Author: Epitaph Page 7

Stephen and Time are now both even. Stephen beat Time and now Time's beat Stephen.

Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes, My fate a useful moral teaches; The hole in which my body lies Would not contain one half my speeches

Paul Lennis Swank – Here under the dung of cows and sheep, lies an old highclimber fast asleep. His trees all topped and his lines all hung. They say the old rascal died full of rum.

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, the planter of them, Isaac Greentree lies! A time shall come when these green trees shall fall, and Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

Underneath this ancient pew, lie the remains of Jonathan Blue; his name was Black, but that wouldn't do.

A Man.

… Here lies, returned to clay Miss Arabella Young, who on the eleventh day of May began to hold her tongue.

Listen, Mother, Aunt and me, were killed, here we be. We should not had time to missle had they blown the engine whistle.

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.

Near by these grey rocks, enclosed in a box, lies hatter Cox who died of small pox.

This tombstone is a milestone – Hah! how so? – Because beneath lies Miles – Who's Miles below; – A little man he was, a dwarf in size, – But now stretch’d out, at least Miles long he lies. – His grave though small, contains a space so wide, – It has Miles in breadth, and Miles in length beside.

Here lies the body of Jonathan Tilton, whose friends reduced him to a skeleton. They robbed him out of all he had And now rejoice that he is dead.

Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

He lived and died by suicide

Jonathan Grober died dead sober. Lord thy wonders never cease.

Goembel John E. – 1867–1946 – "The defense rests."

I’d rather be in Boston watching the Red Sox

The dame that rests beneath this tomb, had Rachel's beauty, Leah's fruitful womb, Abigail's wisdom, Lydia's faithful heart, Martha's just care, and Mary's better part.

Sacred to Wm Collis boat-steerer of the ship St George of New Bedford, who by the will of Almighty God was killed by a whale off this Island

Here lies interr'd a man o' micht, they ca'd him Malcolm Downie; he lost his life ae market night, by fa'ing aff his pownie. [pony] Aged 37 Years.

Good friends for Jesus' sake forbear – To stir the dust enclosed here. – Blest be the man who spares these stones – And cursed be he who moves my bones.