CEMETERY RECORDS
"Inscriptions on
the
Tomb Stones and Monuments in the GraveYards at
Whippany and Hanover, Morris County, N. J.
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"She hath done what
she could."
My dearest friends as you pass by, Remember too that you must
die; As I am now so you must be, Prepare for death & follow
me. Farewell my friends my time is past, My love for you while
life did last; Now after me no sorrow take, But love my children
for my sake.
Reader; set thy house in order for thou shalt die & not live.
This cold sod now covers thy clay; Thy soul hath ascended to God,
And left me and my offspring in sadness to stay. And I heard a
voice from heaven saying unto me; Write, Blessed are the dead
which die in the Lord from henceforth, Yea, saith the Spirit,
that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow
them. Rev. xiv. 13.
"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord."
Childhood and youth, how vain they seem, Their beauty passes like
a dream, And soon or late, the lovliest bloom, Will fade and
wither in the tomb.
O, grave where is thy victory.
"This God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide
even unto death."
Tis Jesus speaks; I fold says he, These lambs within my breast;
Protection they shall find in me, In me be ever blest.
Here lies one bereaved of life, A tender Mother & a loving
wife, Kind to her Relations & a faithful friend, Happy in her
beginning no doubt so in her end
Peaceful be thy silent slumbers, Peaceful in the grave so low,
Thou no more shall join our number, Thou no more our songs shall
know.
"We sorrow not even as others which have no hope."
And well I know that babes distress'd, And weary find in him a
home, For he will take them to his rest, He says forbid them not
to come.
"The righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance."
"And all wept and bewailed her, but he said, weep not, she
is not dead, but sleepeth."
We saw the destroyer, His life long assailing, And he's gone from
our friendship, He has passed from our hailing, But fondly his
mem'ry, In our hearts we will cherish, And the love that we bore
him, It never shall perish.
O! cease, dear parents, cease your weeping; Above the spot where
I am sleeping, My time was short, and blest be He, That called me
to eternity.
"There shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying,
nor any more pain."
Childhood and youth, how vain they seem, Their beauty passes like
a dream, And soon or late, the lovliest bloom, Will fade and
wither in the tomb.
"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord."
"This God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide
even unto death."
O, grave where is thy victory.
"All the days of my appointed time will I wait, 'till my
change come. Job XIV. 14.
Farewell dear Father go, We part with thee in love; Now we can
meet no more below, We'll hope to meet above. And can our hearts
with hopes like these, Be sullen or repine; No let the Lord take
what he please, We will to him resign.
This languishing head is at rest, Its thinking and aching's are
o'er, This quiet, immoveable breast, Is heaved by affliction no
more, The lids that he seldom could close, By sorrows forbidden
to sleep, Seal'd up in the sweetest repose, Have strangely
forgotten to weep.
O by what a glimmering light, We view that unknown world, Were
hastening to. God hath, Lock'd up the Mystick page and, Curtain'd
darkness round the stage.
She has gone where, "There shall be no more death, neither
sorrow nor crying, nor any more pain."
No pain, no grief, no anxious fear, can reach the peaceful
sleeper here.
Hark from the Tombs a doleful sound Mine ears attend the cry Ye
living men come view the ground Where you must shortly lie.
"Let me die the death of the Righteous, and let my last end
be like his,"
My flesh shall slumber in ye ground Till the last Trumpets joyful
Sound Then burst the Chains with sweet Surprise And in my
Saviours Image rise.
She has left us to join the loved ones gone before.
Far from this world of toil and strife He's present with the
Lord; The labor of this mortal life Ends in a large reward.
My Mother For we know that if our earthly house of this
tabernacle were dissolved we have a building of God--a house not
made with bands--eternal in the Heavens. Our dear Mother
"I sleep but my heart waketh."
For from this world of death & sin, Eternity with God
shuthin, Then in a nobler sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to
save, When this poor lisping stammering tongue, Lies silent in
the grave.
"Be ye also ready."
