Mr. Edward Grant, died June 28, 1797, aged 78:

When the laft trumphet breathes the rending found,
And wakes the fleeping nations under ground,
Then fhall you in the ranks of faints appear,
And in your hand a golden sceptre bear,

Mrs. Mary Harvey, died May 2, 1782, aged 63:

Mark, Traveller, this humble stone
'Tis death's kind warning to prepare
Thou too must haften to the tomb
And mingle with corruption there.

Mr. Holton Porter Johnson, died Jan. 16, 1814, aged 20:

Dear brother rest in quiet slumber,

Till the resurrection morn,

In thy Saviour's second coming

He will raise the from the tomb.

John S. Johnson, died Sept. 9, 1829, aged 6:

See the lovely blooming flower,
Fades and withers in an hour
So our transient comforts fly,
Pleasure only bloom to die.

Miss Hannah Langford, died Nov. 19, 1796, aged 15:

Nor youth, nor innocence, could save
Hannah, from the infatiable Grave,
But ceafe our tears, no longer weep,
The little Maid doth only sleep;
Annon she'll wake, and rife again
And in her Savior's arms remain.

Miss Rosetta Jane Lewis, died Aug. 10, 1812, aged 12:

Adieu my dear b'loved child

I give the back to God;

With flowers I'll deck thy early grave,

And kiss the chastening rod.

Mrs. Lydia Mason, died Dec. 30, 1803, aged 29:

Her peaceful Soul has fled

From this vain World of Sin,

With her two Infants dear are laid

Soon to rife never to fall again.

Mrs. Martha McClintock, died Oct. 13, 1798, aged 67: Time was like thee I life profeft

And time shall be when you shall rest.

Mrs. Ann McMillian, died Feb. 28, 1805, aged 81:

Happy soul thy days are ended;

All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go.

Mary Morgan, died Jan. 16, 1815, aged 3:

She left a world of
sorrow sin & pain,
Wish not to call her
back to life again.

Mr. John Polley, died, Oct. 3, 1787, aged 23:
May guardian Cherubs watch their sacred truft,
Till recent life reanimates his duft.

Mrs. Hariot Jacobus, died, May 27, 1812, aged 20:
Stop here my friends as you pass by,
As you are now, so once was I;
As I am now, so you must be,
Therefore prepare to follow me.

Mr. Nathaniel Richardson, died Sept. 10, 1815, aged 34:

My tender wife don't mourn for me,
Tis here my earthly sorrows end;
Prepare yourself in youthful days,
In silence here to meet your friend.

Mr. Henry Roby, died Nov. 9, 1807, aged 85:

Supported by that hope which as an anchor
to the soul, is sure and steadfast, he desired
to depart, and be with the Lord Jesus Christ.

Thomas Valentine Sullivan, died Oct. 29, 1795, aged 10 mos., 9 days:

He came forth like a flower

and was cut down;

he flew alfo as a shadow, and continued not.

Mrs. Lucy Swier, died Oct. 11, 1795, aged 63:

And though after my skin worms destroy

this body,

yet in my flesh shall i see god.

Mr. George Tompkins, died Oct. 21, 1801, aged 25:

Beneath this humble Stone here lies a Youth,

Whofe Soul was Goodnefs, and whofe Heart

was Truth,

Crop't like a Flow'r he wither'd in his

Bloom,

Tho' flattering Life had promis'd Years to come.

George Wardell, died Dec. 5, 1802, aged 2 yrs., 7 mos.:
Here refts sweet innocence and love

His soul is fled to joys above.

Miss Frances Clark Bryant, died April 14, 1814, aged 18:

Though early frost has nipt the blooming flower
She is not lost but only gone before.

Mrs. Hannah Brown, died March 29, 1810, aged 50:

Mother and friend, our heavy lofs is thy eternal gain;
Thou'rt run thy race, haft borne thy crofs

And art releaf'd from pain.

May we whom thou haft left below

Like the fulfill our part,

Like the when Jesus bids us go,

Be ready to depart,

Living like the, refigned like the

Be reunited in Eternity.

Mrs. Nancy Brown, died Oct. 3, 1804, aged 25:

Here sleeps the precious dust, she shin's above,
Whose soul was harmony, whose soul was love
What were her virtu's? all that Heaven could spare,
What were her graces? all divinely fair;
Mingling with Angels, they admire a guest,
As spotless good & lovely as the rest.

Mr. George Cabot, died Feb. 5, 1804, aged 20:
After a long and distressing sickness which he
bore with meekness and resignation in hope of a
glorious immortality.

Mr. Henry Blake, Sr., died Oct. 25, 1805, aged 56:

Why do we mourn departed friends

Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.

Mr. Joseph Blake, died Dec. 2, 1805, aged 26:

In life respected

In death lamented.

Capt. Ralph Beatley, died Oct. 16, 1804, aged 42:

While holy friendship drops the precious tear
And mournful garlands deck the hallow'd bier,
Can bounteous Heav'n a greater solace give
Than that which whispers "Friends Departed Live."

Mr. Daniel Bemis, died Sept. 30, 1818, aged 59:
In peace his ashes rest beneath this sod,
His soul has flown to meet its saviour God,
Where joy celestial reigns for evermore,
And all the toils of this vain life are o'er.

