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Here lies a man never beat by a plan, straight was his aim and sure of his game, never was a lover but invented a revolver.

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Here lies William Green, who died in Manchester, Sept. 18, 18__. Had he lived, he would have been buried here.

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Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

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On the whole I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

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Mr. Fish. Worms are bait for fish, but here's a sudden change, fish is bait for worms. Is not that passing strange?

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Here lies the body of Martha Dias, who was always uneasy, and not over pious; she lived to the age of three score and ten, and gave that to the worms she refused to the men.

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Exit Burbridge

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

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Here lies Bernard Lightfoot who was accidentally killed in his forty fifth year.

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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.

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Near by these grey rocks, enclosed in a box, lies hatter Cox who died of small pox.

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At last I get top billing.

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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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I’m A Writer But Then Nobody’s Perfect

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Here lies Bob Master. Faith! t’was very hard to take away an honest Robin’s breath. Yes, surely Robin was full well prepared, for he was always looking out for death.

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Here lies Martin Elmrod. Have mercy on my soul, good God, as I would do were I Lord God, and you were Martin Elmrod.

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Many a heart by sorrow pressed, doth envy me my peaceful rest

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Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

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Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

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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.

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