Subject: Epitaphs (Page 26)

Reader, I've left this world, in which I had a world to do; sweating and fretting to get rich: just such a fool as you.

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Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

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Here lies old twenty five per cent. The more he had the more he lent. The more he had the more he craved, great God, can his poor soul be saved?

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Some have children, others none, Here lies the mother of twenty one.

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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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He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast, poor Tom's mizzen topsail is laid to the mast; he'll never turn out, or more heave the lead; he's now all aback, nor will sails shoot ahead. He ever was brisk, and tho' now gone to wreck. When he hears the last whistle, he'll jump upon deck.

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Here lies the body of John Round. Lost at sea and never found.

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Weep not for me mother & brothers dear, It is God's wish that I am here. At my sweet age I swallowed a bone That sent me to a happy home.

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The Lord was good I was lopping off wood – And down fell from a tree. – I met with a check that broke my neck – And so God lopped off me.

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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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This is to the memory of Ellen Hill, a woman who would always have her will. She snubbed her husband but she made good bread. Yet on the whole he’s rather glad she’s dead. She whipped her children and she drank her gin, whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in. May all such women go to some great fold, where they through all eternity may scold.

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Scotty… beam me up!

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How did it get so dark ?!?

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Here lies Ezekiel Aikle Age 102 – The Good Die Young.

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Here lies the body of Johnny Haskell, A lying, thieving, cheating rascal; He always lied, and now he lies, He has no soul and cannot rise.

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Two great physicians first, my Loving husband tried, to cure my pain, in vain. At last he got a third, and then I died.

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A traveller lies here at rest, who life's rough ocean tossed on. His many virtues all expressed, thus simply – “I'm from Boston.”

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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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Dear God, Thanks

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Getting there is half the fun!

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