Maria, wife of Wm. Inkpen, died Aug. 8, 1855, age 56.
Each moment since her dying hour,
My loss I keenly feel,
But trust I feel the Saviour's power,
To sanctify and heal.
Also Wm. Inkpen, died Oct. 28, 1873, age 85.
[The deceased left the sum of £600 to the inhabitants of the Little Almshouses.]
Mr. Inkpen was the principal coach proprietor in Croydon, and like his old friend and competitor Mr. Matthews, he almost always drove one of his own teams. His coaches were always well horsed, and all the appointments were good; and, if he did not go the pace that kills, he generally accomplished the journey to or from London in little over an hour. Mr. Inkpen was highly respected by his fellow townsmen, and always won golden opinions from his numerous passengers. He was, perhaps a little narrow minded and prejudiced, and had such a horror of and dislike to railways that he was never known to enter one of their carriages. He was a man of property, chairman of the Board of Guardians, and died at a ripe old age.
"The sun is set that once shone out,
So bright upon these teams;
The night has come, and all that's past,
Seem but as fleeting dreams."