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Reader,
Art thou born again?
No salvation without a new birth.
I was born in sin February, 1716;
Remained ignorant of my fallen state till 1730,
Lived proudly on faith and works for
salvation till 1754;
Admitted to Everton vicarage 1755;
Fled to Jesus alone for refuge 1756;
Fell asleep in Christ January 22, 1793.

157. An epigrammatic one:—

This corpse
Is Tommy Thorpe’s.

[Revised edition]
Thorpe’s
Corpse.

58. A queer one. From a Graveyard at Baton Rouge, LA:—

Here lies buried in this tomb
A constant sufferer from salt rheum,
Which finally in truth did pass
To spotted erysipelas.
A husband brave, a father true,
Here he lies, and so must you.

159. On a gold-digger.

The following was taken from a head-board at a grave in the Sparta Diggings,
California; and, taking the orthography into consideration, it is an apparently
unconscious blending of the seriocomic with the would-be sublime:—

In memory ov
John Smith, who met