Subject: Epitaphs (Page 28)

Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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Here lies John Ross, kick'd by a boss.

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The Lord saw good; I was lopping off wood, and down fell from the tree; I met with a check, and I broke my neck, and so Death lopped off me.

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On the whole I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

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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.

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Here lies one who never lied before. And one who never will lie More. To which there need be no More said.

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Sweet Leota Beloved by All In Regions Beyond Now But Having a Ball

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See how God works his wonders now and then, here lies a lawyer, and an honest man.

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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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Here lies the wife of brother Thomas, whom tyrant death has torn from us, her husband never shed a tear, until his wife was buried here. And then he made a fearful rout, for fear she might find her way out.

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I plant these shrubs upon your grave dear wife. That something on this spot may boast of life. Shrubs must wither and all earth must rot. Shrubs may revive, but you thank heaven will not.

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… Dentist Brown – Is filling his last cavity.

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

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The milk of human kindness was Vny own dear cherub wife – I'll never find another one as good in all my life. – She bloomed, she blossomed, she decayed. – And under this tree her body we laid.

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Here lies Donald and his wife Janett McPhee, aged 40 he and 30 she.

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Here lies an honest lawyer – and that is Strange.

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This is all that remains of poor Ben Hough. He had forty-nine years and that was enough. Of worldly goods he had his share, And now he's gone to the Devil's snare.

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Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them

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Robert Phillip, gravedigger: Here I lie at the Chancel door; Here lie I because I am poor; The farther in the more you pay; Here I lie as warm as they.

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Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

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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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