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Amos Fortune ashes Beneath this stone blooming body of Robert bones Boston bred Brockton brother Christ Churchyard cough carried crinkle DAVID STUART dead dear devil cried died of late died the devil dodged dust e'er earth Elizabeth Erected Farewell Fate father and mother friends gone grave Grim death took Heaven Heaven's gate heavenly Holmes Hole hope hundred husband immortal inscription Isaac Greentree Jane Jesus Jim Shaw John Hill John Quebecca JOSIAH HAINES kingdom of Heaven Kittery laid last trump lies buried lies John lies my wife lies the body life's lived Lord lost at sea Martin Elmrod memory monument mortal NATHAN DAVIS ne'er peace pleased when sinners poor precentor QUAINT EPITAPHS Sacred Sexton sinner cease Smith soul stone Lies Stranger pause SUSAN BLAKE SUSAN DARLING SAFFORD thee Thomas Thomas Smith thou tomb tombstone tree Underneath whale widow Witherbee wives youth
Page 29 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Page 31 - 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 54 - Saragossa: Here lies John Quebecca, precentor to My Lord the King. When he is admitted to the choir of angels, whose society he will embellish, and where he will distinguish himself by his powers of song, God shall say to the angels, " Cease, ye calves ! and let me hear John Quebecca, the precenior of My Lord the King...
Page 51 - I've seen enough of thee And now am careless what thou say'st of me Thy smiles I court not nor thy frowns I fear My cares are past my head lies quiet here What faults you saw in me take care to shun And look at home enough there's to be done...
Page 20 - My sledge and hammer lie reclined, My bellows, too, have lost their wind; . My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, And in the dust my vice is laid. My coal is spent, my iron's gone, My nails are drove, my work is done ; My fire-dried corpse lies here at rest, And, smoke-like, soars up to be bless'd.
Page 38 - Here lies Jane Smith, wife of Thomas Smith, marble cutter. This monument was erected by her husband as a tribute to her memory and a specimen of his work. Monuments of the same style 350 dollars." "They gave Wellington a glorious funeral. It took six men to carry the beer.
Page 5 - Here lies John Higley, whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived, they would have been buried here.(!) Here lies the body of John Mound, Lost at sea and never found.