A correspondent writes to the _Pall Mall Gazette_:—“Our poetic
literature, so rich in other respects, is entirely wanting in epitaphs on
the victims of railway accidents. A specimen of what may be turned in
this line is to be seen on a tombstone in the picturesque churchyard of
Harrow-on-the-Hill. It was, I observe, written as long ago as 1838, so
that it can be reproduced without much danger of hurting the feelings of
those who may have known and loved the subject of this touching elegy.
The name of the victim was Port, and the circumstances of his death are
thus set forth:—
Bright was the morn, and happy rose poor Port;
Gay on the train he used his wonted sport.
Ere noon arrived his mangled form they bore
With pain distorted and overwhelmed with gore.
When evening came and closed the fatal day,
A mutilated corpse the sufferer lay.”