Epidemic from Neglect—See Neglect, Consequences of.
Epitaph, Curious—See Man a Time-*keeper.
EPITAPHS
The following epitaphs, with the comment on them, are taken from the London Daily News:
There is an interesting epitaph on a gravestone
in Poling churchyard, Sussex. It runs:
Here
Lieth ye Body
of Alice, ye wife, of Bobt
Woolbridge, who Died
the 27th of May, 1740.
Aged 44 years.
The World is a round thing,
And full of crooked streets.
Death is a market place,
Where all men meets.
If Life was a thing
That money could buy,
The Rich would live,
And the poor would die.
Here is another:
Poor Martha Snell has gone away,
Her would if she could, but her couldn't stay,
She had two sore legs and a badish cough,
But it were her legs as carried her off.
Less comic, but more witty, is the epitaph
found at Kingsbridge, S. Devon.
Here lieth the body of Robert (commonly called "Bone") Phillips, who died July 27th, 1793, aged 65 years, and at whose request the following lines are here inscribed:
Here lie I at the Chancel door;
Here lie I because I am poor;
The further in the more you'll pay,
Yet here lie I as warm as they.
Here is an epitaph on a last-maker, who is
said to be buried at Llanflantwythyl:
Stop, stranger, stop, and wipe a tear
For the Last man at last lies here,
Tho ever-last-ing he has been,
He has at last passed life's last scene.
Famed for good works, much time he passed,
In doing good—He has done his last.
The following, more philosophic and general
in its application, is on an eighteenth-century
tombstone in Saint Mary's Parish
Churchyard, Mold, North Wales.
Life's like an Inn where Travelers stay.
Some only Breakfast, and away.
Others to dinner stay, and are well fed.
The oldest only sup and go to Bed.
Long is the Bill who lingers out the day.
He that goes the soonest Has the Least to Pay.
The correspondent also sends us an epitaph
which has pithiness and force. It runs:
Here lies W. W.
Who will nevermore trouble you.
It was an apitaph which called forth the
following topical epigram from Dr. Samuel
Clarke, who had just seen the inscription,
"Domus Ultima," on the vault belonging to
the Dukes of Richmond in the Cathedral of
Chichester. In a mood of satire he wrote:
Did he who thus inscribed the wall
Not read, or not believe, St. Paul,
Who says there is, where'er it stands,
Another house, not made with hands.
Or may we gather from these words
That house is not a House of Lords.
(934)
Equality, The Spirit of—See Respect, No, of Persons.
EQUALIZATION
The practise of some physicians is practically the philosophy of Christian socialism: "From every man according to his ability, to every man according to his need."
"A Philadelphia judge," says American Medicine, "has given expression to the opinion
that 'the life of a rich man is worth more
than the life of a poor man, and the physician
has a right to charge the millionaire
more for his services than he does the
laborer.' He went on further to say that
'the physician is unlike the merchant, who
has goods of different quality to sell at
various prices. He must give his best service
in every case. Human life has a pecuniary
value of variable quality, greater in
the millionaire than in the laborer. Thus,
the practitioner of common sense has a
maximum and a minimum charge, and makes
out his bills to suit the pecuniary circumstances
of his patients.'" The writer thinks
that "there will be no dissent on the part of
right-thinking people" from this view. Carried
to its logical conclusion, it would ap-
