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 472 THE HISTORY OF BAERESTGTON. son, Rev. Samuel Watson, son of Matthew, Jr., a native of Barrington, sleeps in the same family enclosure. There are graves in other parts of the town, with or without markers, most of the names or memories of the occupants having passed from the knowledge of our generation. ♦' Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh." The following epitaphs on the tombstones selected from many were of interest to the friends of the departed and will be to our readers. The tombstone of Mrs. Frances Adams says : "Afflictions sore, long time I bore; Physician's aid was vain, But God did please to give me ease And free me from my pain." On Newdigate Adams's tombstone we read ; " Death is a debt To nature due ; I've paid my debt And so must you. Mr. James Adams admonishes : " Stand still, kind reader and spend a tear, Upon the dust that slumbers here; And as you read the fate of me. Think of the glass that runs for thee." His wife, Lydia, is made to say : " My faith and hope which I had here, The King of terrors is no fear; Death is disarmed, my spirit flies. My flesh and sense and body dies." Mr. Ebenezer Adams, who died at West Point, a youth of twenty years, speaks to the young : "Ye blooming youths who on this stone. Learn early death may be your own."