Subject: Epitaphs (Page 6)

Rest In Peace Cousin Huet – We all know you didn't do it

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Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

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I was Carolina Born – and Carolina bred – and here I lay – Carolina dead!

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This tombstone is a milestone – Hah! how so? – Because beneath lies Miles – Who's Miles below; – A little man he was, a dwarf in size, – But now stretch’d out, at least Miles long he lies. – His grave though small, contains a space so wide, – It has Miles in breadth, and Miles in length beside.

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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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Gone Underground For Good

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent In his last cosy tenement.

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Shot in the back by a dirty rat

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

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Here lies my wife in earthy mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! wake her not, for now she’s still; she had, but now I have my will.

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Here lieth father Sparges, who died to save charges.

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He died in bed.

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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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Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down – it was.

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This wasn’t my idea

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Here lies Matthew Mudd, Death did him no hurt; when alive he was Mudd, but now he's only dirt

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Sacred to Wm Collis boat-steerer of the ship St George of New Bedford, who by the will of Almighty God was killed by a whale off this Island

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An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

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Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor who purged but didn't call the doctor: she couldn't stay, she had to go praise God from whom all blessings flow.

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In memory of Richard Fothergill, who met vierlent death near this spot 18 hundred and 40 too. He was shot by his own pistill. It was not one of the new kind; but an old fashioned brass barrell. Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.

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Accidentally shot as a mark of affection by his brother. After life's fever, I sleep well.

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