On Monday Evening last, Mr. Thomas Meakins fell off a Wharff into the Delaware, and before he could be taken out again, was drowned. He was an ancient Man, and formerly liv’d very well in this City, teaching a considerable School; but of late Years was reduc’d to extream Poverty. The following Lines were made by himself some time since.
Some purchase Land, some stately Buildings raise,
To memorize their Names to future Days;
But I’ve a lasting Monument will stand,
When Building’s fall, and Sales are made of Land:
A certain Rock on Skuylkill’s eastern Side,
Which bears my Name, for Ages will abide;
This Rock, well-known, which Angler’s do frequent,
When I am gone, will be my Monument.