Anne did not do that , however , for she found enough of interest in Old St. John 's to keep her eyes wide open . They went in by the entrance gates , past the simple , massive , stone arch surmounted by the great lion of England . '' ` And on Inkerman yet the wild bramble is gory , And those bleak heights henceforth shall be famous in story , ' '' quoted Anne , looking at it with a thrill . They found themselves in a dim , cool , green place where winds were fond of purring . Up and down the long grassy aisles they wandered , reading the quaint , voluminous epitaphs , carved in an age that had more leisure than our own . '' ` Here lieth the body of Albert Crawford , Esq. , ' '' read Anne from a worn , gray slab , '' ` for many years Keeper of His Majesty 's Ordnance at Kingsport . He served in the army till the peace of 1763 , when he retired from bad health . He was a brave officer , the best of husbands , the best of fathers , the best of friends . He died October 29th , 1792 , aged 84 years . ' There 's an epitaph for you , Prissy . There is certainly some ` scope for imagination ' in it . How full such a life must have been of adventure ! And as for his personal qualities , I 'm sure human eulogy could n't go further . I wonder if they told him he was all those best things while he was alive . '' `` Here 's another , '' said Priscilla . `` Listen -- ` To the memory of Alexander Ross , who died on the 22nd of September , 1840 , aged 43 years . This is raised as a tribute of affection by one whom he served so faithfully for 27 years that he was regarded as a friend , deserving the fullest confidence and attachment . ' '' `` A very good epitaph , '' commented Anne thoughtfully . `` I would n't wish a better . We are all servants of some sort , and if the fact that we are faithful can be truthfully inscribed on our tombstones nothing more need be added .
Here 's a sorrowful little gray stone , Prissy -- ` to the memory XXXXX a favorite child . '
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