In memory of Robert Harris, sometime Major-General of His Majesty's forces before Plymouth, who was buried hereunder the 29th day of June 1655. And of Honor Harris his sister, who was likewise here underneath buried, the 17th day of November, in the year of our Lord 1653. Loyall and stout; they Crime this--this thy praise. Thou'rt here with Honour laid--though without Bayes.
Daphne du MaurierAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: May 13, 1907
- Died: April 19, 1989
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