Their children were:
Jason (Susanna Hotchkiss)
Eleanor
Miriam (died young)
Miriam (Samuel Dunn)
Sylvia (Martin Craw)
Chauncey (Lovina Parker)
Whiting (died young)
Stephen, Jr (Elizabeth Billings)
Lyman (Patty Doolittle)
Polly Whiting
In 1779, Stephen Beach served in the Revolutionary War in Captain Stanley's Company, Col. Thaddeus' Regiment.
The epitaph on his grave marker is the first stanza of a hymn written by Englishman Isaac Watts (1674-1748). Stephen's wife Miriam's grave marker has the second stanza. The entire lyrics to the hymn are as follows:
"Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to ensure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
Life is the hour that God has given
To 'scape from hell and fly to Heav'n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their memory and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy is buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.
Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave, to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there."
Their children were:
Jason (Susanna Hotchkiss)
Eleanor
Miriam (died young)
Miriam (Samuel Dunn)
Sylvia (Martin Craw)
Chauncey (Lovina Parker)
Whiting (died young)
Stephen, Jr (Elizabeth Billings)
Lyman (Patty Doolittle)
Polly Whiting
In 1779, Stephen Beach served in the Revolutionary War in Captain Stanley's Company, Col. Thaddeus' Regiment.
The epitaph on his grave marker is the first stanza of a hymn written by Englishman Isaac Watts (1674-1748). Stephen's wife Miriam's grave marker has the second stanza. The entire lyrics to the hymn are as follows:
"Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to ensure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
Life is the hour that God has given
To 'scape from hell and fly to Heav'n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their memory and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy is buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.
Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave, to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there."
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