Subject: Epitaphs (Page 14)

Here lies Rob Master, Faith! 'twas very hard, to take away an honest Robin's breath; yes, surely Robin was full well prepared. For he was always looking out for death.

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Murdered by a traitor and coward whose name is not worthy to appear here

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Charity, wife of Gideon Bligh, underneath this stone doth lie. Nought was she e'er known to do, that her husband told her to.

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Here lies the body of Richard Hind, – Who was neither ingenious, sober, nor kind.

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Elizabeth McFadden, wife of David P. Read. Died Feb. 28, 1859, in her 47th year. She never done a thing to displeas her husband.

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I would – rather be here – than in Texas.

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He got a fish-bone in his throat and then he sang an angel's note.

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"May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead"

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The wedding-day appointed was, and wedding clothes provided, before the nuptial day, alas! He sickened and he die did.

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Poor Martha Snell, she's gone away. She would if she could, but she could not stay; she'd two bad legs, and a baddish cough, but her legs it was that carried her off.

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Ma Dyed [sic]

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"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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Here lies Scott Jacobson – Who came upon an evil lich, he didn't even think to run, and ended up in this ditch

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Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

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Samuel Gardner was blind in one eye and in a moment of confusion he stepped out of a receiving and discharging door in one of the warehouses into the ineffable glories of the celestial sphere.

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That is all

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A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

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Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

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Mitchell – Well This Sucks

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I Was Supposed To Live To Be 102 and Be Shot By A Jealous Husband

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Beneath this grassy Mound now rests One Edgar Oscar Earl, Who to another Hunter looked Exactly like a squirrel.

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