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gone,?My nails are drove--my work is done.
BROCKTON.
Indulgent world I bid adieu.?Farewell, dear friends, farewell to you.?No more kindness can I show,?To any creature here below.?I am invited to my tomb,?To sleep awhile till Jesus come.
WAYLAND.
Here lies the body of Dr Hayward,?A man who never voted.?Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.
CHELSEA.
Agreeable to the memory of?Mrs Alinda Tewksbury.
She was not a beleiver in the Christian idolitry.
EAST WAREHAM.
Erected by the creditors of a bachelor Irishman.
Hibernia's son himself exiled,?Without an inmate, wife or child,
He lived alone.?And when he died, his purse, though small,?Contained enough to pay us all,
And buy this stone.
Rebecca Nourse?Yarmouth Eng 1621?Salem Mass 1692
Accused of witchcraft she declared "I am innocent and God will clear my innocency." Once acquitted yet falsely condemned she suffered death July 19th, 1692.
O Christian Martyr who for truth could die,?When all about thee owned the hideous lie?The world redeemed from superstition's sway,?Is breathing freer for thy sake to-day.
CONNECTICUT.
NEW HAVEN.
Composed by the deceased.
Partridge Thacher.
Rest here, my body, till the Archangel's voice more sonorous far than nine fold thunder, wakes the sleeping dead; then rise to thy just sphere and be my house immortal.
On a babe four days old.
Since I so very soon was done for?I wonder what I was begun for.
Here lies the body of Obadiah Wilkinson
And Ruth, his wife.?Their warfare is accomplished.
Franklin White.
Here lies Frank a shining light?Whose name, life, actions all were white.
Reader pass on. Don't waste your time?On bad biography and bitter rhyme.?For what I am this crumbling clay assures,?And what I was is no affair of yours.
God works a wonder now and then,?He though a lawyer was an honest man.
Dr. Somerby.
At length a grave spots for him provided,?Where all through him so many of us died did.
Early, bright, chaste as morning dew,?She sparkled, was exalted and went to heaven.
NORFOLK.
Lieut. Nathan Davis.?Died in 1781.
Death is a debt that's justly due,?That I have paid and so must you.
Elizabeth, wife of Nathan Davis.?Died 1786.
This debt I owe is justly due,?And I am come to sleep with you.
NEW YORK.
SKANEATELES.
Underneath this pile of stones?Lie's all thats left of Sally Jones.?Her name was Lord it was not Jones.?But Jones was used to ryme with stones.
Mary Drummond Smith.
Neuralgia worked on Mrs. Smith?'Till neath the sod it laid her.?She was a worthy Methodist?And served as a crusader.
WYOMING COUNTY.
She was in health at 11.30 A. M.?And left for Heaven at 3.30 P. M.
EAST THOMPSON.
Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superstitious God, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale.
NEW YORK CITY.
Trinity Churchyard.?1767.
Tho' Boreas' blasts and boisterous waves?Have tossed me to and fro,?In spite of both by God's decree?I harbor here below;?Where I do now at anchor ride?With many of our fleet,?Yet once again I must set sail,?My Admiral Christ to meet.
Alden White.
Grim death took me without any warning,?I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.
Madeline White.
God takes the good too good on earth to stay,?God leaves the bad too bad to take away.
Sarah Thomas is dead and that's enough?The candle is out and so is the snuff?Her soul is in Heaven you need not fear?And all that's left is buried here.
ITHACA.
The pale consumption gave the mortal blow.?The fate was certain although the event was slow.
While on earth my knee was lame,?I had to nurse and heed it.?But now I'm at a better place,?Where I don't even need it.
Her blooming cheeks were no defence?Against the scarlet fever.?In five day's time she was cut down,?To dwell with Christ forever.
Moses White.
His grand excellence was that he was genuine.
Father and Mother and I?Choose to be buried asunder.?Father and Mother here,?And I buried yonder.
Julia King.
I go to meet my brother.
John Dale?and his two wives.
A period's come to all their toilsome lives,?The good man's quiet--still are both his wives.
GREENWOOD.
Grieve not for me my Harriet dear?For I am better off,?You know what were my sufferings?And what a dreadful cough.
David Stuart
A loving father and companion,?Follow me as I have--Jesus.
ORANGE COUNTY.
Underneath this stone doeth lie?As much virtue as could die;?Which when alive did vigor give?To as much of beauty as could live.
Amos Judge?(Coal dealer.)
He gave full weight to all t'is said?And did it without vaunting;?When in the ballance he is weighed?He will not be found wanting.
William Newhall.
He 'rose in health at early dawn?To hail the new born year:?Before the evening shade came on?He finished his career.
He was a man of invention great?Above all who he lived nigh;?But he could not invent to live?When God called him to die.
A thousand ways cut short our days,?None are exempt from death.?A honey-bee by stinging me?Did stop my mortal breath.
He got a fish bone in his throat?And then he sang an angel's note.
Here lies a kind and loving wife,?A tender nursing mother;?A neighbor free from brawl and strife,?A pattern for all others.
To the memory of?Susan Mum.
Silence is wisdom.
This corpse?is?Phebe Thorps.
Neal Keven.
His accounts were found square to a cent.
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