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Peace to his hashes.

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Martha and I together lived – Just two years and a half; – She went first, and I followed after – the cow before the calf.

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Here lies Estella – Who transported a large fortune to heaven, in acts of charity, and has gone thither to enjoy it.

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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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James B. McCoy – Member Co. D 17th Iowa Inf. which mustered in 1165 men and mustered out 42. Participated in 19 battles and 3 sieges. Never Applied For A Pension.

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Toothless Nell (Alice Chambers) Killed 1876 in a Dance Hall brawl. Her last words: "Circumstances led me to this end."

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I told you so, you damned fools.

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Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Grimm. She was so very spare within, she burst the outward shell of sin and hatched herself a cherubim.

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He got a fish bone in his throat – And then he sang an angel's note.

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This stone was raised by Frieda's Lord, not Frieda's virtues to record, for they are known to all the town. This stone was raised to keep her down.

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Sacred To the Memory of LEWIS WICKS, who was killed on Thursday the 4, Oct. at 2 O'ck. P.M. by a waggon loaded with hay running over his brest. AD.1821 AE 56 years 3 mo. & 4 d's. who has left an affectionate Consort, and numerous friends to lament his loss.

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Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

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Snug

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Here lies Frank a shining light, whose name, life, actions all were white.

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This corpse is Phebe Thorps.

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Some have children, others none, Here lies the mother of twenty one.

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Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

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Here lies my twins as dead as nits, One died of fever the other of fits.

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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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.

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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.

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