Author: Epitaph

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

Here lies a man that was Knott born, His father was Knott before him, He lived Knott, and did Knott die, Yet underneath this stone doth lie.

Throughout his life he kneaded bread and deemed it quite a bore. But now six feet beneath earth's crust he needeth bread no more.

Sh-h-h

Here lies my poor wife, much lamented, She is happy and I am contented.

This corpse is Phebe Thorps.

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

Here lies the body of Jane Gordon. With mouth almighty and teeth accordin!

Here lies Donnie Cornwell, good and dead. In an extra large coffin to fit his extra large head.

Reader, I've left this world, in which I had a world to do; sweating and fretting to get rich: just such a fool as you.

Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast, poor Tom's mizzen topsail is laid to the mast; he'll never turn out, or more heave the lead; he's now all aback, nor will sails shoot ahead. He ever was brisk, and tho' now gone to wreck. When he hears the last whistle, he'll jump upon deck.

Buried here beneath this clay lies gardener John Arbothnaut Jay. Now in his simpeternal home, a constant source of high-grade loam.

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

Curiosity did not kill this cat.

Fear God, keep His Commandments, Don't attempt to climb up in a tree That's what caused the death of me!

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

Here lies a lewd Fellow, who, while he drew Breath, In the Midst of his Life was in Quest of his Death; Which he quickly obtain'd for it cost him his Life, For being in Bed with another Man's Wife.

This stone was raised to Sarah Ford, not Sarah's virtues to record, for they're well known to all the town. No Lord; it was raised to keep her down.

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.