Subject: Epitaphs (Page 30)

I will NOT be right back after this message.

I knew if I waited around long enough something like this would happen.

(1856 – 1950) Irish playwright & socialist

The man buried here literally, went to the four winds

Here lies old Caleb Ham, by trade a bum. When de died the devil cried, Come, Caleb, come.

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.

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

Beneath this silent tomb is laid, a noisy antiquated maid, who from her cradle talked till death, and ne'er before was out of breath.

A peerless matron, pride of female life In every state, as widow, maid, or wife; who wedded, to threescore preserved her fame. She lived a phoenix, and expired in flame.

He looked for gold and died of lead poison

Here lies the bones of David Jones, Laid both dead and dumb. He read a law and plead a cause But died from drinking rum.