The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1894-06-16
But that which causes all my sighs,
Nv nension buried with him lies.

MY bellows too have LOST their Wlnu,
My fires extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my wise is laid.
My coal is spent, my fuels gone,
My nails are drove, my work is done.
My fire-dried corpse lies here at rest
My soul like smoke ascends to the blest.
The following epitaph is Scotch. 1t is
inscribed upon the pedestal Of the monh-
ment to Robert Trollop, once celebrated
architect and designer of some of the hand
some buildings in Newcastle-on-Tyne.
Upon the pedestal formerly stood statue
of the deceased, with his hand pointed to-
wards the Exchange Building, which is
opposite the cemetery
Here lies Robert Trollop,
Who made yon stones roll UP,
When death took his soul up,
His body filed this hole up.
The following is also copied from an old
Scotch tomb
Here lies the body of Observation-Disclosures,
Who was very extraordinary person;
He was two yards high in his stocking feet,
And kept his accoutrements clean and neat.
He was slewn
At the battle of Waterloo.
He was shot by bullet
Plumb through his gullet.
1t went in at his throat
And came out at the back of his coat:
Here is one on an undertaker-let them
read
Subdued by death, here deaths great
herald lies,
And adds a trophy to his victories;
But sure he was prepared, who while he
breathed,
Made it his business still to look for death.
This one comes from Germany:
Here lies the body Of Peter Grace,
Who died from eating Sweitzer kase.
He finished six platters, and commenced
upon seven,
And exploded-of such is the kingdom of
heaven.
In Belfast, Ireland, may be seen the
following;
Here lies the body of Thomas Pound,
Who went to sea and never was found;
His people imagine he must have been
drown.
The following epitaph upon tombstone
in the chuchyard of Glostonberry, Conn,
has occasioned many smile from those
who have read the same:
Here lies one whose life's threads cut
asunder;
She was struck dead by clap of thunder.
In June, 1913, the individual alluded
to in the above inscription was standing
before the wide, old-fashioned fireplace
during a thunder storm, when the Chin
ney was struck by lightning and brick
was displaced and thrown down upon her
head, killing her instantly. Thebri was
placed upon her grave.
In the ancient cemeteries of the suburbs
of Paris are some curious epitaphs, of
which We quote sample or two:
Here lies
Pierre Camuset,
who, when living, was glazier.
Do not confound him with
Edoward Camuset
dealer in casks,
No. y, Rue der Pumes, Bagtinoller."
Here is another The full force of the
joke, however, can only be appreciated by
a Frenchman
Here lies
Victor Gardinet
who fell into the eternal slumber
25th of March, 1864,
In the arms Of his wife
and his mOther-in-laW.
1t was customary at one time for the
poorer classes of the French people to
paint on the headboards the different
grades Of relations by whom their death
was mourned. Here is sample of the
same from the Cemetery Montmartie
Here lies
Auguste Vizentini
who died August 10, 1888,
regretted by his father and mother,
two brothers, three sisters,
one aunt, two uncles,
one female cousin, two female cousins,
his grandmother on his fathers side,
and numerous friends.
In Rockville, Massachusetts, the follow
ing could at one time be seen
In memory of Jane Brent,
Who kicked up her heels and away she
went.
The following spicy one was found upon
stone at Hoosick Falls, New York:
Ruth Sprague,
Died 1876, aged 8 years, 4 months and 3
days She was stolen by Roderick R.
Glow. Her body was dissected at the office
of DIR. Armstrong, Hoosick, New York,
where her mutilated remains were found
and deposited here.
Her body dissected by fendish men,
Her bones anatomical;
Her soul we trust, has risen to God,
Where few ply ysicians rise.
The last two lines of the above is rather
hard on the medical fraternity.
The following is an Iowa tribute on
little boy who died of congestion of the
brain:
Oh, there he lay for ten long weeks
Such pains are not on file;
For you could hear him scream and yell
For nearly half mile.
This coqplet, too, from Prince Edwards 5
Island, is not without its merits:
Here lies the body Of poor Charles Lamb,
Killed by tree that fell slap bang.
Among the old ones in Old Trinity
ehlrchyaFd, New York, could at one time
be seen the following.
Sidney Riesse, June 9th, l77d,
Made by himself,
Ha Sidney, Sidney here lie
Till time is flowed.
A more senseless one than the above,
cannot be imagined,
The following Is taken from church
yard way down in Georgia
Open your eyes,
For here lies
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