Subject: Epitaphs (Page 10)

Peter Letig was his name, Heaven I hope his station, Baltimore was his dwelling place and Christ is his salvation.

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Heave a sigh For old John Doak. He didn't know His brakes were broke

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He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

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This is the grave of Mike O'Day, Who died maintaining his right of way. His right was clear, his will was strong. But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.

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Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor, who lived and died without a doctor.

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A Man.

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Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton – She was a wife that never vexed one. – But I can't say as much for the one at the next stone.

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At last I get top billing.

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I made an ash of myself

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Here lies the body of Martha Dias, Who was always uneasy and not over pious, She liv'd to the age of threescore and ten, And gave that to the worms she refus'd to the men.

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Here lies Frank a shining light, whose name, life, actions all were white.

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Jack Lemmon In…

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Here lies the body of Obadiah Wilkinson – And Bulb, his wife. – Their warfare is accomplished.

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Good Susan Blake in royal state – Arrived at last at Heaven's gate."But Peter met her with a club – And knocked her back to Beelzebub."

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Here lies old Rastus Sominy – died a-eating hominy, In 1859 anno domini

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Julia Newton – died of thin shoes, April 17th, 1839, age 19 years.

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Here lies the bones of Eichard Lawton – Whose death alas I was strangely brought on. – Trying his corns one day to mow off. – His razor slipped and cut his toe off. – His toe or rather what it grew to, – An inflimation quickly flew to. – Which took alas to mortifying – And was the cause of Eichards dying.

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Here lies my wife a sad slatterned shrew. If I said I regretted her, I should lie too.

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None of us ever voted for Roosevelt or Truman

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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Of him within, nought e'er gratis was had, that you read this so cheap now makes him sad.

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