EPITAPHS AND SUCH.

Globe, Volume II, Issue 157, 4 December 1874, Page 3

EPITAPHS AND SUCH.

| From the San Francisco Figaro'] An Eastern writer says : 1 took a walk through the cemetery yesterday, and 1 have heen in a brown study ever since. Cushman's tombstone stands up there a foot above all of them, and on it 1 read : “ Let us meet him in Heaven.” I don’t know who ordered that epitaph, but 1 used to live beside Cushman. Many’s the time 1 kept him from pounding His wife when lie was drunk, and I went bail for him when lie stole a horse and waggon, and was on the jury that sent him to State Prison for stealing hay. He was killed in a saloon row, and if 1 ever “meet him in Heaven” I shall ask him whether he climbed over the wall or tunneled under it. Davidson has a very headstone, with a pair of clasped hands on it, and these words; “ Too pure for earth, Gone to Heavenly rest.” I was much affected at reading these lines, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he repented selling me a bogus lottery ticket; of setting fire to the railroad sheds : of stealing a carpet of the Methodist Church, and of several other little matters, which caused him to make the acquaintance of the jailor. It is possible that he was “too pure for earth,” but I know men that would bet ten dollars on it. Thatcher has a monument with a lamb on to]), and his loving wife has put on these words : “ I shall meet him up there.” I don’t know what they put the lamb on for. Lambs don’t carry the disposition which Thatcher had. I could cover that monument with chalk marks if I could commence to remember the times I had seen him come home, throw his wife out of doors and play smash with the furniture. Wasn’t I present when he bit Billy Madden’s left ear off in a fight ? Wasn’t I around when he broke his son’s ribs? Wasn’t I thei’e when he gouged Jack Spray’s eye out ? And now his widow is trying to live so that she may meet him “up there.” If she should look around and fail to see his beloved phiz in that region of eternal bliss, she needn’t think strange of it. Peterson’s tombstone held me a great while. It is of costly Italian marble, with an urn on top, a hand with the fingers pointing upwards, and it bears the words : “Gone before—blighted by earth’s wickedness. AVe shall gather with him on the other shores. ” 1 remember when he was blighted, though it’s a long time ago. He undertook to lick a fellow who wouldn’t vote his ticket, and he was knocked over a chair and had his skull fractured. The coroner said it was the Avorst blight he had seen for six months. I knoAv not but his numerous family will “ gather Avith him on the other side,” but I have my doubts. If they should e\ r er sec him again, or if they think they will, I knoAV of several grocers and butchers who Avill giA r e ’em ten per cent to collect old accounts of tAvclve years’ standing.