Subject: Epitaphs (Page 21)

Stranger pause and shed a tear, for Mary Jane lies buried here. Mingled in a most surprising manner with Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.

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

Here lies an Atheist. All dressed up and no place to go.

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.

Here I at length repose, My spirit now at aise is; With the tips of my toes And the point of my nose Turned up to the roots of the daisies.

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

GELOW – Francis & Yvonne – On Vacation – Hold mail – Lived

Here lies the body of Ephraim Wise. Safely tucked between his two wives. One was Tillie and the other Sue. Both were faithful, loyal, and true. By his request in ground that's hilly. His coffin is set tilted toward Tillie.

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.

Here lies Clyde – Whose life was full – Until he tried – To milk a bull.

Ingenious youth, thou art laid in dust. Thy friends, for thee, in tears did burst.

Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

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 John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

… But the reason why I am here interred according to my thinking, – Is owing to my good living and hard drinking, – If therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long – Don't drink to much wine, brandy, gin, or any thing strong.

I will NOT be right back after this message.

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

That is all

Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

36-33-01-24-17 – Honey you don't know what you did for me, – Always playing the lottery. – The numbers you picked came in to play, – Two days after you passed away. – For this, a huge monument I do erect, – For now I get a yearly check. – How I wish you were alive, – For now we are worth 8.5

Elizabeth Scott lies buried here, She was born Nov 20th 1785, according to the best of her recollection.