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James Berlinner, killed at Huel Bedford, 1844.
Consider well both old and young,
Who by my grave do pass,
Death soon may come with his keen scythe,
And cut you down like grass.
Tho’ some of you perhaps may think
From danger to be free,
Yet in a moment may be sent,
Into the grave like me.
William Kellaway,
1822.
My body is turned to dust,
As yours that living surely must,
Both rich and poor to dust must fall,
To rise again, when Christ doth call.
Elizabeth Roskelly,
1844.
Farewell, dear husband, I bid adieu,
I leave nine children to God and you;
I hope you’ll live in peace and love,
I trust we all shall meet above.
Tho’ months and years in pain and tears,
Through troubled paths I’ve trod,
My Saviour’s voice bids me rejoice,
And calls my soul to God.