Subject: Epitaphs (Page 28)

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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Due to lack of ground in this cemetery, two bodies are buried in this one plot. One of them was a politician, the other was an honest man.

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

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Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

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Here Betsy Brown her body lies. Her soul is flying in the skies. While here on earth she oftimes spun six hundred skeins from sun to sun, and wove one day, her daughter brags, two hundred pounds of carpet rags.

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If Heaven be pleased when sinners cease to sin, if Hell be pleased when sinners enter in, if Earth be pleased when ridded of a knave, then all are pleased for Coleman’s in his grave.

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HA! HA! I’m Pushing Up Daisies!!!

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Owen Moore, gone away. Owin' more, than he could pay

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He took his beer from year to year – And then the bier took him.

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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.

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Dear Lemuel Willard Died in 1821 – When present useful, absent wanted – Lived respected, died lamented.

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Sudden and unexpected was the end – Of our esteemed and beloved friend, – He gave to all his friends a sudden shock – By one day falling into Sunderland dock.

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He never won immortal fame, nor conquered earthly ills, but men weep for him all the same, he always paid his bills.

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Here lies my twins as dead as nits, One died of fever the other of fits.

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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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Under this stone Lies Billy Joe Bob Stealing chickens Was his last job

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

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Here lies Thomas Smith and what is somewhat rareish, he was born bred and hanged in this e’er parish.

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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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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.

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