Subject: Epitaphs (Page 25)

John Rose, Died Jan. 27. 1810, aged 10 years. Dr Friends and companions all, pray warning take by me, don't venture on the ice too far, as `twas the death of me.

He heard the angels calling him, from the celestial shore. He flopped his wings and away he flew, to make one angel more.

Here lies the body of Robert Gordon, mouth almighty and teeth according. Stranger tread lightly on this wonder, if he opens his mouth you are gone to thunder.

He who dies with the most toys wins

See how God works his wonders now and then, here lies a lawyer, and an honest man.

Factory Reject

Weep not for me mother & brothers dear, It is God's wish that I am here. At my sweet age I swallowed a bone That sent me to a happy home.

John Summer – An English Teacher who Could not only Spell the word "Epitaph" correctly, But also knew what it means.

Here lies the body of Lady O'Looney, Grand-niece to Edmund Burke, Commonly called "the sublime." She was bland, passionate, and religious. Also, She painted in water-colors. Also, She sent several articles to the Exhibition.

Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

Thorp’s Corpse

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

Hedemark (1949-2001) – See You Soon

Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast, physic their cobblers, and Death their last.

Our life is but a summer's day: Some only breakfast, and away; Others to dinner stay, and are full fed; The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large his account who lingers out the day; Who goes the soonest, has the least to pay.

Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

Beneath the stone, a lump of clay, lies the man called Peter Hannels, who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

At last, a year-round resident

Toothless Nell (Alice Chambers) Killed 1876 in a Dance Hall brawl. Her last words: "Circumstances led me to this end."

The Lord saw good; I was lopping off wood, and down fell from the tree; I met with a check, and I broke my neck, and so Death lopped off me.

I would – rather be here – than in Texas.