The Macon Telegraph & Messenger 15 February 1882 The Humble Dead in Rose Hill Cemetery "On fame's eternal camping ground, The silent tents are spread, While glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead." No costly marble marks the spot of the silent sleepers. There has been no portraiture of their death-bed scenes. No long extended notices were published announcing their decease. But sadly and silently they were borne away, and soon the brown autumn leave covered the new made graves. The birds sang their plaintive songs amid the overhanging boughs. The winds sighed a sad requiem and all was soon hushed into deep forgetfulness. Their stations in life were humble, yet many, very many of them did their parts nobly, heroically in life, were kind fathers, devoted wives, noble sons, loving sisters, the toiling mechanic, the just merchant, the private soldier each filled his earthly mission and have gone to their long homes. Let us not forget the humble sleepers in
Telling the Tales of Tombstones
