Jane died of Consumption at age 24 years, 4 months
her stone reads:
Now in my hours of lonely wo.
Oh my sorrows, how they flow.
Not our friendship gentle aid.
Can hurt the wound that death has made.
Mourn not for me husband so dear.
I am not dead, but slumber hear.
Mourn not dear children of my breast.
For I am going home to rest.
her stone reads:
Now in my hours of lonely wo.
Oh my sorrows, how they flow.
Not our friendship gentle aid.
Can hurt the wound that death has made.
Mourn not for me husband so dear.
I am not dead, but slumber hear.
Mourn not dear children of my breast.
For I am going home to rest.
Jane died of Consumption at age 24 years, 4 months
her stone reads:
Now in my hours of lonely wo.
Oh my sorrows, how they flow.
Not our friendship gentle aid.
Can hurt the wound that death has made.
Mourn not for me husband so dear.
I am not dead, but slumber hear.
Mourn not dear children of my breast.
For I am going home to rest.
her stone reads:
Now in my hours of lonely wo.
Oh my sorrows, how they flow.
Not our friendship gentle aid.
Can hurt the wound that death has made.
Mourn not for me husband so dear.
I am not dead, but slumber hear.
Mourn not dear children of my breast.
For I am going home to rest.
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