Quaint Epitaphs

Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 39, 11 April 1930, Page 28

Quaint Epitaphs

have a friend who has a hobby of collecting quaint epitaphs. Glancing through her collection recently I came across these two quaint specimens, each redolent of the craft of the deceased. Can anyone quote others as apt? The first was to the memory of a Yorkshire cook: Underneath this crust Lies the mouldering dust Of Hleanor Batchelor Shoven, Well versed in the arts Of pies, custards, and tarts, And the lucrative trade of the oven, When she lived long enough She made her last puff, A puff by her husband much praisgé. And now she doth lie Fs And make a dirt pie, In hopes that her crust may be raised. The next one, somewhat more sweet and reserved, commemorating Benjamin Franklin, runs as follows :- "The body of Benjamin Franklin, Printer (like the cover of an

old book, its contents torn out and; stript of its lettering and gilding), lies here, food for worms; but the'\ work shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more elegant edition, revised and corrected by the

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