Know all men, that I, Samuel Smith, abide in the village of Willoughby, In Lincolnshire; and in the days of my youth I was employed as scrivener, and spent much time in the company of my father's brother, one Captain John Smith.
His bones were laid in St. Sepulchre's Church, in London; and as must be said for even such tameless souls as he--Requiescat in pace
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