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y of John Fellows, who died Feb. 3, 1845, aged 25 years, 3 months. In Memory of William Kent, son of Mr. Samuel & Mrs. Rhoda Kent. He died Sept. 19, 1807, Aged 19 years. The sweet remembrance of the just. In Memory of Mr. Benjamin Tufts, who died June 1, 1825, Aet 43. Beneath these sods, in peaceful sleep, His mortal body lies; Surviving friends forbear to weep, For virtue never dies. [Emblem, chain with broken link.] Parted Below United Above< Nathaniel Mitchell, died Sept. 15, 1851, aged 46 y'rs. Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his. Thomas Rand, died Mar. 12, 1850, aged 90 y'rs, 1 mo, In Memory of Widow Anna Rand, who died May 11, 1831, Aet 94. In Memory of Mrs. Hannah, wife of Mr. Thomas Rand, who died Nov. 22, 1823, Aet 45. Erected to the Memory of Martha, dau'tr of Captain Edward & Mrs. Elizabeth Cutter, who died Oct. 6, 1818, Aetat 3 years. Happy Infant, early blest, Rest in peaceful slumber rest, Early rescu'
za R. Fullick, died Sept. 9, 1853, aged 2 yrs. & 3 mos. Sweet child! God called thee home. Frances C. Sherman, wife of James K. Harley, died at Norwalk, Conn., May 6, 1853, aged 26 yrs. Also her infant, Leonora, aged 6 mos. Adeline Frances, daughter of Clark & Hannah Bennett, died Aug. 18, 1852, aged 5 yrs. & 9 mos. Bright, joyous, but fleeting. In Memory of William W. Watson, born March 16, 1835, died Sept. 13, 1852, aged 17 yrs. 6 mos. Nathaniel Mitchell, died Sept. 15, 1851, aged 46 yrs. Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his. To the Memory of Albert Henry, only child of Albert & Nancy J. Kenneson, died Jan. 26, 1846, aged 9 mos. & 6 days. Here thy toys, neglected lying, There thine empty cradle bed; Here thy little dress, O Henry, Can it be that thou art dead? He's dead! yet death can scarcely chill His smiling beauties, though he lay With cold, extended limbs, for still His face looked fairer than the day. Nancy J