Quaint Epitaphs Part 3

Ma.s.sACHUSETTS.

MALDEN.

Phebe Sprague.

In the sixteenth year of her age, Natively quick and spry As all young people be, When G.o.d commands them down to dust, How quick they drop you see.

MELROSE.

When I am dead and in my grave And all my bones are rotten, If this you see, remember me, Nor let me be forgotton.

WENDELL.

Mary Hardy Goss Hill Sawin.

Orphan of affection and grief, adopted by aunt and grandsire, nurse of their hospital home.

Wife and widow of Dea John Hills.

Happy wife in rural home of Thomas Sawin eight years.

Often prisinor of calamity and pain.

Exhile of inherited melancholy fifteen years.

Patient waiter on decay and death.

Lover of all who love Jesus.

Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor Who lived and died without a doctor.

Under these stones lies three children dear; Two are burried at Taunton and I lie here.

BROMFIELD.

In memory of Stephen Pynchon.

One truth is certain when this life is o'er, Man dies to live and lives to die no more.

MARSHFIELD.

Julia Webster Appleton.

"Let me go for the day breaketh."

MT. AUBURN.

"An eclipse at meridian."

Here lies one John Witherbee, A Boston gallant chap was he.

G.o.d had no use for such as he, The devil rejected Witherbee.

Here lies a man beneath this sod, Who slandered all except his G.o.d, And him he would have slandered too, But that his G.o.d he never knew.

PLYMOUTH.

Here lies the body of Thomas Vernon, The only surviving son of Admiral Vernon.

Here lies the bones of Richard Lawton Whose death alas! was strangely brought on.

Trying his corns one day to mow off.

His razor slipped and cut his toe off.

His toe or rather what it grew to, An inflimation quickly flew to.

Which took alas! to mortifying And was the cause of Richards dying.

HARVARD.

Dea Lemuel Willard Died in 1821

When present useful, absent wanted Lived respected, died lamented.

Bishop Jewel

He wrote learnedly, preached painfully, lived piously, died peacefully.

John Safford.

Crushed as a moth beneath Thy hands We moulder back to dust.

Our feeble frames cannot withstand And all our beauty's lost.

This mortal life decays apace How soon the bubble's broke.

Adam and all his numerous race Are vanity and smoke.