Author: Epitaph Page 18

Murdered by a traitor and coward whose name is not worthy to appear here

Go away – I’m asleep.

Once I wasn't – then I was. Now I ain't again.

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.

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 Mary Morgan. Like the morning dew she glistened, exhaled, and went to heaven.

I don’t want to talk about it now.

Posterity will ne'er survey – A nobler grave than this: – Here lies the bones of Castlereagh: – Stop, traveller, and piss.

Let her RIP

Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

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

She was first cousin to Lady Jones. – And of such is the kingdom of heaven. – Amen.

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

It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

The wedding-day appointed was, and wedding clothes provided, before the nuptial day, alas! He sickened and he die did.

Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor, who lived and died without a doctor.

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

Stop, reader, pray and read my gate. What caused my life to terminate. For thieves by night when in my bed Broke in my house and shot me dead.

That is all