Miss Jemima Adams, died March 14, 1773, aged 25:
Be ye also Ready for at such an Hour as
you think not the son of Man cometh.

Mrs. Abigail Barker, died Dec. 19, 1812, aged 37:

My work was short, I sweetly rest;
God took me home, when he saw best;
I am not lost, I shall arise

When Christ descends the lower sky.

Mr. William Brazer, died Dec. 17, 1813, aged 39:

Calmly he welcomed death, his soul resign'd
To him who shed his blood to save mankind.

Miss Elizabeth Ann Bruce, died March 12, 1815, aged 19 mos.:

Death's shadow pass'd the spirit flies,

On Angel's wings through crystal skies
Up to the ever living throne,

Where Misery forgets to moan.

A great deal of local history and tradition is connected with Copp's Hill, but so fragmentary in character that no proper sequence can be found in the narration.

It is presumed that in 1621 the Plymouth folk landed under the shadow of the hill, as told by Prince in his "Chronology": "The Governor chuses 10 men with Squanto and two other savages, to go in the shallop, Tuesday, Sept 18; at midnight, the tide serving, we set sail; next day got into the bottom of Massachusetts Bay, about 20 leagues north from Plymouth, and anchor next morning, we land under a cliff. The sachem of this place is Obbatinewat."

The Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company is associated more or less with Copp's Hill. The company once claimed ownership of part of the hill, under the terms of an old mortgage, and tried to prevent the transfer of the Sewall purchase. The matter was adjusted, and, after the evacuation of Boston by the British, when the company again laid claim, the obligation was satisfactorily discharged. While the British troops were still in Boston the company was forced to use Copp's Hill as a parade ground, instead of the Common, as thus told in the company's minutes:

"In 1775, before the Artillery Company suspended its meetings, the Common was occupied by the British army, and the Artillery Company were refused admittance. Capt. Bell, therefore, marched to Copp's Hill. Soon after the bridge over Charles River was built, there was a complaint against the street at the foot of this hill. It was supposed the proprietors of that part of the hill enclosed from Snowhill street ought to repair the wharf and street at their own expense. This led to inquiry, in town-meeting, to whom it belonged; some one said it belonged to this company. Col. Jackson, their Treasurer, was sent for, and declared he considered it their property, a mortgage upon it to them having long run out, and that Capt. Bell, with his company, had taken possession of it in 1775. Capt. Bell was then interrogated by Col. Dawes, the Moderator: Why did you march your company to Copp's Hill? Answer: I was prohibited from entering the Common; conceiving this hill to be the property of the company, I marched them there, as a place no one had a right to exclude them from. Question by Moderator: Supposing a party of British troops should have been in possession of it, and should have forbid your entrance, what would you have done? Answer: I would have charged bayonets, and forced my way as surely as I would force my way into my dwelling-house, if taken possession of by a gang of thieves. The late Col. Wm. Tudor, who was then present, said:

'Mr. Moderator, the hill clearly belongs to that company, and I wish they would execute a quit claim deed of it to me at a fair price.' The Mortgage was discharged afterwards, and the street repaired by the town.”

Closely connected with the history of the hill is the famous North Battery beneath it on Hudson's point. It was built by Major-General John Leverett in 1646, twenty years earlier than the erection of its twin, the South Battery, or Sconce, at the foot of Fort Hill. It was built on the petition of the North Enders, and at their expense, they praying that they might "for the future be freed from all rats and assessments to what other fortifications be in the towne untill such time as the other part of the towne not ioynninge with us herin shall have disbursed and layd out in equall porporcion of their estats with ours as by true Acount may apear.'

A committee of inspection reported on both batteries in May, 1666, saying: "Wee also tooke survey of another worke on the north side of Boston, called Merrjes Point, raysed with stones. The foundation is defended from the violence of the sea with spyles & plancks; the wall of a considerable thicknes, yet lesse safe then the other, by reason of the sharpe edges next the cannon & widnes of the ports within, which beinge faced with strong timbers, as is intended, will be much better."

Capt. Edward Johnson of Woburn, in his "Wonder Working Providence of Sion's Saviour, in New England," speaks of the "very strong battery built of whole timber, and filled with Earth at the descent of the Hill in the extreme poynt thereof."

Daniel Neal, in his description of Boston in 1719, says: "There are two Batteries at the North and South Ends of the Town, which command the whole Bay, and make it impossible for an Enemy's Ship of Burthen to ride there in safety."

In 1706 the battery was extended 120 feet, with a breadth of 40 feet, at an expense of £1,000. It was finally sold to Jeffrey and Russell, and became Jeffrey's Wharf between 1787 and 1796. To-day it is appropriately called Battery Wharf.

The site of the North Battery was, possibly, where Winthrop's company landed, and where Anne Pollard, the first white woman to tread on Boston soil, jumped ashore. Here, too, was Francis Hudson's ferry landing. From the Battery, also, the 52d, 43d, and 47th British regiments, together with detachments of grenadiers, light infantry and marines, embarked for Bunker Hill; and here, after the battle, the wounded were brought ashore. At the time of the evacuation, the Battery was armed with seven 12-pounders, two 9-pounders, and four 6-pounders, all left dismantled. In the old days of short range guns, the North Battery was regarded as of great importance, because covering the harbor, the mouth of the Charles, and the entrance to the Town Cove.