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327. From Montmarte Cemetery:—

Here lies A. B.
Who at the age of eighteen
earned £40 a year.

338. From a tombstone in Connecticut:—

Here lies, cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife of Deacon Amos Shute:
She died of drinking too much coffee,
Anny Dominy eighteen forty.

329. From Bolton Churchyard, Lancashire:—

She was, but words fail me to say what—
Just think what a wife should be, and she was that.

(See Nos. 4, 189, 196, and 292.)

330. From Bath Abbey:—

Here lies Ann Mann;
She lived an old Maid and she died an old Mann.

The pun of the above is equaled by the epitaph—

331. On Owen Moore:—

Owen Moore is gone away,
Owin’ more than he could pay.

332. From Wrexham Church:—

Here lies interr’d beneath these stones
e
The beard, the flesh, and eke y bones
Of Wrexham’s clerk, old Daniel Jones.