Name

D.O.D

Age

Wife of William Ball

May 20 1851-

83

Mrs. Mary R. Mooar

Art

Epitaph
The Christians death is but a birth to holier happier life we would not call
willow
arc thee back to Earth to share again its strife
Frends and physicians could not save my mortal body from the grave nor
willow and urn arc can the grave confine me here when Christ shall call me to appear

Feb. 10 181528
Nov. 17 1800 Jan. 3 years. ll months, and 3
3 Daughters of William 18, 1800 May 31 days 1 year, 2 months, willow and 3
and Rebecca Willoughy
1800
and 24 days, one day
urns
Mary Abigail
July 15 18452 Sons of Cape
Ephrams and Mrs. Patty Sept 6 1801 and
Burge
still born

31
N/A

Richard Peirce

Dec 16 1812-

73

Hananah R.
Phineas Hardy and
Abigail Hardy

Nov 16 1835March 7 1813 and

April 12 1808

14
87 and 83

Mrs. Sally

Dec 29 1836-

60

Mrs. Rachel Lund

March 23 1827-

41

Mr. Stephen

July 15 1810-

Mr. Moses Thurston

April 6 1880-

80

Sarah Blood

Nov 18 1816-

62

Mrs. Sarah

April 9 1836-

59

none

Shape

The dear delights we here enjoy and fondly call our own are but short favors
arc burrow'd now to be returned anon
arc Through faith in Christ she fear'd not death

two heads and

Happy the babe who privileged by fate to shorter labor and to lighter weight
willow
arc beckoned duty of the gift of breath ordered tomorrow to be returned to death
willow and urn arc Think, mortals, think! As you pass by you're traveling eternity!
Twas hard with friends not to part for they were friends to her in heart may
willow and urn arc they all meet at last in love to dwell in realms of bliss above
willow and 2
What tho our inbred sins require our flesh to seethe dust yet as the lord our
urns
arc savior rose so all his followers must
willow and urn arc Blessed are the dead whose joy shall be forever in eternity
Where all the ships company meet who sailed with their savior beneath and
triumphed over sorrow and death and mortal affliction bepast the age that in
willow and urn arc heaven we spend forever, and ever, will last
Stay hasty traveller, cast thine eye upon this mortal mouldering tomb and as
willow and urn arc you pass ah hear thy sigh that he was niptinearly bloom
Could we but feel as he appeared on Pifgah's lon to sland we should not
willow and urn arc wish to tarry here but long for the promised land
Kind angels guard their sleeping dusttill Jesus comes to raise the just then
willow and urn arc may they wake with a sweet surprise and in their saviors image rise
But who can know the mourners heart when could from that dear one to part
they who have fell alone can know that keenest anguish bitter woe and then
the daughter friend beloved whose deep affection has been proved
willow and urn arc remember well her counsel given that you may meet with saints in heaven