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            the living, and in a letter to Mr. Coleridge, dated October 23 , 1802, says,
            “When men go off the stage so early, it scarce seems a noticeable thing in
            their epitaphs whether they had been wise or silly in their lifetime.” We
            love to dwell on all that he has said on this subject, for there is always a
            heartiness about his expressions. Of his fine feelings and chaste words the
            following is an example. In a letter to Mr. Manning he sent an epitaph
            which he scribbled over on a “poor girl, who died at nineteen, a good girl,
            and a pretty girl, and a clever girl, but strangely neglected by all  her
            friends:”—

                   Under this cold marble stone
                   Sleep the sad remains of one
                   Who, when alive, by few or none
                   Was loved, as loved she might have been,
                   If she prosperous days had seen,
                   Or had thriving been, I ween.
                   Only this cold funeral stone
                   Tells she was beloved by one
                   Who on the marble graves his moan.

              Women sometimes wish for an opportunity to be revenged on their
            husbands.  As  an  example of this  we  may  relate that the wife of  a man
            named Baldwin, of Lymington, Hampshire, had made a vow “ to dance
            over his grave”—they had not lived happily together. To defeat her design
            Baldwin left special instructions that his body should be sunk in the sea in
            Scratchall’s Bay, off the Needles, Isle of Wight; and it appears his body was
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            so disposed of on the 20   May, 1736, as the parochial register of
            Lymington records.
              Many epitaphs are repeated  in different  churchyards;  and  as to
            “Affliction sore long time I bore,” the writer does not know where it is not
            to be found, as many as a dozen copies of it having been found in some
            churchyards. The  blacksmith’s epitaph:  “My sledge and  hammer lie
            declined,” may be found in Carisbrooke, Isle of Wight, Felpham in Sussex,
            Westham in Essex, Chipping Sodbury, and Houghton, Hunts. “She was
            but reason forbids me to  say what,”  although a strange verse for  a
            gravestone, is to be found in several places—as Monkwearmouth,
            Swansea, Clerkenwell, Lambeth, and Bolton. (See Nos. 4, 189, 292, 329,
            and 337.)
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