"Sacrifices of God, are a broken spirit, a broken and a
contrite heart, O, God, thou wilt not dispise."
Watch and Pray for ye know not when the time is.
Cradled in the Revolution she was devoted to her Country and her
God. The days of our years are three score years and ten, and if
by reason of strength they be four score years yet is thine
strength labour and sorrow.
"All the days of my appointed time will I wait, 'till my
change come. Job XIV. 14.
"Sacrifices of God, are a broken spirit, a broken and a
contrite heart, O, God, thou wilt not dispise."
Distinctions here no more are known, Between the vassal and the
throne, Princes, and courtiers in the grave, Are on a level with
the slave.
"Thy sun shall no more go down". Isaiah 60-20.
The weary head is now at rest, The throbbing pulse has ceased;
Confiding in a Saviours love, He wears the crown of Peace.
"For I know that my Redeemer liveth".
The tender names of father, husband, friend, And neighbor kind
did through his life extend, In church & state he virtuous
honour gain'd, And all his offices with truth sustained, As
deacon, elder, colonel, judge, he shone, While heaven was his
hope, his rest his home, Laden'd with honours, usefulness &
years, He drop'd this clay & with ye saints appears.
Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.
Thou hast gone we no longer, Thy love, of form on earth shall
see, But we hope ere long to join thee, In a blest eternity
We looked for peace, but no good came, and for a time of health,
and behold, trouble. Jeremiah 8, 15.
In her 89th year. of these years 44 were passed, chiefly on her
bed, in much bodily pain, cheerfully through the consolations of
the gospel and the hope of soon seeing her God and Saviour. The
various relations of life were sustained by her with exemplary
fidelity. She was patient in tribulation never ceasing to pray.
"Thy kingdom come." until she fell asleep in Jesus.
"There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of
God". Heb. 4th. 9th.
Forgive ye blent, the tributary tear, That mourns your exit from
a world like this, Forgive the wish that would have kept you
here, And stayed your progress to the seats of bliss.
"Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like a shock of
corn cometh in in his season. Job 5-26.
For our heart shall rejoice in him because we have trusted in his
holy name. Ps. 33-21
"Prepare to meet thy God."
Mourn not dear Husband dry your tears, Children weep not for me,
Jesus calls I must not stay, May you rejoice in his all wise
decree.
"Thy son shall no more go down". Isaiah 60-20.
Here lies quite free from lifes distracted care, A tender parent
and a friend sincere, The best of wives, of Mothers and of
friends, Living was loved lamented in her end.
She was, An affectionate parent, An agreeable companion, and
friend, and a sincere Christian
"He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down". Job
14. 2.
Alas how changed this lovely flower, Which bloomed and cheer'd
our hearts; Fair fleeting comfort of an hour, How soon we're
call'd to part.
"Even so them also which sleep is Jesus will god bring with
him". Thess. 4. 14
A careful, industrious, and prudent wife & a good, christian,
As you are now so once was I, As I am now so you must be, Prepare
for death & follow me.
"Yet shall he live".
Love to her God her Friends her Country shon, In her, who lies
Entombed beneath this stone, Go passenger like her your utmost
try, To live to some good end for you must die.
"He doeth all things well".
In Anguish Pain, and bitter Groans, My Days on Earth I end, But
what is pain, or temporal Death, If Jesus be my Friend.
"He giveth his beloved sleep".
"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth;
Yea saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and
their works do follow them."
"Be ye also ready; for in such an hour as, ye think not, the
Son of man cometh."
Almighty God tis right tis just, That earthly frames should turn
to dust; But ah! forgive the wishful tear, That would detain a
spirit here.
"Precious in the sight of the Lord are the, death of his
saints."
He was modest, meek; and good indeed, Courteous to all, helpful
to those in need, A careful father and a loving friend, Peaceable
was his life and calm his end.
When living, beloved and respected, Now dead, lamented.
A pleasing form, a generous gentle heart, A good companion;
honest without art; Just in her dealings faithful to her friend,
Belov'd thro' life, lamented in the end.
