Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1855-02-22
cvrRvOyJs EpITAPHs,


As we thread our way along the paths of
some " city of the dead" We seem to have
been transported to another sphere A lew
hours ago we were in the " city of the living"
and all was noise and confusion. Here is the
quiet and silince Of the grave. The mind and
the feelings are soothed by the change. and
the sympathies Of the heart are awakened, We
are open to good impressions. Hence it is
that it is almost impossible to wander among
tho last resting places Of the departed with
out being the better for it. We are carried
forward in thought to the time when We too
shall join
"Ihc innumeraole caravan, that moves,
To the pale realms Of shade"
We dwell ANONYMOUSLY upon the vanity Of
human life, tho nothingness Of all that earth
can give, and are ready to exclaim with the
poet
aWhat though we wade in wealth or soar in fame,
Earth's highest station ends in here he lies,
And dust to dust concludes her noblest song"
But to moralize was no part of our original
intention. As will DO. seen by referring to
our caption, we -desig to present the reader
with few " curious epitaphs' culled from va
rious sources. On another occasion we may
offer him series of a stamp more in harmony
with our PREDATORY remarks.
The majority OF the following, it may be
worth noticing were written or rather thrown
together just after the Reformation, when
everything was unsettled and religion and fan
atheism were synonymous. Here is an attempt
at the facetious -
Here lies john Duke of Marlborough,
Who the French through and through;
He married Sarah Jennings spinster,
Died at Windsor and was buried an Westminster
In St. BENEFITS, Pauls wharf London -
Here lies MOORE and more than he,
One MORE and MORE how that be
Who one more and no more may well lie here alone
But here lies oNR MeRH and that's thon one ~
In St. Mich@Ps Churchyard, Aberystwith,
is another to tho memory Of Davis Davies,
blacksmith -
"My sedgs and my hammer lay refined
My Bellows, too, have lost their wind,
My fire extinct, my Forge decayed
And In the dust my Vice Is laid!
My Coal is spent my Iron gone,
My nails are drove my work is done"
From Conwallon Churchyard, Cornwall.
1T may be read either backward or forward.)
"Shal we all die
We shall die all.
All die shall We
Die shall We ALL"
An Hibernian epitaph reads as follows -
Here lies John Hissy, whose father and mother were
drowned in 1.-THE, their PSs pass d isS hA%srsa
here" n
y In St. Michel's Churchyard, Crooked Lane,
London, is the following -
Here lieth, wrapped in clay,
The body Of William Wrayi
have no more TO say"
The following will be read with interest by
the advocates of the Maine Law. 1t is from
tomb in Telford Cnurchyard, Norfolk
my Grandfather lies buried here,
NV Cousin Jane and two Uncles dear
Ny Father persisted with inflammation y in the eyes,
nv Sister dropped down dead In the Minories
But the why Pm here inferred according 70 TO my
Is oweing to my good living and hard drnkg.
Therefore, good people, II you wish to live long,
Don't drink much wine brandy gn or anything strong
Here's an attempt at the ludicrous to the
memory of one Miles -
uThis tombstone is a milestone, hah, how sol
Because beneath lies Miles, who's miles below"
Here is another from the Emerald Isle
mysteriously calculated tosuppress all inquisi-
tiyeness as to the departed
'" "Here lies Pat Steel
gs That's very thrue-
Who was he what was he
What's thatto you'll
The following with which we must close our
present series, is copied from an old Church
yard st StanHlantwythe, Wales :---
aunder this stone lies Meredith Morgan,
who blew the bellows Of our Church organ,
Tobacco he hated, to smoke most unwilling,
Yet never so pleased as when pipes he was hlng.
No reflection on him for rude speech can be cast,
Though he made our old organ give many blast,
No pulIer was he though capital blower,
Ne could All double g. and now lies note lower"