Subject: Epitaphs (Page 15)

Here lies the body of Mary Morgan. Like the morning dew she glistened, exhaled, and went to heaven.

Beneath this stone now dead to grief Lies Grid the famous Wokag chief. Pause here and think you learned prig, This man was once an Indian big. Consider this, ye lowly one, this man was once a big in-jun. Now he lies here, you too must rot, as sure as pig shall go to pot.

Here lies the body of Detlof Swenson, waiter. God finally caught his eye.

Here lies Lotta Dust.

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

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

Called Back.

Posterity will ne'er survey – A nobler grave than this: – Here lies the bones of Castlereagh: – Stop, traveller, and piss.

On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders: Here lies my husbands 1 – 2 – 3. As still as men could ever be. As for the fourth: Praise be to God He still abides above the sod: Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names and to make things tidy I'll add his – James.

Here lies Salvino Armalo D'Armati of Florence, the inventor of spectacles. May God pardon his sins!

Toothless Nell (Alice Chambers) Killed 1876 in a Dance Hall brawl. Her last words: "Circumstances led me to this end."

Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes, My fate a useful moral teaches; The hole in which my body lies Would not contain one half my speeches

To the memory of Ric Richards who by a gangrene first lost a toe, then a leg and lastly his life.

She was first cousin to Lady Jones. – And of such is the kingdom of heaven. – Amen.

At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

Here lies Dave Jordan – His last words were a shame… 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'… Unfortunately it was a train

Here lies Bob Master. Faith! t’was 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.

These hillocks green and mouldering bones, these gloomy tombs and lettered stones. One admonition here supply: Reader! art thou prepared to die?

“Here lies my wife in earthy mold, Who when she died and naught but scold. Good friends go softly in your walking lest she should wake and rise up talking”

The Yankees came South in droves and bands, To conquer our fair Southern lands. But this little plot, In this quiet spot, was all the land this damn Yankee got.

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