Subject: Epitaphs (Page 27)

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

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Dear Sister, Here lies the body of Mary Ford. We hope her soul is with the Lord But if for hell she's changed this life, better live there than as J. Ford's wife.

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I don’t want to talk about it now.

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Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

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He lived one hundred and five. Sanguine and strong. A hundred to five, you live not so long.

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I will NOT be right back after this message.

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Here I lie at the chancel door – And I lie here because I am poor; – For the farther in the more you pay, – But here I lie as warm as they.

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Here lies the darling of his time – Mitchel expired in his prime. – Who four years short of forty seven – Was found full ripe and plucked for Heaven.

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Rebecca Freeland, 1741 – She drank good ale, good punch and wine, and lived to the age of 99.

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At length a grave spots for him provided, where all through him so many of us died did.

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

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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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Here lies the corpse of Doctor Chard, who fill'd half of this churchyard.

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Hooray my brave boys let's rejoice at his fall. For if he had lived he would have buried us all.

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Now Go Away and Leave Me Alone

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Poorly lived and poorly died. Poorly buried and no one cried.

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Here's to Johnny quite a guy. Very sad he had to die. All was well could not be better, Till he wrote my girl a letter.

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Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.

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Of pneumonia supervening consumption complicated with other diseases, the main symptoms of which was insanity.

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