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Quaint Epitaphs

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Book Excerpt: 
. . .Naught was she e'er known to do
That her husband told her to.



Here lies the wife of brother Thomas,
Whom tyrant death has torn from us,
Her husband never shed a tear,
Until his wife was buried here.
And then he made a fearful rout,
For fear she might find her way out.



He first departed, she a little tried to live without him. Liked it not and died.



His illness lay not in one part
But o'er his frame it spread.
The fatal disease was in his heart
And water in his head.



In memory of Elizabeth Taylor.

Could blooming years and modesty and all thats pleasing to the eye,
Against grim death been a defence,
Elizabeth had not gone hence.



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Community Reviews

I've always loved a good stomp through old graveyards, trying to decipher the faded epitaphs covered with moss. So this little book was right up my alley. It's not long, (you can read it in about 30 minutes) but I enjoyed it. Some of the epitaphs are funny, some are poignant. I'll share with you my

The compiler, writing in 1895, swore that the epitaphs in this collection were authentic but it's hard not to be doubtful. They're almost too good to be true, which is a polite way of saying that I laughed myself sick. What New England epitaph writers lacked in sophistication and poetic ability (cf.