Grim nineteenth-century demographics mourned with grim saccharine verses.
A patent medicine king with, shall we say, an interesting history, buried in West Laurel Hill.
A heartfelt but dicey poem marks the grave of Susanna Stone, dead in 1807.
Some extry bold versificatin’ on the LaBarr monument.
A poem from William Leggett, the editor and abolitionist, provides verses for the Shivers monument.
In which the author grumpily discourses on how Chaucer ain’t Chaucer anymore.
So often willows appear on worn old marble stones that it is a shock to find a crisp, beautiful one.
You have to buy the bottle before you can drink the beer!
Like Ocracoke, Nags Head also has some tiny family cemeteries out of the way on back roads.
The monument of George Jago compels interest for its use of a popular song and its odd iconography.