Subject: Epitaphs (Page 8)

OOPS!, he died – Love from us your father, Tom jr. and Mary

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Behold! I come as a thief. – Death loves a shining mark. – In this case he had it.

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He was young – He was fair – But the Injuns – Raised his hair

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Ground, who was lost at sea and never found.

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John Palfryman who is buried here, was aged four and twenty years. And near this place his Mother lies, likewise his father when he dies.

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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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I started out in life with the idea, that the world had an opening for me. And it did.

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Excuse Me

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Ope'd my eyes took a peep. Didn't like it went back to sleep.

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Here lies William Green, who died in Manchester, Sept. 18, 18__. Had he lived, he would have been buried here.

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At last, a year-round resident

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A Finished Artist

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

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On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders: Here lies my husbands 1 – 2 – 3. As still as men could ever be. As for the fourth: Praise be to God He still abides above the sod: Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names and to make things tidy I'll add his – James.

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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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Poor Betty Conway, she drank lemonade at a masquerade, So now she's dead and gone away.

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This is all that remains of poor Ben Hough. He had forty-nine years and that was enough. Of worldly goods he had his share, And now he's gone to the Devil's snare.

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Never born, Never died: visited the planet earth between December 11, 1931 and, January 19, 1990.

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Gone home below.

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

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

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