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This corpse is Phebe Thorps.

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Here lies the body of John Smith. Buried in the cloisters. If he don't jump at the last trump, call, Oysters!

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Here lies the body of Robert Gordon, mouth almighty and teeth according. Stranger tread lightly on this wonder, if he opens his mouth you are gone to thunder.

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He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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Owen Moore, gone away. Owin' more, than he could pay

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He died in bed.

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The Yankees came South in droves and bands, To conquer our fair Southern lands. But this little plot, In this quiet spot, was all the land this damn Yankee got.

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Lie heavy on him, earth, for he laid many a heavy load on thee.

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Julia Newton – died of thin shoes, April 17th, 1839, age 19 years.

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Sacred to the memory of Henry Harris who died from a kick by a colt in his bowells. Peacable and quiet, a friend to his father and mother, respected by all who knew him, gone to the world where horses don’t kick, where sorrow and weeping are no more.

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To the memory of David Wall – Whose superior performance on the bassoon endeared him to an extensive musical acquaintance. His social life closed on the 4th Dec. 1796. in his 57th year.

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A man of letters it seems was he; the college made him L.L.D. The Order a P.G.W.C. Grim death has given him the G.B., and may his ashes R.I.P.

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

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Gone, but not forgiven

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Rebecca Freeland, 1741 – She drank good ale, good punch and wine, and lived to the age of 99.

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This debt I owe is justly due, and I am come to sleep with you.

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A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.

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See, I told you I was SICK!

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Here lies the body of Martha Dias, Who was always uneasy and not over pious, She liv'd to the age of threescore and ten, And gave that to the worms she refus'd to the men.

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Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

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Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down – it was.

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