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Quaint Epitaphs
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2019
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A whale killed him and her body lies here.
Chatham
.
There were three brothers went to sea
Who were never known to wrangle
Holmes Hole—cedar pole
Crinkle, crinkle crangle.
Three brothers started for Holmes Hole in an open boat for cedar poles, and on the passage were killed by lightning, represented by the crinkle, crinkle, crangle.
Time was I stood as thou doest now
And viewed the dead as thou doest me.
E'er long thou'l lie as low as I
And others stand to look on thee.
Norton
.
A blacksmith's epitaph composed by himself
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 iron spent, my coal is 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.
Chatham
.
There were three brothers went to sea
Who were never known to wrangle
Holmes Hole—cedar pole
Crinkle, crinkle crangle.
Three brothers started for Holmes Hole in an open boat for cedar poles, and on the passage were killed by lightning, represented by the crinkle, crinkle, crangle.
Time was I stood as thou doest now
And viewed the dead as thou doest me.
E'er long thou'l lie as low as I
And others stand to look on thee.
Norton
.
A blacksmith's epitaph composed by himself
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 iron spent, my coal is 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.
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