Subject: Epitaphs (Page 3)

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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Shall all we die? We shall die all. All die shall we? Die all we shall.

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A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.

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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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Now Go Away and Leave Me Alone

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Here I lie bereft of breath, because a cough carried me off; then a coffin they carried me off in.

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Exit Burbridge

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Soon ripe, Soon rotten, Soon gone, Not forgotten

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Here lie the remains of John Hall, grocer. The world is not worth a fig, and I have good raisins for saying so.

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Here lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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To the Green Memory of William Hawkings, Gardener: Planted Here With Love and Care By His Grieving Colleagues

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Here lies Gilles – Used no net, knew no fear, made mis-step, wound up here

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Beneath this stone a lump of clay, lies Uncle Peter Dan'els – who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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Don't worry, I'm merely catching up with sleep.

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RUSSELL J. LARSEN – Two things I love most, good horses and beautiful women, and when I die I hope they tan this old hide of mine, and make it into a ladies riding saddle, so I can rest in peace between the two things I love.

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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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THOMAS O. MURPHY – Sh-h-h.

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Here lies the body of Richard Thomas, an Englishman by birth, a Whig of '76 – a Cooper by trade, now food for worms. Like an old rum puncheon whose staves are all marked and numbered he will be raised and put together again by his Maker.

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Here lies the body of Miriam Wood, formerly wife to John Smith. A woman well beloved of all her neighbors for her care of small folks' education, their number being great, that when she died she scarcely left her mate: so wise discreet was her behaviours that she was well esteemed by neighbors. She lived in love with all to die so let her rest to eternitye.

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