Author: Epitaph Page 12

Hi! – Stay high – Bye

My life’s been hard, and all things show it; I always thought so and now I know it.

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

Here Lies Jane Smith Wife of Thomas Smith Marble Cutter: This monument erected by her husband as a tribute to her memory and a specimen of his work. Monuments of this style are two hundred and fifty dollars.

Agreeable to the memory of Mrs Alinda Tewksbury. She was not a beleiver [sic] in the Christian idolitry.

Called Back.

Ruth and Johnny, Side by side, Went out for an auto ride, They hit a bump. Ruth hit a tree, And John kept going – Ruthlessly.

Here lies Lester Moore. Four slugs from a .44. No Les, no more.

Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

Let her RIP

Here I at length repose, My spirit now at aise is; With the tips of my toes And the point of my nose Turned up to the roots of the daisies.

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

He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

Here rests an old woman who always was tired, for she lived in a house where no help was hired; Her very last words were, “My friends I am goin*, to a land where there's nothin' of washin' or sewin', and everything there shall be just to ray wishes, for where they don't eat there's no washin' of dishes; the land with sweet anthems is constantly ringin', but having no voice I'll get clear of the singin'." She folded her hands, her latest endeavor, and whispered, "Oh nothin', sweet nothin forever."

Here lies (the Lord have mercy on her) One of Her Majesty's maids of honour: she was young, slender, and pretty; she died a maid — the more's the pity.

He heard the angels calling him, from the celestial shore. He flopped his wings and away he flew, to make one angel more.

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

These hillocks green and mouldering bones, these gloomy tombs and lettered stones. One admonition here supply: Reader! art thou prepared to die?

He looked for gold and died of lead poison

Due to lack of ground in this cemetery, two bodies are buried in this one plot. One of them was a politician, the other was an honest man.

He was literally a father to all the children of the parish.