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Haggai, 3. Expect, 4. Ruhamah, 5. Desire.

James Russell Lowell

'Here lyes y'e bodye of Mrs. Expect Wilber,

Ye crewell salvages they kil'd her

Together w'th other Christian soles eleaven,

October y'e ix daye, 1707.

Y'e stream of Jordan sh' as crost ore

And now expeacts me on y'e other shore:

I live in hope her soon to join;

Her earthlye yeeres were forty and nine.'

 

_From Gravestone in Pekussett, North Parish._

 

This is unquestionably the same John who afterward (1711) married

Tabitha Hagg or Ragg.

 

But if this were the case, she seems to have died early; for only three

years after, namely, 1714, we have evidence that he married Winifred,

daughter of Lieutenant Tipping.

 

He seems to have been a man of substance, for we find him in 1696

conveying 'one undivided eightieth part of a salt-meadow' in Yabbok, and

he commanded a sloop in 1702.

 

Those who doubt the importance of genealogical studies _fuste potius

quam argumento erudiendi_.

 

I trace him as far as 1723, and there lose him. In that year he was

chosen selectman.

 

No gravestone. Perhaps overthrown when new hearse-house was built, 1802.

 

He was probably the son of John, who came from Bilham Comit. Salop.

circa 1642.

 

This first John was a man of considerable importance, being twice

mentioned with the honorable prefix of _Mr._ in the town records. Name

spelt with two _l-s_.

 

'Hear lyeth y'e bod [_stone unhappily broken_.]

Mr. Ihon Wilber [Esq.] [_I inclose this in brackets as doubtful.

To me it seems clear_.]

Ob't die [_illegible; looks like xviii_.].... iii [_prob. 1693_.]

... paynt

... deseased seinte:

A friend and [fath]er untoe all y'e opreast,

Hee gave y'e wicked familists noe reast,

When Sat[an bl]ewe his Antinomian blaste.

Wee clong to [Willber as a steadf]ast maste.

[A]gaynst y'e horrid Qua[kers] ...'

 

It is greatly to be lamented that this curious epitaph is mutilated. It

is said that the sacrilegious British soldiers made a target of the

stone during the war of Independence. How odious an animosity which

pauses not at the grave! How brutal that which spares not the monuments

of authentic history! This is not improbably from the pen of Rev. Moody

Pyram, who is mentioned by Hubbard as having been noted for a silver

vein of poetry. If his papers be still extant, a copy might possibly be

recovered.