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        TAIT, Crawfurd; mentioned in the epitaph of :
MORTON, Betty; RUSSEL, Mary
Buried in Dollar Parish, Clackmannanshire, Scotland

    Sacred to the Memory of Betty Morton and Mary Russell, who lived as
    faithful nurses and servants in the family of Crawfurd Tait, Esq., of
    Harviestoun, the former for 30, the latter for 50 years.
    «Not with eyeservice as menpleasers, but as the servants of Christ,» -
    The cherished our childhood,
    They comforted our youth.
    They directed our thoughts to that heavenly country, where, through our
    Redeemer's love, we hope to meet them again.
    Erected by the family, - 1856.

    Source : Rogers 1871 v.2


TALLAKERNE, Elisabeth and John; mentioned in the epitaph of
BERNARD, Robert
Inscription : North aisle of Abington Church near Northampton, Northamptonshire, England

    To the Memory of Sir Robt. Bernard Knt. & Bart. Serjeant at Law, Son
    of Francis Bernard Esq; who was 2d Son of Francis Bernard Esq; Lord
    of this Mannor. He was twice very happy; first, in the marriage of
    Elisabeth Tallakerne daughter of Sr. John Tallakerne, by whom he had
    many Sons & daughters. & after her decease, he was very happy a Second
    time in the marriage of Elisabeth Digby, Relict of Robert Ld Digby,
    who was a good Mother though she had no Children. But he was most
    happy in that not weary at all of this Life he was willing to depart
    to a better in the 66th. year of his Age.
    A.D. 1666.
    His Body lies interred near this Monument, which was due to so good
    a Father from his Eldest Son & Heir Sr. John Bernard Knt.

    Source : Le Neve 1718


TAYLOR, John
Tombstone in front of Christ Church on Academy Street, Poughkeepsie, New York

    In this spot
    was interred
    John Taylor
    Attorney at Law
    the eldest son
    of Doctor John Taylor
    of Bolton le Moors, England.
    who died of the yellow fever
    Sept. 11th, 1805
    Aged 36 years

    Far from his kindred friends and native skies
    Here mouldering in the dust poor Taylor lies.
    Firm was his mind, and fraught with various lore
    And his warm heart was never cold before.
    He lov'd his country, lov'd that spot of earth,
    Which gave a Hampden, Milton, Bradshaw birth,
    But when that country, dead to all but gain,
    Bowed her base neck and hugged the oppressor's chain.
    Loathing the abject scene he drooped and sighed.
    Crossed the wide wave and here untimely died.
    Stranger whate'er thy country's creed or hue,
    Go and like him the moral path pursue;
    Go, and for Freedom every peril brave.
    And nobly scorn to be or hold a slave.

    Source : The New York Times, January 5, 1896


TAYLOR, John and Sarah
Buried in Silkstone churchyard, Yokshire, England

    John Taylor, of Silkston, potter died July 14th, 1815, aged 72;
    Hannah his wife, died August 13th, 1815, aged 68:
    Out of the clay they got their bread;
    Themselves of clay (or dust) were made;
    To clay returned, they now lie dead;
    In churchyard clay all must be laid.
    His wife to live without him tried,
    Hard found the task, fell sick and died;
    And now in peace their bodies lie,
    Until the dead be called on high,
    New moulded for their home - the sky.

    Source : Fairley 1873


TAYLOR, John and Sarah
Buried in Silkstone churchyard, Yokshire, England

    In memory of John Taylor, of Silkstone, potter, who departed this life,
    July 14th, Anno Domini 1815, aged 72 years.
    Also Hannah, his wife, who departed this life, August 13th. 1815, aged 68 years.

    Out of the clay they got their daily bread,
    Of clay were also made.
    Returned to clay they now lie dead,
    Where all that's left must shortly go.
    To live without him his wife she tried,
    Found the task hard, fell sick, and died.
    And now in peace their bodies lay,
    Until the dead be called away,
    And moulded into spiritual clay.

    Source : Andrews 1899


THACHER, Peter (Rev.)
Buried at Attleborough, Massachusetts

    In memory of the rev. Peter Thacher, A.M. the late faithful and
    beloved pastor of the second congregational church in Attleborough,
    who was born, 25 January, 1716, ordained, 30 November, 1748, and died,
    13 September, 1785, in the 70 year of his age, and 43 of his ministry.

    Whom papists not,
    With superstitious fire,
    Would dare to adore,
    We justly may admire.

    Source : Alden 1814 v.3


THACKWRAY, Joseph
Former proprietor of the Crown Hotel, Harrogate Wells, Yorkshire
Tomb in the parish church, Pannal, Yorkshire, England

    Here
    Lieth the body
    of
    Joseph Thackwray by name,
    Who, by the help of God,
    Brought Sulphur Wells to Fame.
    In the year of our Lord 1740
    I came to the Crown;
    In 1791 they laid me down.
    When I shall rise again,
    No man can tell;
    But, in hopes of Heaven,
    I'm not afraid of Hell.
    To friends I bid farewell,
    And part without a frown;
    In hopes to rise again,
    And have a Better Crown.
    He departed this Life the 26th of November,
    in the 79th year of his
    age.

