Author: Epitaph Page 11

Reader if cash thou are – In want of any – dig 4 feet deep – And thou wilt find a Penny.

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Blown upward out of sight: he sought the leak by candlelight

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Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor, who lived and died without a doctor.

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Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

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

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Go away – I’m asleep.

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Jeffrey Bottom – His wife was constantly scolding and scoffing , so he sought for repose in a 12 coin coffin

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At rest beneath this slab of stone, lies stingy Jimmy Wyatt. He died one morning just at ten, and saved a dinner by it.

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He had sand in his craw, But was slow on the draw, So we planted him ‘neath the daisies.

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I would – rather be here – than in Texas.

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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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Ebenezer Dockwood aged forty seven. A miser and a hypocrite and never went to Heaven.

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Sacred to the memory of William Skaradon who came to his death by being shot with a Colts revolver, one of the old kind brass mounted and of such is the kingdom of heaven.

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She lived a life of virtue and died of the cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in hope of a blessed immortality.

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Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once and now I know it.

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Here lies within this tomb, so calm. Old Giles; pray sound his knell; who thought no song was like a psalm, no music like a knell.

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At last I get top billing.

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Paul Lennis Swank – Here under the dung of cows and sheep, lies an old highclimber fast asleep. His trees all topped and his lines all hung. They say the old rascal died full of rum.

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They were two living sisters, who in this dust do lie. The very day Annie was buried Elizabeth did die.

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Here lies the body of Mary Ann Lowder. She burst while drinking a Seidlitz powder. Called from this world to her heavenly rest, she should have waited till it effervesced.

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At last, a year-round resident

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