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Epitaphs in Old Bridgewater, Massachusetts: Illustrated with Plans and Views ...
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Abiezer Abigail aged Alden Alger Allen April 14 Benjamin Bethia Betsey Caleb Cary Conant Daniel daugh daughter death died April died Aug died Dec died Feb died Jan died July ye died June died Mar died March ye died Nov died Oct died Sept dust Ebenezer Edson Eleazer Eliab Ephraim Erected in memory Ezra Fobes friends Gannett grave grave-yard Hannah Hasadiah Hayward Hooper Howard Huldah inscription Isaac James Keith John John Whitman Jonathan Jonathan Ames Joseph Josiah Josiah Snell June 14 Keziah Kingman Latham Leach Leonard lies buried lies the body Lieut lived Lucy Lydia March 17 March 31 Martha Mary Matfield river Memento Mori memory of Capt memory of Miss Mitchell Nathan Nathaniel Packard Perkins Pratt Sacred Samuel Sarah Seth Simeon Snell stone Susanna Thomas thou Washburn West Bridgewater Whitman widow William Willis yard ye 26th ye wife
Page 139 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 73 - And while the lamp holds out to burn The vilest sinner may return.
Page 169 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath. Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
Page 220 - This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake and find me there ! 3 O glorious hour!
Page 81 - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.
Page 123 - HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound! My ears attend the cry; " Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Page 170 - EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care ; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed And bade it blossom there.
Page 38 - Sacred to the Memory of Capt. Joseph Boardman who Departed this Life — September 23d AD 1796 in the 76th year of his age Behold my friend as you pass by As you are now, So once was I As I am now, So you must be Prepare for death & follow me.