    Source : Johnson 1883


THETCHER, Thomas
Buried : Winchester Cathedral yard, Hampshire, England

    In memory of
    Thomas Thetcher,
    a Grenadier in the North Regiment of Hants Militia,
    who died of a violent fever contracted by drinking small beer when hot
    the 12th of May, 1764, aged 26 years.
    In grateful remembrance of whose universal goodwill
    towards his comrades this stone is placed here at their expense, as
    a small testimony of their regard and concern.
    Here sleeps in peace a Hampshire Grenadier,
    Who caught his death by drinking cold small beer;
    Soldiers, be wise from his untimely fall,
    And when ye're hot drink strong, or none at all.

    This memorial being decayed, was restored by the officers of the garrison, A.D. 1781.

    An honest soldier never is forgot,
    Whether he die by musket or by pot.

    This stone was placed by the North Hants Militia, when disembodied at Winchester,
    on 26 April, 1802, in consequence of the original stone being destroyed.

    Source : Andrews 1899


THOMAS, Richard
Burial : Fort Hill Cemetery, Winslow, Kennebec County, Maine, USA
    Here lies the body of Richard Thomas,
    an inglishman by birth
    A Whig of '76.
    By occupation a cooper
    Now food for worms.
    Like an old rum puncheon
    Marked, numbered and shooked.
    He will be raised again
    and finished by his creator.
    He died Sept. 28, 1824; aged 75.
    America my adopted country
    My best advice to you is this
    take care of your liberties.

    Source : findagrave.com, Memorial #55584147


THOMPSON, Francis
Butler
Died July 6, 1739
Buried : Ollerton churchyard, Nottinghamshire, England

    Beneath the droppings of this spout,
    Here lies the body once so stout, of Francis Thompson.
    A soul this carcase once possess'd,
    By all who knew the owner best.
    The Rufford records can declare,
    His actions, who for seventy year,
    Both drew and drank its potent beer!
    Fame mentions not in all time,
    In this great Butler the least crime, to stain his reputation.
    To envy's self we now appeal,
    If aught of fault she can reveal, to make her declaration.
    Here rest, good shade, nor hell nor vermin fear,
    Thy virtues guard thy soul, thy body gook strong beer.

    Source : Johnson 1883


THORPE, Adlard
Inscription in the chancel of the church, Wainfleet St Mary, Lincolnshire, England

    Under this stone there is a vault, and
    therein lyes the Remains of Adlard Thorpe,
    Gent., a Sinner and a Ringer, who departed
    this life on the 24th of January 1770, aged 58 years.

    Source : Johnson 1883


TIPPER, Thomas
Buried in Newhaven churchyard, Sussex, England

    To the memory of
    Thomas Tipper who
    departed this life May the 14th
    1785 Aged 54 Years
    Reader, with kind regard this grave survey
    Nor heedless pass where Tipper's ashes lay,
    Honest he was, ingenuous, blunt, and kind;
    And dared do, what few dare do, speak his mind,
    Philosophy and History well he knew,
    Was versed in Physick and in Surgery too,
    The best old Stingo he both brewed and sold,
    Nor did one knavish act to get his Gold.
    He played through Life a varied comic part,
    And knew immortal Hudibras by heart.
    Reader, in real truth, such was the Man,
    Be better, wiser, laugh more if you can.

    Source : Andrews 1899


TIRWHITT, Mrs Frances MONSON
From Lincolnshire
Buried in St Pancras, Middlesex, England.

    Here lieth buried the body of Mrs. Frances
    Monson wife of Anthony Monson
    of Northorp in the county of Lincolne
    Esq and second daughter of Sir Philip
    Tirwhitt of Stainefeild
    in the said covnty Baronet.
    She departed this
    Life the sixteenth day of April
    Anno Dm 1658.
    Her Faith and sickness both together strave
    That Christ may have her soule, her corps ye grave,
    Death ends the strife. Both conqurors appeare,
    Christ hath her soule. Her body resteth here.

    Source : Cansick 1869


TOD, Eliza; nee Dunbar, wife of Captain Tod
Died in 1804
Buried : St. Cuthbert's churchyard, Edinburgh, Midlothian, Scotland

    Ah! whither fled, ye dear illusions, say?
    Lo! pale and silent lies the lovely clay.
    How are the roses on that cheek decayed,
    Which beauty's bloom to every eye displayed?
    Health on her form each sprightly grace bestowéd,
    With life and thought each speaking feature glowéd.
    Fair was the blossom, soft the vernal sky,
    Elate with hope, we deeméd no tempest nigh;
    When lo! a whirlwind's instantaneous gust
    Left all its beauties withering in the dust.

