On With The Dance! Let Joy Be

And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise, Such Drops Could Fall From Human Eyes.

Between Two Worlds Life Hovers Like A Star, Twixt Night And Morn, Upon The Horizon's Verge.

Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever Still For Ever Fare Thee Well.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Here Lies Interred In The Eternity Of The Past, From Whence There Is No Resurrection For The Days - Whatever There May Be For The Dust - The Thirty-third Year Of An Ill-spent Life, Which, After A Lingering Disease Of Many Months Sank Into A Lethargy, And Expired, January 22d, 1821, A.d. Leaving A Successor Inconsolable For The Very Loss Which Occasioned Its Existence.