The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-03-02

trQlL m nope or a blessed immortality, at the early age of 21 years months and l6 days, Reader "Go thou and do likewise"
 The following was composed by three Scotch friends to whom the person cornmemorated had left legacy, with the hope expressed that they would honor him by some records of their re- grets. The first friend composed the line which naturally opened the cpl taph;
 Provost Peter Patterson was provost of Dundee.
 The second added: ProvostPeter Patterson, here lies he. The third could suggest no other con- clusion than;
 Hallelujahl HalIelujee! The following must be taken as a l fling at noble profession: Here lies the corpse of Dr. Chard, Who filled the half of this churchyard. This is as bad as the unkind hint con- veyed in the following, in churchyard near Newmarket: Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton, Who never did aught to vex one, Not like the woman under the next stone.
 Domestic troubles have been laid | bare on the tombstone from the time of the Greeks and Romans. Here is a piece of atrocious doggerel to be seen in Selby churchyard, in Yorkshire: Here lies my wife, a sad slattern and a
 shrew;
 If said I regretted her I should lie, too.
 The following, which frequently ap- pears in collections of epitaphs, are not credited to any locality and may be mere wandering bits of epigrammatic misogynism:
 This dear little spot is the joy of my
 life;
 It raises my flowers and covers my
 wife.
 l am not grieved, my dearest life; Sleep on-Ive got anotherWife; Therefore I cannot come to thee, For I must go and live with she. My wife is dead, and here she lies l No man laughs, and no man cries; Where she's gone, or how she fares, Nobody knows and nobody cares, Here lies my poor wife, without bed or
 blanket,
 But dead as a door nail and God be
 thanllit.
 In the following the tables are turned:
 Here lies the body of Mary Ford, Whose soul, we trust, is with the Lord; But if for hell she's changed this life, 'Tis better than being John Fords wife. Intentional drolleries frequently take the form of puns. Among these should rank the epitaph of MT. Foote or Nor Wich:
 Here lies one Foote, whose death many
 thousands save, For death hath now one foot within the grave; and the one on MT. Box: Here lies one Box within another.
 The one of wood was very good; We cannot say so much for tother. Also the famous one of Sir John Strange:
 Here lies an honest lawyer,
 That is Strange!
 A happy conceit' it was doubtless thought in 1860 to write over a member of parliament named White: Here lies a John. a burning, shining 1 light,
 Whose name, life, actions, all alike
 were White! ;r, Inv ctr,rif+ o,, of Kildare:
 Who killed Kildare? Who dared Kill
 dare to kill? Death killed Kildare-who dare kill
 whom he will.
 Here are a few miscellaneous exam p1es, the first on a MT. Fish: Worms are bait for fish; but here's g
 sudden change; Fish is bait for worms-is not that
 passing strange?
 On William Button in churchyarG near Sanbury:
 Oh, sun, moon, stars and ye celestial
 poles,
 Are graves, then, dwindled into Button.
 holes? I On FOOL6, the COnedlan. Foote from his earthly stage, alas, k l hurled;
 Death took him off who took off all tn | world.
 Is the satire in the following exam ples intentional?
 Maria Brown, wife of Timothy Brown, aged 80 years. She lived witt her husband fifty wears and died in tn, confident hope of a better life.
 Here lies Bernard Lightfoot, who wa; accidentally killed in the forty-fiftl year of his age. This monument wa erected by his grateful family.
 THE OMAHA EXPOSITION. The general appearance of the grounl .iraai