All This and Heaven Too

Although I never knew you in life, as a child I often cracked butternuts on your tombstone. There were other more impressive monuments in our family lot, but yours for some unaccountable reason became my favourite in that group erected to the glory of God and the memory of departed relatives.
Knowing what I know of you now, I should like to think that some essence of your wit and valour and spice still lingered there and had power to compel a child's devotion. I should like to believe that t...