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Where did everybody go?

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Accidentally shot as a mark of affection by his brother. After life's fever, I sleep well.

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Beneath the stone, a lump of clay, lies the man called Peter Hannels, who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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Beneath this stone a lump of clay, lies Uncle Peter Dan'els – who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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Returned – Unopened

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Fhebe Sprague. – In the sixteenth year of her age, – Natively quick and spry – As all young people be, – When God commands them down to dust, – How quick they drop you see.

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THOMAS O. MURPHY – Sh-h-h.

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Here lies Donald and his wife Janett McPhee, aged 40 he and 30 she.

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Here I lie at the chancel door – And I lie here because I am poor; – For the farther in the more you pay, – But here I lie as warm as they.

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“I’m just resting my eyes”

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She was never meant to be understood, just loved.

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

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Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

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

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Here lies John Auricular, Who in the ways of the Lord walked perpendicular.

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No doctor ever physicked me, was never near my side. But when fever came I thought of the name, and that was enough – I died.

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Learn the living from the dead, how easy breaks life's tender thread

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Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast, poor Tom's mizzen topsail is laid to the mast; he'll never turn out, or more heave the lead; he's now all aback, nor will sails shoot ahead. He ever was brisk, and tho' now gone to wreck. When he hears the last whistle, he'll jump upon deck.

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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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Peace to his hashes.

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Here's to Johnny quite a guy. Very sad he had to die. All was well could not be better, Till he wrote my girl a letter.

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