There was a gentleman one time who led a life of dissipation. He was particularly fond of hunting on horseback, and his end came about in the pursuit of the chase, One day while hunting he was thrown from his horse and sustained a broken neck. He died immediately. People said that his death was a just chastisement for his life of folly.
Some time afterwards a lily grew on the spot where the gentleman met his death. One one petal of the flower could be read:
Between the saddle and the ground
Forgiveness asked; salvation found.