Subject: Epitaphs (Page 28)

Here lies old Caleb Ham, by trade a bum. When de died the devil cried, Come, Caleb, come.

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Dear God: enclosed, please find Rube Goldberg. Now that you’ve got him, what are you going to do with him?

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James B. McCoy – Member Co. D 17th Iowa Inf. which mustered in 1165 men and mustered out 42. Participated in 19 battles and 3 sieges. Never Applied For A Pension.

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Sacred to the memory of Major James Brush, Royal Artillery, who was killed by the accidental discharge of a pistol by his orderly…

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Here lies poor but honest Bryan Tunstall. He was a most expert angler until Death envious of his art, threw out his line hooked him, and landed him here the 21st day of April, 1790

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Here lies Andrew – The quality of his armor was not assured

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To follow you I am not content, How do I know Which way you went.

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Mr. Fish. Worms are bait for fish, but here's a sudden change, fish is bait for worms. Is not that passing strange?

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

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He had sand in his craw, But was slow on the draw, So we planted him ‘neath the daisies.

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

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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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Here lies Salvino Armalo D'Armati of Florence, the inventor of spectacles. May God pardon his sins!

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 Here lies the body of Dr Hayward, a man who never voted. Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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This world is a prison in every respect, whose walls are the heavens in common; the jailor is sin, and the prisoners men; and the fetters are nothing but women.

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OK . . . I gotta go now.

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Come blooming youths, as you pass by, And on these lines do cast an eye. As you are now, so once was I; As I am now, so must you be; Prepare for death and follow me.

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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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Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor, who lived and died without a doctor.

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