"In memory of Captain Robert Andrews who was born November 3, 1822 and fell asleep November 11, 1789. Lamented as a kind and tender husband and father, an industrious and useful member of society, a serious professor of the Christian religion and of appointed integrity in every station, public and private, in which he acted--

When thou, no friend, no dying voice could hear
Or drop around thy bed the parting tear
Yet shall thy loving virtues come to mind
And preach to all, be just and kind."

"Graduated Harvard College 1793,
Ordained at Boylston, Jun 1, 1797, dismissed Jun 22, 1825" Pastor in Boylston for 28 years

Kind reader drop mournful tear,
over the dust that's buried here,
and when you read the fate of me,
think on the (_) that (_) for me"

When the archangel's trumpets shall blow,
And souls to bodies join,
Millions shall wish their lives below,
Had been as short as thine"

Erected to his memory by
is five little Children

"Enterprising in mind, active and useful in society, kind and helpful to such as were in difficulty, willing to aid in the establishment of useful societies, and in the support of religious institutions, he was suddenly taken form his family and friends and in death is much lamented."

Graduated at Harvard University 1816, Ordained Pastor of the Second Parish in Roxbury, Feb 2, 1825

Sarah, wife of James of Mendon, died Dec 31, 1842, age 44 while on a visit to her mother,Widow Sally Goodnow.

"Farewell my wife, my children dear,
This worlds no more my rest,
In heaven, I hope to meet you,
Where Gods spirits are ever blest",
engraved by Samuel Kiburn at Sterling

"Here lies buried four infant children of Mr. Ephrain & Mrs. Achsh Hastings"

"Let little children come to me,
This is what the saviour said,
Little children come and see,
Here is where the words are read"

"Weep not for me I sleep in Peace,
But think that death is over nigh,
Tho' now in healty your days increase,
Rember you youself must die"

"Behold and see as you pass by,
As you are now so once was I.
As I am now so you must be,
Prepare for death and follow me."

"Death is a debt to nature due
which I have paid and so must you."

Educated at Harvard College, "He walked with God, His record is on High"

First burial in the old burial grounds. Side two reads, "First that in this burying place doth lies."

"Beloved Daughter, Rest"

Epitaph no longer legible, engraved by C. Darby. Worcester

"Lord I commit my soul to thee,
Accept the sacred trust;
Receive this nobler part of me
and watch my sleeping dust"

"Friends nor Physicians could not save,
My mortal, body from the grave,
Nor can the grave confine me here,
When Christ shall call me to appear"

"Hark while you hear my heart strings break,
How sweet the minutes roll,
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
But glory in my soul.",
- engraved by Samuel Kilburn at Sterling, MA

"Youth like a vernal flower apperars,
Most promising and fair,
But death like an untimely frost,
Puts all in silence there."

Epitaph: "Beneath this stone rests the remains of Reverend Ebenezer Morse, A.M., who upwards of fifty years exercized the functions of a Christian minister in this place. Endowed by the Father of Lights with a strong and capacious mind, he richly stored it by seeking and intermeddling with all wisdom. As a advisor, he was learned; as a physician, eminent; as a philosopher, deep, extensive and correct in his views. As a politician, of piercing insight of individual character. Shrewd in reply, able in controversy, abounding with narrative, the passion of helpless merit, and fulfulling with exactness the duties of husband, teacher and friend, he died Janurary 3, 1802, aged 84. The stone also preserves the memory of Mrs. Persis Morse, the amiable and virtuous consort of the Rev. E. Morse. She died May 6, 1786, aged 61 years, having been united in marriage 33 years. From this union sprang eleven children".

"My tender wife do not complain,
That I am called away,
I trust that we shall meet again,
At the deciscive day"

"The years were few but of berift,
Parent nor bother or sister left,
To weep around your beir,
But theres a hope of blessed one,
That no----------all below,
Eternal love to share."

"Behold and see as you pass by,
As you are now so onec was I,
As I am now so you must be,
Prepare for death and follow me."

"Jesus my loves to glory gone,
Him will I go and see
And all my friends thats here below,
I hope will follow me,

My friends I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God's care,
And if on earth we meet no more,
Go on I'll meet you there."

"Could friends and wishes close the grave,
Or hear-felt anguish, virtue fave,
She yet had liv'd beloev'd by all,
Who knew her worth & mourned her fall."

"Youth like a vernal flower appears
Most promising and fair,
But death like an untimely frost
Puts all in silence there."

"Kind Reader drop mournful tear,
Over the dust that's buried here,
And when you read the fate of me,
Think on the life and love that was for me"