Elizabeth Whitmore Junior
died May the 7th about for
O Clock in the forenoon
in 1758

My dafter dear, that was so faire
That god did, from us take
my wife and I, are like to die
with grief and pain, our hearts do ach,
Our beloved tender Child..

May 7th Sunday 1758 
Short was my life, longer my rest may be..
Cut off in youth, as you may plainly se..
Nurst up with care, for parrents dear had I.
Which Loved me well, and Griev’d to se me die.
Weep not dear parrents, but pray be Content
For unto you dear frends, I was but lent
Our loving dafter we adore [?] ..
She his gone from us for evermore.

Could someone have been designing her headstone?

Throughout Three Decades of Sermons, Lately Preached to the University by Henry Wilkinson (1660). Original from the University of Michigan. Digitized June 13, 2007.