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. 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.

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A blacksmith's epitaph composed by himself