"The horse bit the parson, How came that to pass?
The horse heard the parson say, All flesh is grass."
This is one of the "curious" epitaphs in an interesting collection epitaphs, "Epitaphs, Graveyard Humour and Eulogy," by W. H. Beable, published by Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent and Ca., La, 6. net.
"the book is very representative and contains many epitaphs not previously published. Here are some:
"Here lies Johnny Cole, Wo ded, on my st, Atter eat tiful dinner.
While chewing his crust, He was turned into dust, With his crimes undigested—poor sinner."
Bedwelty, near Tredegar—On the' tombstone of a wife:
"This poor man wept and the Lord heard him and delivered him out of all his trouble: Jersey—To a brewer:
Here lies poor Burton, "He was both hale and stout; Death aid him on his bitter bier, Now in another world he hops On a dentist:
Stranger! Approach this spot with gravity!
John Brown is filling his last On a doctor:
"He survived all his patients, St John Clerkenwell:
Here lies Captain. Ernest Bloomfield, Accidentally shot by his orderly, March 2, 1789.
"Well, done," good and faithful servant"
Mr. Beable invites contributions towards another similar volume to be published later.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.