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For what I am this cumbrous clay ensures,
And what I was is no affair of yours.

231. From Cheltenham Churchyard:—

Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, the wife of Hall Dickie, tailor:—

Two Great physicians first
My loving husband tried
To cure my pain
In vain;
At last he got a third,
And then I died.

232. On a man who was killed by a Pump:—

Here lies John Adams, who received a thump,
Right on the forehead, from the parish pump,
Which gave him the quietus in the end,
For many doctors did his case attend.

233. From St. Bride’s, near Bridgend:—

Farewell, my dear and loving wife,
My children, and my friends,
I hope in heaven to see you all
When all things have their ends.

234. From Portsmouth:—

Here lies Jemmy Little, a carpenter industrious,
A very good-natured man, but somewhat blusterous.
When that his little wife his authority withstood,
He took a little stick and banged her as he would.
His wife now left alone, her loss does so deplore,
She wishes Jemmy back to bang her a little more;