A survivor of this depleted family recorded its sad history in the 1830s.
Sometimes a sampler remembers the death of an infant or small child...
...while others proclaim love for dear, departed grandparents.
This handsome young man's memory was saved in this soulful portrait, mounted in a mourning jewel
with his hair, still golden and unfaded.
We sometimes find snuff boxes in the shape of coffins...
...and wonder how well a gift in this form would be received today, perhaps as a nice new lunch box for Dad? I'm sure our good friend John (who has been known to drive a hearse to the seaside for a jolly summer outing) would appreciate one of those.
I found this small coffin-shaped oak box recently and have been puzzling over its use. Was it fashioned as a final resting place for a favourite hamster? Its lid screws down so perhaps it was a secret hidey hole for a treasure, its shape a warning to "Keep Out"...
...or maybe not.