Subject: Epitaphs (Page 5)

To follow you I am not content, How do I know Which way you went.

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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Here lies Bryan Wilkinson – The doc said he'd be 'alright,’ Guess doc was all wrong

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He lived one hundred and five. Sanguine and strong. A hundred to five, you live not so long.

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Hedemark (1949-2001) – See You Soon

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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.

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She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

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See, I told you I was SICK!

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The milk of human kindness was Vny own dear cherub wife – I'll never find another one as good in all my life. – She bloomed, she blossomed, she decayed. – And under this tree her body we laid.

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Alass Frend Joseph, His End was Almost Sudden, as thou the mandate came express from heaven his foot it slip and he did fall help, help he cries & that was all.

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Constant Craps 1913-1977

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Here lies the body of Mary Ann Lowder. She burst while drinking a Seidlitz powder. Called from this world to her heavenly rest, she should have waited till it effervesced.

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Cold is my bed, but oh, I love it, – for colder are my friends above it.

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Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

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That is all

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Sweet Leota Beloved by All In Regions Beyond Now But Having a Ball

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His virtues and his pills are so well known, that envy can’t confine them under stone.

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He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

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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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Beneath this smooth stone by the bone of his bone – Sleeps Master John Gill; – By lies when alive this attorney did thrive, – And now that he's dead he lies still.

Epitaphs Lawyers Lies

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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