An extract from "Through Airedale from Goole to Malham"
by Johnnie Gray (1891). Two Kildwick grave inscriptions, with very different sentiments.
Mark the concentrated goodness implied in this lament of a dearly-beloved spouse:
"She was, but I forbear to tell you what. Think what a wife should be and she was that."
Very different from the following, observed elsewhere:
"Here lies my wife, poor Molly, let her lie. She finds repose at last, and so do I."