The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1874-12-05
some Curious Epitaps.
on A DRUMMER.

some Curious Eptap".
ON A DRUMMER
Tom Clark was drummer, who went to the
And was killed by bullet, and his soul sent for;
I'bcrc were no friends to mourn him, Tor his viz
tues were rare,
He iicd like a man like Christian bear
ARARE SPECIMEN.
Nv uifcy has left me- she has gone up on high,
She was thoughtful while dying, aud said Tom,
don't cry.
She was a great beauty, so every one knows,
With Hcbc.likc features and fine Roman nose;
She played the piany, and was learning ballad,
When she sickcncd and dic.dd from eating veal
salad
RIGHTLY NAMED.
Down in this chasm lies poor sinful crtter,
Her name was Poll Twist, and that name IL Just
fit her;
For in twisting her neck to swallow some to-day,
She twisted her breath right out Ol hcr uOoy.
Her bloated remains We hid under the sod,
But her rum.sottcd soul none could hldc from
its God
Mary Somers was with us but twenty short
years;
She departed this life mid torrent Of tears;
She was line musician, and played well on the
SO thought the angels who iloatcd by in the
dark:
They wanted harpst to join their good band,
So seized her and flew to a far better land.
AN ONLY CHILD.
Our departed little Sally
Lost her strength end could not rally
She pinned away, both night and day
And kicked the mortal coil away.
SENSITIVE TO THE LAST,
Aramarinta Taylor chow do we regret here
Departed this life for u state much better;
She was gentle and lovely and not over bold,
But her age is thing that remains untold,
She grew younger and younger As years passed
away
Then a cyphcr became when nought went to de-
cay,
The poor foolish creature hating to grow old,
Las gone now, praise God, where years are I'M.
told;
And there may she rcyel, venerable sage
with no one 10 bother Ecr by asking her age,
DEATH or CHILD.
It was spotted mcasels that killed oar daisy;
When | think of her death it makes me crazy;
don't see why We shold have 30 much trouble,
Willie Others 90 scot free and Of money have
double.
FRIGHrFUL SUBJECT
As death was sauntering idly by
lie spicd the apple OF my eye;
With cruel aim and no delay
IN her hearts core he put decay
md like the fruit upon the tree,
She dropped down dead in spite Of me,
10 celebrate her fall this day
raise a stone to Mary Grey.
4 Fatal BLOW.
This is the place where rests Timothy Morse,
Who slid out of life through lcl, from Il horse;
No four. legged beast caused this dreadful dis
astcr
Ba; two-lcggcd cu,s kicacd the life from his
master.
THE CNRCLY MEMBER
In the sacred spot my wife does lie,
She quit this world and went on high,
Her tongue waggcd so fast for thirty long years,
That she died from exhaustion, while dropped
tear.
oN PATRIOT.
Here lies u soldier, under thi, stone.
sop, paSScr hy, and hcavC a groan;
Groan, did say No. hurrah, for hc i happy,
wen,
Singing Hail Columbia Yankee Doodle, and God
save the Queen,
In ih, laad OF glory, where he has become by
his 'ime cherubim. Amen.
ACOuNTgY SCHOOL TEACHER
In this grave lies Mary Edwards, pretty school
marin,
Aho coaxed and battered all the bcaux but new
n did them any harm;
CIV vas ldNilul 'uN NIN ldNltN IlhC
the dew,
And her aye (cycusc me for telling it, wa. Just
.orlytwo.
on DRuNKARD
John Gray is dead his corpse lies below,
But where his soul is, Of course we don't know /
There were two paths to lakc-which he chose
Is the rub,
one led to glory, the other to Bcclzebub
His disease was strong drink; as this settled the
matter,
1t settled poor John, too--wc gucs. with the lat.
Ter.
KILLED ~ \ HORSE.
N1saiJm Charles Timothy Jones
once was alive but now here are his bones:
lie was thrown from his horse against an old
post,
Md was So badly smashed that he gave up the
ghost
sLANDEEER.
Here lie, an old dame with a daugcrou, tongue,
she sldndcred all her ncighbOr> and really
thought ID fun;
M got 70 au@ry one day when IN slanderous
That blood vessel btir,t and the bitter got bit.
Isis epiiaph was written by her victims in the
town,
Aud this heavy granite stone wao laid to keep
her body down.
yOoD FOR WORMS.
Aud now, dear friends, you'll see him not,
Tor here hc lies in this grave to rot,
rREcoCIoUs CHILD.
alas why should cry today
For one who could no longer stay:
Ny darling little Hannah,
This child could read aud write and spell,
Could say her" tables very well,
And play her mas pana,
GOD bless my little Hannah.
Who plays now on Heavens pianu.
MISS EDITHS PRACTICE.
Ugh, my stars [ Oh! pears like nrbcr
did see SUCH doings in all my born days
Aunt Dinah, Il pondcrous old colUred wo-