_Remembered by some good tokens._
"His pen did once _meat from the eater fetch_;
And now he's gone beyond the _eater's_ reach.
His body, once so _thin_, was next to _none_;
From hence he's to _unbodied spirits_ flown.
Once his rare skill did all _diseases_ heal;
And he does nothing now uneasy feel.
He to his Paradise is joyful come,
And waits with joy to see his _Day of Doom_."
The last epitaph for which we have now space is from the monument of Dr.
Clark, a grandson of the celebrated Dr. John Clark, who came to New
England in 1630.
"He who among physicians shone so late,
And by his wise prescriptions conquered Fate,
Now lies extended in the silent grave;
Nor him alive would his vast merit save.
But still his fame shall last, his virtues live,
And all sepulchral monuments survive:
Still flourish shall his name: nor shall this stone
Long as his piety and love be known."