A Collection of American Epitaphs and Inscriptions, with Occasional Notes (Volume 2) (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1814 Excerpt: ... Her last sickness was of short duration, but bee mind, from her early childhood, through a blessing upon the example and instructions of her parents, imbued with a sense of the excellence and importance of religion, was intent upon the concerns of her precious and immortal soul, and was devoted to the glorious Redeemer, as the only foundation of all her hope. Soon after her decease, the following lines were written by the late Jonathan Mitchell Sewall, esquire, and addressed to the little band of sisters, who were overwhelmed-with grief, at (he breach, which was made upon their circle by the death of their greatly endeared companion. Ab, say what mean those sadly flowing tears, Those looks desponding and those bursting sighs? Say why in sable clad each nymph appears Why drench'd in sorrow, stream the brightest eyes? Has discord o'er you shook his flaming brand? Or slander wounded with envenom'd tongue? Have feuds dissolv'd the friendly social band? Or satire pierced you or pale envy stung? Ah, no a heavier grief our bosom bears, A sorrow rooted in our hearts deep core We've lost an angel oh forgive our tears, Sweet Caroline, our sister, is no more Though twin'd in every breast, all hearts she sway'd, She bills adieu to earth's precarious ties; Though to our souls most dear the lovely maid Forsakes our circle for her native skies; No more her graceful form our eyes shall greet, Her heavenly smiles no more our bosom cheer, No more with social rapture shall we meet, To our belov'd society so dear Full oft when time his lenient band has laid On our sad hearts and seem'd to blunt our woe, Eyeing her vacant seat with sudden dread, New pangs shall wound us and new sorrow flow To her dear tomb, in bands we'll oft repair, When the pale moon faint glimmers in ...