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EAST THOMPSON.
Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superst.i.tious G.o.d, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale.
NEW YORK CITY.
Trinity Churchyard.
1767.
Tho' Boreas' blasts and boisterous waves Have tossed me to and fro, In spite of both by G.o.d's decree I harbor here below; Where I do now at anchor ride With many of our fleet, Yet once again I must set sail, My Admiral Christ to meet.
Alden White.
Grim death took me without any warning, I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.
Madeline White.
G.o.d takes the good too good on earth to stay, G.o.d leaves the bad too bad to take away.
Sarah Thomas is dead and that's enough The candle is out and so is the snuff Her soul is in Heaven you need not fear And all that's left is buried here.
ITHACA.
The pale consumption gave the mortal blow.
The fate was certain although the event was slow.
While on earth my knee was lame, I had to nurse and heed it.
But now I'm at a better place, Where I don't even need it.
Her blooming cheeks were no defence Against the scarlet fever.
In five day's time she was cut down, To dwell with Christ forever.
Moses White.
His grand excellence was that he was genuine.
Father and Mother and I Choose to be buried asunder.
Father and Mother here, And I buried yonder.
Julia King.
I go to meet my brother.
John Dale and his two wives.
A period's come to all their toilsome lives, The good man's quiet--still are both his wives.
GREENWOOD.
Grieve not for me my Harriet dear For I am better off, You know what were my sufferings And what a dreadful cough.
David Stuart
A loving father and companion, Follow me as I have--Jesus.
ORANGE COUNTY.
Underneath this stone doeth lie As much virtue as could die; Which when alive did vigor give To as much of beauty as could live.
Amos Judge (Coal dealer.)
He gave full weight to all t'is said And did it without vaunting; When in the ballance he is weighed He will not be found wanting.
William Newhall.
He 'rose in health at early dawn To hail the new born year: Before the evening shade came on He finished his career.
He was a man of invention great Above all who he lived nigh; But he could not invent to live When G.o.d called him to die.
A thousand ways cut short our days, None are exempt from death.
A honey-bee by stinging me Did stop my mortal breath.
He got a fish bone in his throat And then he sang an angel's note.
Here lies a kind and loving wife, A tender nursing mother; A neighbor free from brawl and strife, A pattern for all others.
