Subject: Epitaphs (Page 14)

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Martha and I together lived – Just two years and a half; – She went first, and I followed after – the cow before the calf.

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

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William Newhall. He ‘rose in health at early dawn, to hail the new born year: before the evening shade came on, he finished his career.

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Rich born, rich bred, yet Fate adverse, his wealth and fortune did reverse. He lived and died immensely poor, July the tenth aged ninety-four.

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… Here lie the bones of Sophie Jones; for her death held no terrors. She was born a maid and died a maid. No hits, no runs, no heirs.

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Ashes to ashes dust to dust, here lies George Emery I trust. And when the trump blows louder and louder, he’ll rise a box of Emery powder.

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Fate cuts the thread of life, as all men know, and Fate cut his, though he so well could sew. It matters not how fine the web is spun, ‘tis all unravelled when our course is run.

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Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.

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On this marble drop a tear — Here lies poor Rosalind: All mankind were pleas'd with her, And she with all mankind.

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She failed her breathalizer test now she lays with the best

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Susan Tomkins here she lies, nobody laughs and nobody crys, where shes gone or how she fares nobody knows and nobody cares

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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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In Memory of Jacob, third son of Capt. Jacob Rice, died May 7, 1818 Et. 9 yrs. – His death was occasioned by the fall of a dung fork, one tine penetrating his brain.

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Here lies Charles. Had six guns Needed seven. Now he is in heaven

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of wounds, but the other was drownded.

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I bowl'd, I struck, I caught, I stopp'd. Sure life's a game of cricket; I block'd with care, with caution popp'd, yet Death has hit my wicket.

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My father and mother were both insane. I inherited the terrible stain. My grandfather, grandmother, Aunts and uncles Were lunatics all And yet died of carbuncles

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Captain Thomas Coffin, died 1842, age 50 years. He's done a-catching cod and gone to meet his God.

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent In his last cosy tenement.

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