Behind General Grant's mausoleum, closer to the cliff, there is also a children's mausoleum. This is a tiny and ordinary grave, and you may ignore it anywhere else. Like most American graves, it has only a small tombstone. On the tombstone and nearby're signs, there is a touching story about honesty:
The story happened on 1797 more than 200 years ago. This year, when the little owner of this land was five years old, he accidentally fell off the cliff here and died. His father was heartbroken and buried him here and built such a small mausoleum as a souvenir. A few years later, family fortune fell and the old owner had to transfer the land. Out of love for his son, he made a strange request to the future landowner. He asked the new owner to take the child's mausoleum as a part of the land and never destroy it. The new owner agreed and wrote this condition into the contract. In this way, the child's mausoleum was preserved.
Times have changed, and a hundred years have passed. I don't know how many times this land has been sold or how many owners have changed. The child's name has long been forgotten by the world, but the child's tomb is still there. According to one sales contract after another, it was completely preserved. 1897, this land of geomantic omen was chosen as the cemetery of General Grant. The government became the owner of this land, and the tomb of the Unknown Son was preserved intact in the hands of the government and became the neighbor of Grant General Cemetery. The grave adjacent to the grave of a great historical creator and the grave of an unknown child may be a unique miracle in the world.
One hundred years later, 1997, in memory of General Grant, Giuliani, then mayor of new york, came here. It happened to be the centenary of the establishment of General Grant's mausoleum and the bicentennial of the child's death. Mayor Giuliani personally wrote this touching story and carved it on the wooden sign, standing next to the tomb of nobody, so that this honest story can be passed down from generation to generation. ...
Late one night, a rich gentleman in England was walking home when he was stopped by a unkempt and ragged boy. "Please buy a pack of matches, sir," said the little boy. I won't buy it. The gentleman replied. Then the gentleman walked away from the boy. "Sir, please buy a bag. I have eaten nothing today. " The little boy caught up with him. Seeing that the boy could not escape, the gentleman said, "but I have no change." "Sir, take the match first and I'll change it for you." After that, the boy ran away with a pound given by the gentleman. The gentleman waited for a long time, but the boy still didn't come back. The gentleman went home helplessly.
The next day, the gentleman was working in his office. The servant said that a boy had come and asked to meet the gentleman. So the boy was called in. The boy is shorter than the boy who sells matches and is dressed in rags. I'm sorry, sir. My brother asked me to bring you the change. " "Where's your brother?" The way of a gentleman. "My brother was seriously injured by a carriage on his way back to find you after changing the change, and he was lying at home." The gentleman was deeply moved by the little boy's honesty. "Let's go! Let's go and see your brother! " When I went to the boy's house, I saw that as long as the stepmother of both boys was greeting the seriously injured boy. Seeing this gentleman, the boy quickly said, "I'm sorry I didn't send you the change back on time. I broke my word!" " The gentleman was deeply moved by the boy's honesty. When he learned that the parents of the two boys had died, he resolutely decided to take on everything they needed in life.
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