Some interesting samples of New England epitaphs. As a lover of cemeteries, I've explored many of them around these six states. Here are some samples:
1. He that was sweet to my Repose
Now is become a stink under my Nose.
This is said of me
So it will be said of thee.
2. Molly tho' pleasant in her day
Was suddenly seized and went away
How soon she's ripe, how soon she's rotten
Laid in her grave and soon forgotten.
3. Here lies our darling baby boy
He never crys nor hollers.
He lived for one and twenty days
And cost us forty dollars.
4. Here lies the body of Susan Lowder
Who burst while drinking a Sedlitz Powder.
Called from this world to her heavenly rest,
She should have waited till it effervesced.
5. This blooming Youth in Health most fair
To his Uncle's Mill-pond did repaire,
Undressed Himself and so plunged in
But never did come out again.
6. In a moment he fled;
He ran to the cistern and raised the lid--
His father looked in, then did behold
His child lay dead and cold.
7. Oh fatal gun, why was it he
That you should kill so dead?
Why didn't you go off just a little high
And fire above his head.
8. He sowed, others reaped.
9. Engraved on four sides of a monument in Lyndon Center, VT. It was engraved by the deceased himself. Mr. Gratis B. Spencer in 1908 age 83 before his death. It has been defaced since then:
Science has never killed or persecuted a single person for doubting or denying its teaching, and most of these teachings have been true; but religion has murdered millions for doubting or denying her dogmas and most of these dogmas have been false.
All stories about gods and devils, of heavens and hells, as they do not conform to nature, and are not apparent to sense, should be rejected without consideration.
Beyond the universe there is nothing the supernatural does not and cannot exist. . . .