In Memory/of Thomas Johnson late of Hurdlow, who/departed this life November the 24th 1807/ in the 55th Year of his Age/ Alas my Friend, how swift our years roll on,/ Old age approaches, and our death draws near,/ The sons of Adam thro' that vale must walk,/ Which leads to worlds unknown, of bliss or woe./ Olive Johnson wife of the above,/ died January 12th 1842 aged 75 years./