Author: Epitaph Page 6

Here lies Sir John Guise: No one laughs, no one cries: Where he's gone, and how he fares, No one knows, and no one cares.

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Here lies Kelly, we buried him today. He lived the life of Riley, when Riley was away!

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Here lies James Dunn – he raced for the crossing but the train won

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A victim of fast women and slow horses.

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Elizabeth Scott lies buried here, She was born Nov 20th 1785, according to the best of her recollection.

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Here lies the corpse of Doctor Chard, who fill'd half of this churchyard.

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Here lies the body of Samuel Crane – He ran a race with a passenger train. He got to the crossing and almost across. Sam and his car was a total loss. Sams spirit now tolls his knell. That Sam is on his way to well – If he only took time to stop look and listen, He'd be living now instead of missing

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"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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She tormented him until he dried up like a bundle of Straw.

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Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

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Tabitha wife of Moses Fledger Aged 55 – We shall miss thee, mother (Job printing neatly done.)

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I bowl'd, I struck, I caught, I stopp'd. Sure life's a game of cricket; I block'd with care, with caution popp'd, yet Death has hit my wicket.

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I lodged have in many a town and travelled many a year. Till age and death have brought me down, to my last lodging here.

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Mitchell – Well This Sucks

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Here lies the body of Richard Thomas, an Englishman by birth, a Whig of '76 – a Cooper by trade, now food for worms. Like an old rum puncheon whose staves are all marked and numbered he will be raised and put together again by his Maker.

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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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Rest In Peace Cousin Huet – We all know you didn't do it

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Agreeable to the memory of Mrs Alinda Tewksbury. She was not a beleiver [sic] in the Christian idolitry.

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Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim. We made the mistake, but the joke's on him.

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She was never meant to be understood, just loved.

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Tears cannot restore her –– therefore I weep.

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