Subject: Epitaphs (Page 3)

He had sand in his craw, But was slow on the draw, So we planted him ‘neath the daisies.

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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well at night, and died in the morning.

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She loved me and my grandchildren reverenced her. She bathed my feet and kept my socks well darned.

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A bird, a man, a loaded gun. No bird, dead man, thy will be done.

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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

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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

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Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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William Newhall. He ‘rose in health at early dawn, to hail the new born year: before the evening shade came on, he finished his career.

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It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

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Beneath this grassy Mound now rests One Edgar Oscar Earl, Who to another Hunter looked Exactly like a squirrel.

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This we must own in justice to her shade, `Tis the first bad exit Oldfield ever made.

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This is all that remains of poor Ben Hough. He had forty-nine years and that was enough. Of worldly goods he had his share, And now he's gone to the Devil's snare.

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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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Here lies my wife a sad slatterned shrew. If I said I regretted her, I should lie too.

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Here lies Johnny Cole. Who died upon my soul after eating a plentiful dinner. While chewing his crust he was turned into dust with his crimes undigested – poor sinner.

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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 Bob Master. Faith! t’was very hard to take away an honest Robin’s breath. Yes, surely Robin was full well prepared, for he was always looking out for death.

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Rebecca Freeland, 1741 – She drank good ale, good punch and wine, and lived to the age of 99.

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Here lies the body of Johnny Haskell, A lying, thieving, cheating rascal; He always lied, and now he lies, He has no soul and cannot rise.

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