An inscription on the Davis monument, which was erected by the widow and daughter of the President of the Confederacy, describes him as "an American soldier and defender of the Constitution." At the back of the pedestal is another inscription: PRESIDENT OF THE CONFEDERATE STATES OF AMERICA 1861-1865.
FAITHFUL TO ALL TRUSTS, A MARTYR TO PRINCIPLE.
HE LIVED AND DIED THE MOST CONSISTENT OF AMERICAN SOLDIERS AND STATESMEN.
It occasionally happens that, instead of having monuments because in life they were famous, men are made famous after death, by the inscriptions placed upon their tombstones.

Such is the case with James E.Valentine, a locomotive engineer killed in a collision many years ago.

The Valentine monument in Hollywood Cemetery is almost as well known as the monuments erected in memory of the great, the reason for this being embodied in the following verse adorning the stone: Until the brakes are turned on Time, Life's throttle valve shut down, He wakes to pilot in the crew That wear the martyr's crown.
On schedule time on upper grade Along the homeward section, He lands his train at God's roundhouse The morn of resurrection.
His time all full, no wages docked; His name on God's pay roll.
And transportation through to Heaven, A free pass for his soul.
In the burial ground of old St.John's Church--the building in which Patrick Henry delivered his "Give me Liberty or give me Death" oration--are a number of old gravestones bearing strange inscriptions which appeal to the imagination, and also, alas! elicit sad thoughts concerning those who wrote the old-time gravestone doggerel.
The custodian of the church is glad to indicate the interesting stones, but is much more taken up with his own gift of oratory, as displayed when, on getting visitors inside the church, he takes his place on the spot where Patrick Henry stood, and delivers the famous oration.

Having done this to us--or perhaps it would seem more generous to say _for_ us--the caretaker told us that many persons who had heard him had declared that Patrick Henry himself would have had a hard time doing it better.

But when he threatened, for contrast, to deliver the oration as a less gifted elocutionist might speak it, my companion, in whom I had already observed signs of restlessness, interrupted with the statement that we were late for an engagement, and fled from the place, followed by me.
* * * * * In certain parts of the city, often at a considerable distance from the warehouse and factory sections, one may occasionally catch upon the breeze the faint, spicy fragrance of tobacco; and should one trace these pleasant scents to their sources, one would come to a region of factories in which rich brown leaves are transformed into pipe tobacco, plug tobacco, or cigarettes.