Subject: Epitaphs (Page 20)

All you that please these lines to read, it will cause a tender heart to bleed, I murdered was up on the fell, and by the man I knew full well; by bread & butter which he'd laid, I, being harmless, was betray'd. I hope he will rewarded be, that laid the poison there for me.

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Here lies the body of Richard Hind, – Who was neither ingenious, sober, nor kind.

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That is all

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Was suddenly killed at early dawn, July 4th, 1842, by the explosion of a small canon, aged 15 years

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A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.

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Dear Sister, Here lies the body of Mary Ford. We hope her soul is with the Lord But if for hell she's changed this life, better live there than as J. Ford's wife.

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I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

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Hooray my brave boys let's rejoice at his fall. For if he had lived he would have buried us all.

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of wounds, but the other was drownded.

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Since all that's mortal turns to dust, Reader! be humble and be just; 'Twill ease thy mind of anxious care, and sooth thy passage — God knows where!

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She always said her feet were killing her – but nobody believed her.

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I plant these shrubs upon your grave dear wife. That something on this spot may boast of life. Shrubs must wither and all earth must rot. Shrubs may revive, but you thank heaven will not.

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He never won immortal fame, nor conquered earthly ills, but men weep for him all the same, he always paid his bills.

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“I’m just resting my eyes”

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Here lies Matthew Mudd, Death did him no hurt; when alive he was Mudd, but now he's only dirt

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of his wounds but the other was drownded.

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Shot in the back by a dirty rat

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He called Bill Smith a liar

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Here lieth the body of my lovely dear wife Anne, who plays the poker machines whenever she can.

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Here lies Frank a shining light, whose name, life, actions all were white.

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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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