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.