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class="i0">As I am now so you must be,
Prepare for death and follow me.
OLIVER P. DONNALLY.
A son that has been ever kind
Has gone and left us all behind;
Cease to weep, my Mother dear,
For I am wrapped up and lying here.
Dear Oliver has gone to rest
In Heaven above with Angels blest;
A place is vacant at our hearts.
Which never can be filled.
Has gone and left us all behind;
Cease to weep, my Mother dear,
For I am wrapped up and lying here.
Dear Oliver has gone to rest
In Heaven above with Angels blest;
A place is vacant at our hearts.
Which never can be filled.
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From Banbury Churchyard:
To the memory of Ric. Richards, who by a Gangreen first lost a Toe, afterwards a Leg, and lastly his Life on the 7th day of April, 1656.
Ah! cruel Death, to make 3 Meals of one!
To taste and eat, and Eat 'till all was gone.
But know, thou Tyrant! when the Trump shall call,
He'll find his Feet, and stand when thou shalt fall.
To taste and eat, and Eat 'till all was gone.
But know, thou Tyrant! when the Trump shall call,
He'll find his Feet, and stand when thou shalt fall.
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The graveyard at Wigtown, Gallowayshire, Scotland, furnish the two following:
Here lies the corps of Andrew Cowan, of Croft Angry, who died June 6th, 1776, aged 70 years. And his son William lies beside him, who died the 21st February, 1778, aged 17 years.
And his son John of honest fame,
Of stature small and a leg lame;
Content he was with portion small,
Keeped shop in Wigtown, and that's all.
Died August 21st, 1779, aged 32 years.
Of stature small and a leg lame;
Content he was with portion small,
Keeped shop in Wigtown, and that's all.
Died August 21st, 1779, aged 32 years.
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In Plymouth old churchyard :
Here lies the body of
Thomas Vernon,
The only surviving son of
Admiral Vernon.
Thomas Vernon,
The only surviving son of
Admiral Vernon.
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In New Hampshire:
Here lies old Caleb Ham,
By trade a bum.
When Caleb dyed the Devil cryed:
"Come, Caleb, come."
By trade a bum.
When Caleb dyed the Devil cryed:
"Come, Caleb, come."
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Lord Brougham (for an orator):
Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes,
My fate a useful moral teaches;
The hole in which my body lies
Would not contain one half my speeches.
My fate a useful moral teaches;
The hole in which my body lies
Would not contain one half my speeches.
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On a bachelor:
At threescore winters' end I died,
A cheerless being, sole and sad;
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.
A cheerless being, sole and sad;
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.
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Here lies the body of Henry Round
Who went to sea and never was found.
Who went to sea and never was found.
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In Thetford Churchyard, Norfolk: