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Here lies the darling of his time – Mitchel expired in his prime. – Who four years short of forty seven – Was found full ripe and plucked for Heaven.

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A thousand ways cut short our days, none are exempt from death. A honey-bee by stinging me did stop my mortal breath.

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Stop, reader, pray and read my gate. What caused my life to terminate. For thieves by night when in my bed Broke in my house and shot me dead.

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Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them

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He was a man of invention great – Above all who he lived nigh; – But he could not invent to live – When God called him to die.

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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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I'm in on a plot.

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This world is a prison in every respect, whose walls are the heavens in common; the jailor is sin, and the prisoners men; and the fetters are nothing but women.

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This is to the memory of Ellen Hill, a woman who would always have her will. She snubbed her husband but she made good bread. Yet on the whole he’s rather glad she’s dead. She whipped her children and she drank her gin, whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in. May all such women go to some great fold, where they through all eternity may scold.

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Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

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This man when alive was a slave, but behold such is fate, having died he is equal in power, to Darius the Great.

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Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Near Whose mouth it stretched from ear to ear. Tread softly, stranger, o'er this wonder, For if he yawns, you're gone, by thunder.

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Charlie was a chemist, but Charlie is no more. What Charlie thought was H20 was H2SO4.

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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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Office upstairs.

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Here lies Ned. There is nothing more to be said, because we like to speak well of the dead. I came into this world without my consent, and left in the same manner.

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Peter Letig was his name, Heaven I hope his station, Baltimore was his dwelling place and Christ is his salvation.

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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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Listen, Mother, Aunt and me, were killed, here we be. We should not had time to missle had they blown the engine whistle.

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Within this grave do lie. Back to back my wife and I. When the last trump the air shall fill, if she gets up I’ll just lie still.

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