Subject: Epitaphs (Page 30)

Sacred to the memory of My husband John Barnes Who died January 3, 1803. His comely young widow, aged 23, has many qualifications of a good wife, and yearns to be comforted.

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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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Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

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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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Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superstitious God, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale.

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Here lies one Wood enclosed in wood. One Wood within another. The outer wood Is very good: we cannot praise the other.

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I've finally stopped getting dumber.

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Louise. – The Unfortunate.

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He Never Killed a Man That Did Not Need Killing

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Elizabeth McFadden, wife of David P. Read. Died Feb. 28, 1859, in her 47th year. She never done a thing to displeas her husband.

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