The monument of George Jago compels interest for its use of a popular song and its odd iconography.
A handsome monument betrayed by dicey versification and bad typesetting.
Moved by the incredibly sad story of the American chestnut, I sought out and adopted a relic of one of those noble, dead, giants.
Who writes out ‘hundred’ in the number 1790? The Ebenezer Marcy stonecutter, that’s who!
Elegant script in an out-of-the-way Pennsylvania cemetery.
A stone one notch above vernacular slices and dices a hymn to make a quick point.
Once again, breathtaking beauty is where you find it.
One of my favorite poems, with a photo from Kensington Gardens.
Don’t assume conventional epitaphs were without meaning.
A masterwork of the tree-stump genre in Blandford Cemetery.