September 08, 2012
The Future Foreseen
Going through some old family records last night, I came across this epitaph written by Colonel Ezekiel Polk for his tombstone in Bolivar, Tennessee. Born in 1747, he died in 1820, with all his faculties evidently intact.
Here lies the dust of old E.P.,
One instance of mortality.
Pennsylvania born, Car’lina bred
In Tennessee died on his bed.
His youthful days he spent in pleasure,
His latter days in gathering treasure.
From superstition lived quite free
And practiced strict morality.
To holy cheats was never willing
To give one solitary shilling.
He can foresee, and in foreseeing
He equals most of men in being,
That Church and State will join their power
And mis’ry on this country show’r,
And Methodists, with their camp bawling,
Will be the cause of this down-falling;
An era not destined to see,
It waits for poor posterity.
First-fruits and tithes are odious things,
And so are bishops, priests, and kings.
Posted by Jerome Doolittle at September 08, 2012 04:07 PM
Old genealogy stories, at least ones like that one are always interesting.
So who did all the genaology work Jerry? I presume that work could have been done back a generatioin or three before you, Unless you'v gotten the genealogy bug and haven't told us. But I presume you snapped the picture on one of your road trips while snake hunting.
He was exacttly right though. Scopes came then and after that we ended up with that war monngering Methodist.
So tell us the story behind the story as far as you wish to or dare in these immodest internet days
Been to Graceland, but never to Bolivar. Weirdly enough, the picture came up when I googled "Ezekiel Polk."