Die Lokomotive In Kunst-witz Und Karikatur

HANOMAG, H ANNOVER-LINDÊN Grabinschrift auf dem Bromsgrove-Kirchhof für einen Lokomotivführer, der bei einer Kesselexplosion einer Lokomotive auf der schiefen Ebene bei Lickey im November 1840 verunglückte. Sacred to the memory of Thomas Scaife late an Engineer on the Birmingham and Gloucester Railway, who lost his life at Bromsgrove Station by the explosion of an engine boiler on Tuesday the 10th of November 1840. He was 28 years of age, highly asterned by his fellow workmen for his many amiable qualities, and his death will be long lamented by all those who had the pleasure of his acquaintance. The following lines arc composed by an unknown friend as a niem.cnLo of the worthness of the deceased. My engine now is cold and still, No water does my boiler fill; My coke affords its flame no more, My days of usefulness are o’er, My wheels deny their noted speed No more my guiding hand they need. My whistle, Loo, has lost its tone, His shrill and thrilling sounds are gone My valves are now thrown open wide, My flanges I’ll refuse to guide. My clack, also, though once so strong Refuse to aid the busy throng. No more I feed each urging breath My steam is now condens’d in death. Life’s railway ’s o’er, each station ’s past, In death I ’m stopp’d and rest at last. Farewell, dear friend, and cease to weep In Christ I ’m SAFE im Him I sleep. This stone was erected by his fellow workmen 1842. Ein Friedhof für belgische Lokomotiven. Epitaph on a Locomotive. By the sole survivor of a deplorable accident (no blame to be attached to any servants of the company) Collisions four Or five she bore, The signals wor in vain; Grown old and rusted, Her biler busted, And smash’d the Excursion Train. „Her End was Pieces." (Mr. Punch’s Railway Book S. 78) Abb. 72 80