"There is but a step between us and Death".
Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth. Let sinners take their course, And choose the
road to death; But in the worship of my God, Ill spend my daily
breath. But I with all my cares, Will leaneupon the Lord; Ill
cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word.
Friends & Relations weep no more; My Toils and labours, now
are o'er: Be soon prepar'd to follow me. Death soon will also
summons thee.
God needed one more angel child amidst his shining band, And so
on he bent with loving smile and clasped our darlings hand.
Time swiftly flies and calls away Our spirits to thine home: Our
bodies mingle with the clay, And rest beneath the tomb.
Missed at home.
Released from all lifes weary cares, So tranquilly they lie; As
if they fain would bid us know, They take their holy rest.
Not lost but gone before.
I am weary of sigbing o'er sorrows of earth, O'er joys glowing
visions, that fade at their birth, I long for that land where
those partings are o'er, And death and the tomb can divide hearts
no more, I am weary but O, let me never repine, While thy word,
and thy love, they promise are mine.
"Safe in the arms of Jesus".
In faith she died in dust she lies, But faith foresecs that dust
shall rise; When Jesus calls, while hope assures, And boasts her
joy among the tombs.
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore;
Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more.
We have loved thee on earth, May we meet thee in heaven.
My fiesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpets
Joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in
my Saviours image rise.
Here view the end of man below, Sin sickness death mans
overthrow, The youth may weep awhile and hope, But seventy ninth
year laid me to sleep, His sleep is short time soon will end, To
better climes hope to ascend, Here they who die in Christ will
rise, To blissful mansions in the skies
Draw near my friends and shed a tear, My body lo! lies purrid
here, Our mortal Fabrics to this end was born, For dust we are
and shall to dust return. Let all desolv'd in tears bemoan, The
Matron mentioned by this stone, In her was every Virtue join'd,
Meek, worthy, useful, good, and kind, The sick distress'd and
friendly poor, Lament the loss that she's no more.
"These are they which come out of great tribulation."
"For our light afflictions which is but for a moment worketh
for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory."
Time like an ever flowing stream, Bears all its sons away; We fly
forgotten as a dream, Dies at the opening day.
"Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life, he
that believeth in me, though he were dead yet shall he
live."
"For I know that my Redeemer liveth and that he shall stand
at the latter day upon the earth."
No sickness, no sorrow or pain, Shall ever disquiet him now, For
death to his spirit was gain, Since Christ was his life when
below.
"For I am in a strait betwixt two having a desire to depart
& be with Christ which is far better."
Farewell dear friends again farewell, Soon we shall rise to thee;
And when we meet no toungue can tell, How great our joys shall
be.
Entered into Rest Dear Fathers grave.
Softly his fainting head he laid, Upon his Saviours breast; His
Saviour kis'd his soul away, And laid his flesh to rest.
Dearest brother thou hast left us, And thy loss we deeply feel,
But tis God that hath bereft us, He can all our sorrows heal.
Dearest sister thou has left us, Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But tis God that hath bereft us, He can all our sorrows heal.
"Blessod are the dead who die in the Lord."
This lovely bud so young and fair, Called forth by early doom,
Just came to show how sweet a flower, In Paradise would bloom.
"And now Lord what wait I for? my hope is in thee."
Friends and Relations weep no more, My toils and labours now are
o're; Be soon prepared to follow me, Death soon will also summon
thee.
"Whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never
die."
We're pained to feel our friend lies here, A son and brother
dear; At noon was well and ere 'twas night, Jehovah spake!--we
knew 'twas right, His call we must obey. Then strech'd upon a
painful bed, For twelve short days Jehovah said, His kind
physicians o'er his bed Stood night and day, till lo! he's dead.
A. G. Thou reader of this stone, Shall quickly hither come, Death
sure will bring thee down, The grave is thy long home, Perhaps
you'll read & thoughtless turn away, But death forbids you
long from hence to stay.
"For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain."
Silent we own Jehovah's name, We kiss the scourging hand, And
yield our comfort and our life, To his Supreme command.
