A Woman Should Never Be Seen Eating

Romances I Ne'er Read Like Those I Have Seen.

Here Lies Interred In The Eternity Of The Past, From Whence There Is No Resurrection For The Days - Whatever There May Be For The Dust - The Thirty-third Year Of An Ill-spent Life, Which, After A Lingering Disease Of Many Months Sank Into A Lethargy, And Expired, January 22d, 1821, A.d. Leaving A Successor Inconsolable For The Very Loss Which Occasioned Its Existence.

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.