Subject: Epitaphs (Page 19)

18 years a maiden, 1 year a wife, 1 day a mother, then I lost my life.

He married five wives, Whom he survived. At the age of 93 he walked to London, to seek a sixth but died before he found her.

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

Here lies young Ezikel Height, died from jumping Jim Smith’s claim; didn’t happen at the mining site, the claim he jumped, was Jim Smith’s dame.

Here lies a lewd Fellow, who, while he drew Breath, In the Midst of his Life was in Quest of his Death; Which he quickly obtain'd for it cost him his Life, For being in Bed with another Man's Wife.

Jeffrey Bottom – His wife was constantly scolding and scoffing , so he sought for repose in a 12 coin coffin

Poor John Scott is buried here, tho' once he was both hale and stout. Death stretched him on his bitter bier, in another world he hops about.

When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.

Poor Betty Conway, she drank lemonade at a masquerade, So now she's dead and gone away.

They abounded in riches but she wore the britches

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Without you, Heaven would be too dull to bear
And Hell would not be Hell if you are there.

(1906 – 1992) English academic, barrister & book-collector

To follow you I am not content, How do I know Which way you went.

Beloved Husband of Joan, A Man With Nature, Who Loved Life & His Jigsaws – "Didjabringabeer"

Dear God: enclosed, please find Rube Goldberg. Now that you’ve got him, what are you going to do with him?

Here lies the body of Lady O'Looney, Grand-niece to Edmund Burke, Commonly called "the sublime." She was bland, passionate, and religious. Also, She painted in water-colors. Also, She sent several articles to the Exhibition.

Here lies a man beneath this sod, – Who slandered all except his God, – And him he would have slandered too, – But that his God he never knew.

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

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

Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

The land I cleared is now my grave. Think well, my friends, how you behave