Peace, tis the Lord Jehovah's hand, That blasts our joys in
death, That mars that form to us so dear, And gathers back the
breath.
Our loss is his gain, he dwells with his God, Where sin cannot
enter, where death cannot come.
Sufferer rest thy task is o're Pain has power o're thee no more.
Man like the grass that flourisheth to day, Or like the flowers
more beautiful and gay, Is in his verdure beauty & his prime,
Cut down & withers in a moments time.
"Asleep in Jesus."
This lovely bud so young and fair, Call'd bence by early dawn;
Just came to show how sweet a flower, In paradise would bloom. We
must part with the loved ones. we loved her because she was
pleasant and mild, we loved her because she was our dear oldest
child.
Dear Harriet now has gone to rest, With Christ her Saviour she is
blest; Her Spirit shines with spotless, ray-- Her limbs are now
decaying back to clay.
"He was a man; take him for all in all, We shall not look
upon his like again."
I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the
latter day upon the earth; and though after my skin worms destroy
this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God. Job xix. 25, 26.
He professed his Saviour.
My youthful friends to you I say, Come walk in wisdom's narrow
way; T'will guide you to the path of peace, T'will land you soon
in endless rest.
Useful in Life in Death resigned, He rests among the dead; O may
his offspring, left behind, Secure that heavenly rest. In his
death his Mother is bereaved of an only beloved Son, his Children
a tender Father, the Church and Sabbath School mourn His loss.
Now Lord to the I would apply On the alone; depend, Thou art when
creatures fail and die, An ever living friend.
Her soul has now taken its flight, To mansions of glory above; To
mingle with angels of light. And dwell in the kingdom of love.
She died in Jesus and is blest, How kind her slumbers are; From
suffering and from pain released, And free'd from every care.
The voice of this instructive scene, Let every heart obey; Nor be
the faithful warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray.
At rest in Jesu's faithful arms, At rest as in a peaceful bed,
Secure'd from all the dreadful storms, Which round this sinful
world are spread.
"Let me die the death of the righteous and let, my last end
be like his."
"Into thine hand I commit my spirit; thou hast, redecmed me,
O Lord God of truth."
God my redeemer lives, And ever from the skies, Looks down and
watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise.
Farewell my friends the stream is narrow, Though its cold dark
waters rise; Jesus pass'd the flood before me, Guides my way to
yonder skies.
In faith She Died In Dust She Lies, but faith foresees that Dust
Shall Rise, when Jesus Calls while Hope assumes, and boasts her
Joy among ye Tombs.
Children behold your Fathers fate, Remember you must die, Prepare
before it is to late, To live with God on high
"Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive,
and let thy widow trust in me."
Dearest Mother thou hast left us, And thy loss we deeply feel;
But tis God that bath hereft us, He can all our sorrows heal.
His life was exemplary, His death was happy, Live for eternity,
And ye king of terror will prove, a friend
Alas how changed that lovely flower, Which bloomed and cheer'd my
heart; Fair fleeting comfort of an hour, How soon we're call'd to
part.
"She exchanged worlds for the better"
"Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."
They die in Jesus and are blessed, How Kind their slumbers are,
From suffering and from sin releas'd, And freed from every snare.
Farewell ye friends whose tender care, Has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange, For better friends above.
Cheerful I leave this vale of tears, Where pain and sorrow grow;
Welcome the day that ends my toil, And every scene of woe.
This flower too fair for earths bleak clime, Where gathering
Storms o'erwhelm, Transplanted in thy meet spring time, To yonder
cloudless realm.
"He giveth his beloved sleep."
Thou hast gone we no longer, Thy love, of form on earth shall
see, But we hope ere long to join thee, In a blest eternity
A loving wife & Mother kind, Through many troubles seeking
God, May all ye friends thats left behind, With care walk in ye
heavenly road.
You living men as ye pass by, As you are now so once was I, As I
am now so you must be, Prepare for death & follow me.
