The Lord saw good, I was lopping off wood,
And down fell from the tree;
I met with a check, and I broke my neck,
And so death lopped off me.
A stone-cutter received the following epitaph from a German, to be cut upon the tombstone of his wife:—
Mine vife Susan is dead, if she had life till nex friday she’d bin dead shust two veeks. As a tree falls so must it stan, all tings is impossible mit God.
IN CHILDWALL PARISH, ENGLAND.
Here lies me, and my three daughters,
Brought here by using Cheltenham waters.
If we had stuck to Epsom salts