AN EPITAPH
"Here lies a poor woman wTio always was tired; she lived in a house where help ,was not hired. Her last words on earth *were 'Dear friends I am going, where washing ain't done,, nor sweeping, ndr sewing; but everything there is exact to my wishes, For where they don't eat, there's no washing of cfishes; I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing, But, having no voice, I'll be clear of the singing. Don't mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never, I'm going to do nothing forever and ever."
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Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 16, 18 July 1936, Page 19
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95AN EPITAPH Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 16, 18 July 1936, Page 19
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