The tombstone of William H. Hahn Jr. displays the famous line, "I told you I was sick." John O'Hara, a well-regarded mid-20th-century novelist, penned these straightforward words for placement over his grave: "He was a professional. He wrote honestly and well." But the tombstone of Ashbel Green, who was Princeton's eighth president two centuries ago, teaches, "His mortal remains were buried in this grave with many friends grieving, but not without the most blessed hope."
Sutphen's favorite tombstone inscription is, "In loving memory." I like this one on the tombstone of the Charles Hodge (1797-1878), who wrote a terrific three-volume systematic theology: "He stood for learning and vital piety." I like even more the adjacent tombstone of wife Sarah Hodge (1798-1849): "She lived in love and died in faith. Truthful woman, delightful companion, ardent friend."
Hodge had 81 years to develop his vital piety, and his wife only 51. The three men murdered on Sept. 11, 2001 and buried here had only 39 to 45 years. Some hurricane victims this week had fewer, and that reminds all of us to prepare for what could happen any time.
Matthew Henry, an 18th century Bible commentator read by some of the 11 early Princeton presidents buried here, stated that, "Dying saints may be justly envied, while living sinners are justly pitied." The bones of all are here, under these trees, and Sutphen plus a greater Gardener know where each lies.