Epitaph on General Custine 
The Cambridge Intelligencer (October 5, 1793)
Here lies an headless General(I'll say dead)
As many living Generals want an head.
One morn, whilst dressing (be that morn forgot)
He turn'd his orders into Papillotes
His side-locks curl'd so smart; but poor Custine,
Remember'd not he had an head between.
Fate came, the slightest orders to recall,
And with the curls, alas! took head and all.