    Source : Rogers 1871 v.1


TOMLINSON, William
Monumental inscription in New York, New York

    At Sandy Hook lie interred the remains of the honourable Hamilton Douglas
    Halliburton, son of Sholto Charles, earl of Morton, and heir of the
    ancient family fo Halliburton, of Pitcurr, in Scotland, who perished on
    this coast, with twelve more young gentlemen and one common seaman, in
    the spirited discharge of duty, on the 30 or 31 of December, 1783, born,
    the 10 of October, 1763, a youth, who in contempt of hardship or danger,
    though possessed of an ample fortune, served seven years in the British
    navy, with manly courage, and seemed to deserve a better fate. This
    plain monumental stone is erected by his unhappy mother, Katharine,
    countess dowager of Morton, to his dear memory and that of his unfortunate
    companions, James Champion, lieutenant of marines; Alexander Johnstone,
    George Paddy, Robert Haywood, midshipman; Charles Gascoigne, Andrew
    Hamilton, William Scott, David Reddie, William Tomlinson, William Spry,
    John M'Chain, Robert Wood, young gentlemen; George Towers, common seaman;
    cast away, all found dead and frozen, and buried in one grave.

    Source : Alden 1814 v.1


TOWELL, Ike
Died in February 21, 1934
Burial: Columbus City Cemetery, Columbus, Colorado County, Texas, USA

    Here rests
    Ike Towell
    An infidel who had
    No hope of heaven
    Nor fear of hell
    Was free of superstition
    To do right and love
    Justice was his religion

    Source : findagrave.com, Memorial #61028414


TOWERS, George.
Monumental inscription in New York, New York

    At Sandy Hook lie interred the remains of the honourable Hamilton Douglas
    Halliburton, son of Sholto Charles, earl of Morton, and heir of the
    ancient family fo Halliburton, of Pitcurr, in Scotland, who perished on
    this coast, with twelve more young gentlemen and one common seaman, in
    the spirited discharge of duty, on the 30 or 31 of December, 1783, born,
    the 10 of October, 1763, a youth, who in contempt of hardship or danger,
    though possessed of an ample fortune, served seven years in the British
    navy, with manly courage, and seemed to deserve a better fate. This
    plain monumental stone is erected by his unhappy mother, Katharine,
    countess dowager of Morton, to his dear memory and that of his unfortunate
    companions, James Champion, lieutenant of marines; Alexander Johnstone,
    George Paddy, Robert Haywood, midshipman; Charles Gascoigne, Andrew
    Hamilton, William Scott, David Reddie, William Tomlinson, William Spry,
    John M'Chain, Robert Wood, young gentlemen; George Towers, common seaman;
    cast away, all found dead and frozen, and buried in one grave.

    Source : Alden 1814 v.1


TREEN, William
Lillington Churchyard, Warwickshire, England

    In memory of
    William Treen,
    Who died 3rd. Feby. 1810,
    Aged 77 Years
    Poorly Lived, and Poorly Dyed,
    Poorly Buried, and no one Cryed.

    Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.

    Source : Maiben 1870


TROLLOPE, Robert
17th century English architect
Buried at St Mary's Church, Gateshead, Co Durham

    Here lies Robert Trollop
    Who made yon stones roll up
    When death took his soul up
    His body filled this hole up

    Source : Wikipedia - Robert Trollope (30 Dec 2010)


TROUIN, Miss Cecilia and Miss Sophia
Died December 26, 1811
Buried in the crypt of the Monumental Church, Richmond, Virginia

TURAR, Thomas and Mary
Buried in Bristol, Gloucestershire, England

    Here lie Tho. Turar, and Mary, his wife. He was twice Master of the
    Company of Bakers, and twice Churchwarden of this parish.
    He died March 6, 1654. She died May 8th, 1643.

    Like to the baker's oven is the grave,
    Wherein the bodyes of the faithful have
    A setting in, and where they do remain
    In hopes to rise, and to be drawn again;
    Blessed are they who in the Lord are dead,
    Though set like dough, they shall be drawn like bread.

    Source : Andrews 1899


TUTE, Jonathan
Buried : Mystic, Connecticut

    Here lies, cut down like unripe fruit,
    A son of Mr. Amos Tute,
    And Mrs. Jemima Tute, his wife -
    Called Jonathan, of whose frail life
    The days all summed, how short the account,
    Scarcely to fourteen years amount.

    Born on the twelfth of May was he,
    In seventeen hundred sixty-three;
    To death he fell a helpless prey,
    April the five and twentieth day,
    In seventeen hundred seventy-seven,
    Quitting this world, we hope, for heaven.

    But tho' his spirit's fled on high.
    This body mouldering here must lie;
    Behold the amazing alteration
    Effected by inoculation -
    The means employed his life to save
    Hurried him headlong to the grave.

    Source : The New York Times, June 27, 1897


TWYNNOY, Hannah
Gravestone in the Malmesbury Abbey, Wiltshire, England

    Hannah Twynnoy Who died October 23rd 1703 Aged 33 Years. In bloom of Life She's snatched from hence, She had not room To make defence; For Tyger fierce Took Life Away. And here she lies In a bed of Clay, Until the Resurrection Day

    Source : Martin Beckford : BBC reveals Britain's most unusual epitaphs. The Telegraph (UK), September 24, 2007.




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