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Pray for me, old Thomas DunnBut if you don't, tis all one.
Pray for me, old Thomas DunnBut if you don't, tis all one.
Pray for me, old Thomas DunnBut if you don't, tis all one.
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To the memory of Thomas Hause:
"Lord, thy grace is free,—why not for me?"
This man dying greatly in debt, one of his creditors wrote underneath:
And the Lord answered and said,—"Because thy debts aint paid!"
And the Lord answered and said,—"Because thy debts aint paid!"
And the Lord answered and said,—"Because thy debts aint paid!"
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Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast,Physic their cobblers, and Death their last.
Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast,Physic their cobblers, and Death their last.
Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast,Physic their cobblers, and Death their last.
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Who lies here?—Who do you think?'Tis poor Will Gibson—give him a drink.Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why,When he was living, he always was dry.
Who lies here?—Who do you think?'Tis poor Will Gibson—give him a drink.Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why,When he was living, he always was dry.
Who lies here?—Who do you think?'Tis poor Will Gibson—give him a drink.Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why,When he was living, he always was dry.
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Old Vicar Sutor lieth hereWho had a Mouth from ear to ear,Reader tread lightly on the sod,For if he gapes, you're gone by G—.
Old Vicar Sutor lieth hereWho had a Mouth from ear to ear,Reader tread lightly on the sod,For if he gapes, you're gone by G—.
Old Vicar Sutor lieth hereWho had a Mouth from ear to ear,Reader tread lightly on the sod,For if he gapes, you're gone by G—.
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On John Phillips:
Accidentally shot as a mark of affection by his brother.
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The little hero that lies hereWas conquered by the diarrhœa.
The little hero that lies hereWas conquered by the diarrhœa.
The little hero that lies hereWas conquered by the diarrhœa.
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My wife lies here,All my tears cannot bring her back;Therefore, I weep.
My wife lies here,All my tears cannot bring her back;Therefore, I weep.
My wife lies here,All my tears cannot bring her back;Therefore, I weep.
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Died when young and full of promiseOf whooping cough our Thomas.
Died when young and full of promiseOf whooping cough our Thomas.
Died when young and full of promiseOf whooping cough our Thomas.
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A rum cough carried him off.
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Grim death took little Jerry,The son of Joseph and Sereno Howells,Seven days he wrestled with the dysenteryAnd then he perished in his little bowels
Grim death took little Jerry,The son of Joseph and Sereno Howells,Seven days he wrestled with the dysenteryAnd then he perished in his little bowels
Grim death took little Jerry,The son of Joseph and Sereno Howells,Seven days he wrestled with the dysenteryAnd then he perished in his little bowels
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On a tombstone in Grafton, Vt.:
Gone home below.
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Here lies Bernard Lightfoot who was accidentally killed in his forty fifth year.Erected by his grateful family.
Here lies Bernard Lightfoot who was accidentally killed in his forty fifth year.
Erected by his grateful family.
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In a churchyard near Boston, Mass.:
Of pneumonia supervening consumption complicated with other diseases, the main symptoms of which was insanity.
Of pneumonia supervening consumption complicated with other diseases, the main symptoms of which was insanity.
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In Nova Scotia:
Here lies old twenty five per cent.The more he had the more he lent.The more he had the more he craved,Great God, can this poor soul be saved.
Here lies old twenty five per cent.The more he had the more he lent.The more he had the more he craved,Great God, can this poor soul be saved.
Here lies old twenty five per cent.The more he had the more he lent.The more he had the more he craved,Great God, can this poor soul be saved.
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A bird, a man, a loaded gun,No bird, dead man, thy will be done.
A bird, a man, a loaded gun,No bird, dead man, thy will be done.
A bird, a man, a loaded gun,No bird, dead man, thy will be done.
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In a New York churchyard:
We shall miss thee, mother.(Job printing neatly done.)
We shall miss thee, mother.(Job printing neatly done.)
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At East Thompson, N. Y.:
Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superstitious God, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale
Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superstitious God, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale
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Alpha White, weight 300 pounds.Open wide ye golden gatesThat lead to the heavenly shore,Our father suffered in passing throughAnd mother weighs much more
Alpha White, weight 300 pounds.Open wide ye golden gatesThat lead to the heavenly shore,Our father suffered in passing throughAnd mother weighs much more
Alpha White, weight 300 pounds.Open wide ye golden gatesThat lead to the heavenly shore,Our father suffered in passing throughAnd mother weighs much more
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He's done a catching codAnd gone to meet his God.
He's done a catching codAnd gone to meet his God.
He's done a catching codAnd gone to meet his God.
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He got a fish bone in his throatAnd then he sang an angels note
He got a fish bone in his throatAnd then he sang an angels note
He got a fish bone in his throatAnd then he sang an angels note
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Here lies Jane Smith,Wife of Thomas Smith, Marble CutterThis monument was erected by herhusband as a tribute to her memoryand a specimen of his work.Monuments of this same style aretwo hundred and fifty dollars.
Here lies Jane Smith,Wife of Thomas Smith, Marble CutterThis monument was erected by herhusband as a tribute to her memoryand a specimen of his work.Monuments of this same style aretwo hundred and fifty dollars.
Here lies Jane Smith,Wife of Thomas Smith, Marble CutterThis monument was erected by herhusband as a tribute to her memoryand a specimen of his work.Monuments of this same style aretwo hundred and fifty dollars.
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Here lies Dodge, who dodged all goodAnd dodged a deal of evil.But after dodging all he couldHe could not dodge the devil.
Here lies Dodge, who dodged all goodAnd dodged a deal of evil.But after dodging all he couldHe could not dodge the devil.
Here lies Dodge, who dodged all goodAnd dodged a deal of evil.But after dodging all he couldHe could not dodge the devil.
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Sacred to twins Charlie and VarlieSons of loving parents who diedin infancy.
Sacred to twins Charlie and VarlieSons of loving parents who diedin infancy.
Sacred to twins Charlie and VarlieSons of loving parents who diedin infancy.
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Deeply regretted by all who never knew him.
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Transcriber's Note:
There are 18 blank pages at the end of the book with the header
Supplementary Epitaphs.Blank pages for the convenience of collectors.
Supplementary Epitaphs.Blank pages for the convenience of collectors.
Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible.