Subject: Epitaphs (Page 28)

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

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Near Whose mouth it stretched from ear to ear. Tread softly, stranger, o'er this wonder, For if he yawns, you're gone, by thunder.

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

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Under this yew tree, buried would he be, because his father – he planted this yew tree.

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Returned – Unopened

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Fair maiden Lilliard – lies under this stane – little was her stature – but muckle was her fame – upon the English loons – she laid monie thumps – and when her legs were cuttit off – she fought upon her stumps.

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Death is a debt that’s justly due, that I have paid and so must you.

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Without you, Heaven would be too dull to bear
And Hell would not be Hell if you are there.

(1906 – 1992) English academic, barrister & book-collector
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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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To the memory of David Wall – Whose superior performance on the bassoon endeared him to an extensive musical acquaintance. His social life closed on the 4th Dec. 1796. in his 57th year.

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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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This debt I owe is justly due, and I am come to sleep with you.

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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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A man of letters it seems was he; the college made him L.L.D. The Order a P.G.W.C. Grim death has given him the G.B., and may his ashes R.I.P.

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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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I am woman here me roar. And boy did she.

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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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Longest Live Burial World Record Attempt.

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Here lies one that once was born and cried, Lived several years — and then he died

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She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

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Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery free, Who long was a bookseller's hack. He led such a damnable life in this world I don't think he'll ever come back.

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