Sleep on sweet babe, And take thy rest; Thy Saviour call'd, Who
thought best.
Sleep dearest babe among thy kindred clay, Let angels waft thy
infant soul away, To better climes than these thy spint flies, To
dwell with Jesus in the skies.
Farewell my friends dry up your tears, I must lie here till
Christ appears.
"Well done, good and faithful servant, thou hast been
faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many
things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."
Our Mother taught us how to live and to die.
This stone is erected To the memory of the best of wives & of
mothers. Her virtues, in all the relations she sustained in life,
Are not depicted on this monumental stone: They live in the
hearts of all who knew her best: And the Lambs book of life will
exhibit them, When this marble, this earth, & these Heavens
Are no more
"Prepare to meet thy God."
How loved, how valued once, avails thee not, To whom related, or
by whom begot, A heap of dust alone remains of thee, Tis all thou
art! and all the proud shall be.
"We all do fade as the leaf"
Here lies one bereav'd of Life, A Tender Mother and a Loving
wife; Kind to Relations & a faithfull friend, Happy in her
beginning, no doubt so in her end.
"Her sun has gone down while it is yet day."
Death struck, be fell, no warning given, He now is landed safe is
heaven; A voice from heaven has surely said, That blessed are the
happy dead, Their toil and labour now are o'er, Safe landed on
that happy shore, And seated by his side.
"There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of
God."
Sweet babe thou hast left us, Thy loss we deeply feel; But tis
God that hath bereft us, He can all our sorrows heal.
Almighty Father sanctify the rod, From creature comforts lead us
up to God.
Thus one by one the silken cords, By times rough hands were
riven; But angels caught the severed threads, And made them fast
in heaven.
I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness. Psalms 17,
15.
Alone unto our Fathers will, One thought bath reconciled; That he
whose love exceedeth ours, Hath taken home his child
"There is no discharge in that war."
Here from all earthly Joys I'm fled, Into the Mansions of the
Dead, Prepare thou Reader for you must, Like me be turned into
Dust.
Thy voice great god has called, away a soul that once was here.
How lov'd how valu'd once avails ye not, To whom related or by
whom begot, A heap of Dust alone Remains of the, Tis all thou art
& all ye Proud shall be.
Our life how short! a groan a sigh, We live and then begin to
die; But Oh! how great a mercy this, That death's a portal into
bliss.
My soul my body I will trust, With him who numbers every dust; My
Savoir faithfully will keep. His own--thier death is but a sleep.
"I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy
likeness."
To this sad Shrine the Reliques we commend, Of once the tender
Mother, Wife & Friend, Too soon, alas those tender Tyes were
broke, Friends, Husband, Children, felt ye fatal Stroke: Yet
cease fond Grief--no murmring Sigh arise, Heav'n struck ye
Blow--and Heav'n is just & wise. Think dying Passenger:
Life's final Date, Steals on thee, heedless of impending Fate,
While Pleasure courts thee with her smiling Charms, Prepare to
meet thy God--the Tomb alarms: Man cometh forth like a flower and
is cut down. Job. 14, 2.
"Blessed is he that watcheth."
We shall not all sleep, We shall all be changed, Then shall be
brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up
in Victory.
The sweet remembrance of the just, Shall flourish when they sleep
in dust.
She is not dead the child of our affection-- But gone unto that
school, Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ
himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and
seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe
from sin's pollution, She, lives! whom we call dead.
"with Christ which is far better."
"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord." Day after
day we think what she is doing, In those bright realms of air;
Year after year her heav'nly steps pursuing, We know she now is
there. Thus will we walk with her and keep unbroken, The bond
which nature gives; Thinking that our remembrance though
unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
"I am the resurrection and the life, he that believeth in me
though he were dead yet shall he live."
Receive O! earth her faded form, In thy cold bosom let it lie;
Safe let it rest from every storm, Soon must it rise no more to
die.
"Blessed are the dead, which die in the Lord."
No pain nor grief nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds, no mortal
woes, Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch thy
soft repose.
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