Cemeteries

A double tympanum slate gravestone in Prospect Hill Cemetery reads--- Bathing in the river near this spot On the second of July AD. MDCCXCVII were drowned Aged seventeen years Pardon Taylor son of the Rev'd Hezekiah Taylor of New Fane and Edward Palmer son of Joseph Pearce Palmer A M of Massachusetts The former lost his own life through his generous efforts to preserve that of his youthful friend...
Madison Village Cemetery Madison, New York Reader attentive view this solemn ground Death hath at every age a victim found. Oft hath the hand which now hath lost its art Engraved thy feelings of the tender heart. The Brattleborough Reporter For His Consort Polly In Madison, New York Madison Village Cemetery Reader thy fond pursuits forbear Repent thy end is nigh. Death at the furthest can't be far O...
The Old Cemetery Of Brattleboro. North of Centreville is located the old cemetery of Brattleboro. It is a quiet retreat, overshadowed by a beautiful grove of pines, and was once fitted up substantially and with taste. We have visited it at eventide, as the last rays of the setting sun threw back their receding light, on moss-covered stone, grass and flowers, emblem of the receding light of life, mingling...
___________________________ Mrs. Molly Adams In memory of Mrs Molly Adams wife of Mr Abner Adams who died March 12, 1819 AE 46 years Dear friends weep not for me I am not dead but sleeping here My Saviour call'd my Grave you see Prepare in time to follow me. _____________________________________________________________________________ Thomas Adams Thomas Adams of Oak Hill Greene Co., N. Y. Died Oct 4, 1841 AE 75 y'rs Oak...
Brattleboro Reporter, May 15, 1816 In Memory of Mr Moses Platts. who was drowned May 13 1816. AE. 26 years. Moses Platts was born February 19, 1790 in Leominster, Massachusetts to Isaac Platts, Jr. and Rachel Chase. He was married to Sophia Bartlett on November 4, 1815 in Westminster, Vermont, by the Rev. Sylvester Sage. At the time of the drowning, Moses and Sophia were living in a house...
Sarah Culy Wife of Hezekiah Culy Died Dec. 17, 1854. AE. 34 The eye of him that hath seen me shall come no more. Why hast thou set in me a mark against thee so that I am a burden to myself? and why dost thee not pardon my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust and thou shalt seek me in...
Dr. John Wilson Highwayman "Thunderbolt And Lightfoot" Daguerreotype Taken About 1842 By T. Covil Dr. John Wilson's last patient was Royall Gladden, who suffered from the erysipelas. Gladden lived out the Bonnyvale Road in West Brattleboro. He was born in England in 1769. Gladden had often bid for, hired, and given shelter to town paupers. The erysipelas epidemic, which had started in north Vermont in 1843, had progressed southerly...
---Miss Winifred Hadley, granddaughter of D W Miller of this place, who has made many friends during her summer sojourn here, died in Boston Sunday at the age of 17 years. She was attending school when she was suddenly stricken with typhoid fever, which soon terminated in a fatal lung trouble. The remains were brought to this town Tuesday, and the funeral occured at Mr. Miller's house Wednesday. The...
My Father's Sepulchre. By a Cadet. "Here lies the body of Capt. Joseph Williams, formerly an eminent merchant in the Town of Norwich in the State of Connecticut. He departed this life the 19th day of January, 1776, in the fifty-third year of his age. He was remarkable for his piety, and a professor of Jesus Christ." The above is an epitaph upon the tomb-stone of one of my...
Soldiers' Graves. --- There they lie, a score of carelessly heaped mounds of coarse gravel covered with the stalks of last year's weeds and a fresh growth of mulleins and grass. At the head of some stand weather-beaten boards, bearing in black paint the name and company of the dead, and in a few instances the date of death. Two are Vermonters, others are from Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts,...
There is a new object of interest in our cemetery. Those who regarded John N. Mead with affection or esteem, (and who that knew him did not so regard him) will find there a touching tribute to his memory which has been sent to his grave by his college classmates. The monument is an obelisk of beautiful Italian Marble, simple and chaste in design, and selected with a taste...
Our Village Cemetery. The return of Spring has reminded us of a subject which lies long occupied in our own thoughts, and to which we wish to call the attention of our citizens---the present condition of our villiage burial ground. No place in our village is so frequently visited, both by citizens and strangers, as this, and yet there is none that is more unsightly in itself, or yet...
The voices heard often in happier days, Tho' soothingly sweet, have a tone from the tomb. How do we love to revert to other and happier days. To see in imagination the forms we then loved: to listen in fancy to the voices that greeted us in childhood: the merry laugh and tones of affection that even now we can call to mind, have, alas, long since died away...
William G. Doolittle's House An Unexpected Find. Something of a sensation was occasioned last Monday by a report that the workmen engaged in excavating the cellar for W G Doolittle's house on High street had unearthed a human skeleton. The report proved true, and hundreds of people visited the spot during the day to view the remains and conjecture over the mystery surrounding them. Several of the village doctors...
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