Subject: Epitaphs (Page 20)

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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They were two living sisters, who in this dust do lie. The very day Annie was buried Elizabeth did die.

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Erected to the memory of John Macfarlane. Drowned in the waters of Leith – by a few affectionate friends.

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Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

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Planted here beneath sod. At peaceful rest lies brother Claude

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Sacred To the Memory of LEWIS WICKS, who was killed on Thursday the 4, Oct. at 2 O'ck. P.M. by a waggon loaded with hay running over his brest. AD.1821 AE 56 years 3 mo. & 4 d's. who has left an affectionate Consort, and numerous friends to lament his loss.

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To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu. Born 15 September 1822. Accidentally shot 4th April 1844. As a mark of affection from his brother

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

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Here lies Martin Elmrod. Have mercy on my soul, good God, as I would do were I Lord God, and you were Martin Elmrod.

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Buried here beneath this clay lies gardener John Arbothnaut Jay. Now in his simpeternal home, a constant source of high-grade loam.

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

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Beneath the stone, a lump of clay, lies the man called Peter Hannels, who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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Those who cared for him while living, will know whose body is buried here, to others it does not matter.

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He is not here – But only his pod; He shelled out his peas – And went to his God.

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Here lies my wife in earthly mould, who, when she liv'd, did naught but scold; peace, wake her not, for now she's still, she had, but now I have my will.

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This tombstone is a milestone – Hah! how so? – Because beneath lies Miles – Who's Miles below; – A little man he was, a dwarf in size, – But now stretch’d out, at least Miles long he lies. – His grave though small, contains a space so wide, – It has Miles in breadth, and Miles in length beside.

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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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Blown upward out of sight: he sought the leak by candlelight

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Here lies my wife in earthly mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! Wake her not, for now she’s still, she had; but now I have my will.

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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Close behind this stone Here lies alone Captain Reynolds Marvin Expecting his wife When ends her life. And we both are freed from sarvin',

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