Author: Epitaph Page 23

Here lies the body of Jonathan Ground, who was lost at sea and never found.

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

Here lies Gilles. He used no net, Knew no fear. He made a misstep And wound up here

An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

Here lies Lord Coningsby – be civil, the rest God knows – so does the Devil.

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.

Ma Dyed [sic]

Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

Ebenezer Dockwood aged forty seven. A miser and a hypocrite and never went to Heaven.

Reader pass on and ne'er waste your time, On bad biography and bitter rhyme. For what I am this cumb'rous clay insures, And what I was, is no affair of yours.

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

This is the last long resting place, Of Aunt Jemima Jones, Her soul ascended into space, Amidst our tears and groans, She was not pleasing to the eye, Nor had she any brain, And when she talked twas through her nose, Which gave her friends much pain, But still we feel that she was worth, The money that was spent, upon the coffin, hearse and stone (The funeral plumes were lent).

He was a simple man who died of complications.

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.

"May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead"

For a good time, dig.

One Errant Female Has Fun – The Ornament of Her Generation – Beautiful. Witty. Brilliant. Talented. Elegant. Charming. Frugal and Modest. – Erected By Herself

… But the reason why I am here interred according to my thinking, – Is owing to my good living and hard drinking, – If therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long – Don't drink to much wine, brandy, gin, or any thing strong.

I Dionysius underneath this tomb – Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. – Ne'er having married, think it sad, – And I wish my father never had.

18 years a maiden, 1 year a wife, 1 day a mother, then I lost my life.

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