Show odd epitaphs while strolling in the fields near a email hamlet not thirty miles from rochester I 1 came across nn antiquated graveyard overgrown with ivy and mosses the stones of which bore dates between 1796 and 1820 I 1 scraped the mold from a few of the stones and brought to light these inscriptions this one is modest sly haddy to the grave i eh e my toul to I 1 hope 13 fled when ali my children you do fact remember me this on a childs grave is not without pathos this lovely bud BO young and fare cald hence by erly doome just caught to bhoj how sweet a flower in ux w bald bloom this one also preserves tho phonetic method tenth like a morning flour cut down and withered in an hour notice the unexpected word division in these to worlds of I 1 am gone and left my behind to mourn my body lies here in tho dust my boal ia stationed with the blest hark my gay friends to you ay voice has been retrain from tolly and your bin still from the dead I 1 tain send my cries arnst in the saviour dont his erace despise this one is is good as any I 1 have seen A tholand thou and ways cut short our days yono are exempt from death A hone bee by stinging me did atop my mortal breath rochester union |