Author: Epitaph Page 12

… He's done a-catching cod, and gone to meet his God.

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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Here lies a man named Zeke. Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek.

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John and Lydia, that blooming pair, a whale killed him and her body lies here.

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Death is a debt that’s justly due, that I have paid and so must you.

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Tears cannot restore her –– therefore I weep.

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I made an ash of myself

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Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton – She was a wife that never vexed one. – But I can't say as much for the one at the next stone.

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Samuel Gardner was blind in one eye and in a moment of confusion he stepped out of a receiving and discharging door in one of the warehouses into the ineffable glories of the celestial sphere.

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My father and mother were both insane – I inherited the terrible stain. – My grandfather, grandmother, aunts and uncles – Were lunatics all, and yet died of carbuncles.

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Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid, but died an old Mann…

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Under this stone Lies Billy Joe Bob Stealing chickens Was his last job

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Tom Smith is dead, and here he lies, nobody laughs and nobody cries; where his soul's gone, or how it fares, nobody knows, and nobody cares.

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William Newhall. He ‘rose in health at early dawn, to hail the new born year: before the evening shade came on, he finished his career.

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This is the grave of Mike O’Day, who died maintaining his right of way. His right was clear, his will was strong, but he’s just as dead as if he’d been wrong.

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This wasn’t my idea

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of wounds, but the other was drownded.

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Here lies the man Richard, and Mary his wife, whose surname was Prichard. They lived without strife, and the reason was plain. They abounded in riches, they had no care nor pain, and his wife wore the britches.

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Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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Here lies John Taggart, of honest fame, of stature low, and a leg lame; content he was with portion small, kept a shop in Wigtown, and that's all.

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Good friends for Jesus' sake forbear – To stir the dust enclosed here. – Blest be the man who spares these stones – And cursed be he who moves my bones.

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