Subject: Epitaphs (Page 4)

The manner of her death was thus; She was druv over by a Bus.

At last I get top billing.

Here lies George Johnson, He was right, We was wrong, But we strung him up, And now he's gone

Here lies Lord Coningsby – be civil, the rest God knows – so does the Devil.

Jonathan Grober died dead sober. Lord thy wonders never cease.

A rum cough carried him off.

Ebenezer Dockwood aged forty seven. A miser and a hypocrite and never went to Heaven.

He got a fish-bone in his throat and then he sang an angel's note.

I've finally stopped getting dumber.

He was a simple man who died of complications.

Close behind this stone Here lies alone Captain Reynolds Marvin Expecting his wife When ends her life. And we both are freed from sarvin',

… But the reason why I am here interred according to my thinking, – Is owing to my good living and hard drinking, – If therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long – Don't drink to much wine, brandy, gin, or any thing strong.

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.

Beneath this stone our baby lies, it neither cries nor hollers, It lived but one and twenty days, and cost us forty dollars.

There once was a man named Don, who fell asleep out on his lawn. They thought he was pretending to be dead, then a tombstone fell on his head. And now Don is long gone.

Well this was fun, let's dit again sometime.

Tabitha wife of Moses Fledger Aged 55 – We shall miss thee, mother (Job printing neatly done.)

Here lies the body of old Uncle David, who died in the hope of being saved. Where he's gone or how he fares, nobody knows and nobody cares.

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

Stephen and Time are now both even. Stephen beat Time and now Time's beat Stephen.

Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them