don’t kick, where sorrows and weeping
is no more.
In Dorchester, Mass. may be seen the following queer epitaph on a young woman:—
On the 21st of March
God’s angels made a sarche.
Around the door they stood;
They took a maid,
It is said,
And cut her down like wood.
A Dutchman’s epitaph on his twin babes:—