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From Philadelphia:
In memory of Henry Wang, son of his Father and mother, John and Maria Wang.
Died Dec. 31st, 1829, aged ½ hour. The first deposit of this yard.
A short-lived joy
Was our little boy.
He has gone on high,
So don't you cry.
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Against his will
Here lies George Hill
Who from a cliff
Fell down quite stiff
When it happen'd is not known
Therefore not mentioned on this stone.
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Here lies my wife in earthly mould,
Who, when she liv'd, did naught but scold;
Peace, wake her not, for now she's still,
She had, but now I have my will.
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