At Barton Farm, a small band of defenders held out for two hours:
Bibliotheca gloucestrensis (1825),p.175-185
A little further on, at "that strong post by the water-milles", the clothier Hodgkinson Paine fell "with a Colours in his hand". He struggled home mortally wounded and died a few hours later.
The strange punning epitaph erected by his grieving widow is still to be seen in the Parish Church:
HERE LYETH buried ye Body of HODGKINSON
PAINE, Clothier, who died ye 3d of Feb 1642.
The Poore's Supplie his life & calling grac't
'till warre's made rent & PAINE from poore displac't.
But what made poore unfortunate PAINE blest,
by warre they lost their PAINE, yet found noe rest,
Hee looseing quiet by Warre yet gained ease,
by it PAINE'S life began, and paine did cease;
And from ye troubles here him God did sever,
by death to life, by Warre to peace for ever.
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Here lieth the body of Elisabeth Paine deceased
the 8th day of Ianuary An. Do. 1699.
One was our thought One life wee fought,
One rest wee both intended;
Our bodies have To sleep one grave,
Our soules to God ascended.

