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Pause here and think you learned prig,
This man was once an Indian big.
Consider this, ye lowly one,
This man was once a big in--jun.
Now he lies here, you too must rot,
As sure as pig shall go to pot.
In the same churchyard.
Here Betsy Brown her body lies.
Her soul is flying in the skies.
While here on earth she oftimes spun
Six hundred skeins from sun to sun,
And wove one day, her daughter brags,
Two hundred pounds of carpet rags.
EASTPORT.
"Transplanted"
KITTERY--1803.
I lost my life in the raging seas
A sovereign God does as he please.
The Kittery friends did then appear,
And my remains they buried here.
We can but mourn our loss,
Though wretched was his life.
Death took him from the cross,
Erected by his wife.
BATH.
Our life is but a Winter's day.
Some breakfast and away.
Others to dinner stay and are well fed.
The oldest sups and goes to bed.
Large is his debt who lingers out the day,
Who goes the soonest has the least to pay.
John Phillips.
Accidentally shot as a mark of affection by his brother.
After life's fever, I sleep well.
NEW HAMPSHIRE.
HOLLIS.
Here the old man lies
No one laughs and no one cries
Where he's gone or how he fares
No one knows and no one cares.
But his brother James and his wife Emeline
They were his friends all the time.
Here lies our young and blooming daughter--
Murdered by the cruel and relentless Henry.
When coming home from school he met her,
And with a six self shooter, shot her.
Here lies Cynthia, Stevens' wife
She lived six years in calms and strife.
Death came at last and set her free.
I was glad and so was she.
In youth he was a scholar bright.
In learning he took great delight.
He was a major's only son.
It was by love he was undone.
Here lies old Caleb Ham,
By trade a bum.
When he died the devil cried,
Come, Caleb, come.
PEAK CEMETERY.
Thomas Culbert.
The voice of a stepfather beneath this
Stone is to rest one, shamefully robbed
In life by his wife's son, and Esq Tom
And David Learys wife
(The above is a verbatim copy.)
GUILFORD.
Josiah Haines.
He was a blessin
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