In 1792 he entered the Medical staff at the US Army and braved the perils of the West under the gallant Wayne, who, at a subsequent period, on Prs'ue Isle, breathed his last in his arms. In 1798, on the organization of the Navy, he was appointed it's Senior Surgeon, and performed the responsible duties of that office until 1804, when he retired to private practice in Norfolk, where he pursued his profession with distinguished reputation to himself and with eminent usefulness to that community till the time of his decease. He was courteous in his address; of a high sense of personal honor; of a generous and noble heart, and a firm believer in the Gospel, the precepts of which guided his course through life, and lighted his passage to the tomb.
His remains here mingle with those of his father and mother, who were buried on this spot, and show memory he ever cherished with true filial affection. Two of his children sleep beside him, and a third erected this stone to mark the burial place of his Sires.
His epitaph written by himself: Long had my spirit wandered in this vale of tears, fearful, yet anxious still to venture home, till trusting wholly in God's grace, it left its fears. Then boldly cried, I come, I come, I come. His , as shed in Christ, can wash the sinner white, his can heal each raging, rankling wound, tis his to raise the mouldering again to light, crowned with glory triumphant from the ground.
--Robt. Dalrymple, Norfolk
His remains here mingle with those of his father and mother, who were buried on this spot, and show memory he ever cherished with true filial affection. Two of his children sleep beside him, and a third erected this stone to mark the burial place of his Sires.
His epitaph written by himself: Long had my spirit wandered in this vale of tears, fearful, yet anxious still to venture home, till trusting wholly in God's grace, it left its fears. Then boldly cried, I come, I come, I come. His , as shed in Christ, can wash the sinner white, his can heal each raging, rankling wound, tis his to raise the mouldering again to light, crowned with glory triumphant from the ground.
--Robt. Dalrymple, Norfolk
In 1792 he entered the Medical staff at the US Army and braved the perils of the West under the gallant Wayne, who, at a subsequent period, on Prs'ue Isle, breathed his last in his arms. In 1798, on the organization of the Navy, he was appointed it's Senior Surgeon, and performed the responsible duties of that office until 1804, when he retired to private practice in Norfolk, where he pursued his profession with distinguished reputation to himself and with eminent usefulness to that community till the time of his decease. He was courteous in his address; of a high sense of personal honor; of a generous and noble heart, and a firm believer in the Gospel, the precepts of which guided his course through life, and lighted his passage to the tomb.
His remains here mingle with those of his father and mother, who were buried on this spot, and show memory he ever cherished with true filial affection. Two of his children sleep beside him, and a third erected this stone to mark the burial place of his Sires.
His epitaph written by himself: Long had my spirit wandered in this vale of tears, fearful, yet anxious still to venture home, till trusting wholly in God's grace, it left its fears. Then boldly cried, I come, I come, I come. His , as shed in Christ, can wash the sinner white, his can heal each raging, rankling wound, tis his to raise the mouldering again to light, crowned with glory triumphant from the ground.
--Robt. Dalrymple, Norfolk
His remains here mingle with those of his father and mother, who were buried on this spot, and show memory he ever cherished with true filial affection. Two of his children sleep beside him, and a third erected this stone to mark the burial place of his Sires.
His epitaph written by himself: Long had my spirit wandered in this vale of tears, fearful, yet anxious still to venture home, till trusting wholly in God's grace, it left its fears. Then boldly cried, I come, I come, I come. His , as shed in Christ, can wash the sinner white, his can heal each raging, rankling wound, tis his to raise the mouldering again to light, crowned with glory triumphant from the ground.
--Robt. Dalrymple, Norfolk
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