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Title: The Pine-tree coast
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Drake, Samuel Adams, 1833-1905
Subjects: Maine -- Description and travel Atlantic Coast (Me.)
Publisher: Boston. Estes & Lauriat
Contributing Library: Mugar Memorial Library, Boston University
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston University

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ithout long search did I succeed in finding the little shabby mon-ument standing on the spot to which General Knoxs remains were finallyremoved, and if report speaks truly, without more show of respect than wouldbe paid to those of a pauper. The situation of this cemetery, with the mountains rising green and smilingbehind it, the sea and shores stretched out crisp and sparkling beneath it, isbeautiful indeed. But alas ! the utter neglect which surrounds the last resting-place of such a man as Knox is enough to strip the landscape of its charm,the hallowed earth of its consecration. One side of the iron fence enclosing itwas so broken down that the little burial plot could be entered at will.The grass was green, tall, and rank about the little shaft which recorded thename and virtues of this great man.5 One side simply reads: — The Tomb OF Major GeneralEL Kxox, WHO DIED Octr 25th, 1806;aged 56 years. Tis fates decree, farewell thy just renownThe heros honor & the good mans crown.
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i \ ^ THOMASTON, BOUND OWLS BEAD. 245 For me these lines had a very satirical meaning Indeed, Could it lie truethat this was the grave of that daring Boldier, that invincible Bpirit, who forcedthe passage of the ice-blocked Delaware with his guns, who stemmed the tideof disaster ;it .Monmouth, and who fired tlir last shut a1 Vuktown. ■• He sleeps his last sleep; he has f OUghl his la.-t battle. While sauntering among the monuments in the adjoining ground, my eyefell on a massive cenotaph of gray granite standing near the principal walk.The cap-stone bore the name of Jonathan Cilley on one of its faces, — not aword more. Yet this dumb stone has its sad story, too. Shall I break thesilence it seems enjoining? Cilley. t he grandson of a brave officer of the Revolu-tion, fell in a duel with Graves,a Kentuckian,and a member of the same Con.-:)with his victim, in February, 1838. They fought at Bladensburg with rifles,Cilley falling at the third fire. He had no quarrel at all with Grav

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