Here lyes Margrat Willson, Doughter of Gilbert Willson, in
Glenvernoch, who was Drowned Anno 1685, age 18.
Let Earth and stone still witness beare
Their lyes a virgine Martyre Here,
Marter'd for owning Christ Supream
Head of his church and no more crime
But not abjuring Presbytry
And not owning Prelacy.
They her condemned by unjust law,
Within the Sea Ty'd to a stake.
The actors of this cruel crime
Was Lagg Strachan, Winram, and Graham.
Neither young years nor yet old age
Could stop the fury of their rage.
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From Nettlebed Churchyard, Oxfordshire:
Here lies father, and mother, and sister, and I;
We all died within the space of one short year;
They were all buried at Wimble except I,
And I be buried here.
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Commemorative of Thamozine J., wife of James Vernon:
'Tis with regret, dear Thamozine,
Her voice no more to hear,
I'll banish from my heart
Her groanings in my ear.
Her children were her care,
To me she did request,
Take care and with them share
On your honesty I can trust.
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Poor Martha Snell, she's gone away,
She would if she could, but she could not stay;
She'd two bad legs, and a baddish cough,
But her legs it was that carried her off.
* * * * *
Here lies my wife, poor Molly, let her lie,
She finds repose at last, and so do I.
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In a Salisbury graveyard, upon a stone recording the death of a lady at
the age of sixty-four years, appears the following:
So fair, so young,
So gentle and so dear,
So lovely, so early lost,
May claim a tear.
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From Childwald Churchyard, England:
Here lies me and my three daughters,
Brought here by using seidlitz waters.
If we had stuck to epsom salts,
We wouldn't have been here in these vaults.
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Arlington, Massachusetts:
Here lies the body of Mary Morgan.
Like the morning dew she glistened,
Exhaled, and went to heaven.
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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: