen, 1809, æt. 52, has this tribute:

"Pressed with the hand of sore distress, in vain she wandered on; Till God, our Saviour, arm'd with love, in Mercy called her home.”

There is peculiar pathos in the succeeding apparently original lines to John Penny, "a native of England," æt. 30 (1823): "No kindred sigh, nor soft parental tear,

Soothed thy pale form or graced thy mourful bier.
With strangers was thy dying trust reposed,

By strangers' hands thy dying eyes were closed,
By strangers is thy Humble grave adorn'd,

By strangers honor'd, and by strangers mourn'd."