Show odd epitaphs strolling in the fields near c email hamlet not thirty miles aroi rochester 1 came across an antiquated graveyard overgrown with ivy aal mosses the stones of which bore date between 1790 and 1820 I 1 scraped the mold from a few of the stones and brought to light these inscriptions this one is modest my boddy to the grave 1 give my soul to god I 1 hope is fled when this my children yoi do see remember me this on a childs grave is not without pathos this lovely and so bonns and fare cald hence by erly doome enst caught to show how sweet a flower in Par adlao would bloom this one also preserves the phonetic method youth like a moraine flour down and withered in an hour notice tho unexpected word division in these to worlds of I 1 am gone and left my friends behind to moni monin n my body lies here in the dust my soul la stationed with the blest hark my gay friends to you my voice has been refrain from folly and forsake your bin balu from the dead I 1 fain would send my cries ernst tn the saviour dont his erace despise this one is as good as any I 1 have seen A thousand ways cut short our days none are exempt from death A honeybee by stinging me did atop my mortal breath rochester union |