CANN Richard

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• _UID: BECAB6A3D0B94F4CB263128B524BC498B017
• Baptism: 30 Jul 1786, Bradworthy DEV

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Buried:
Headstone Transcription:
Sacred/to the memory of/Richard Cann/yeoman of
this parish/who entered into the joy of his Lord on
the/18th day of May 1838. Aged 52 years/having
been born of God by baptism of/water and of the
Holy Ghost, and by the /ministry of an ordained
clergyman of of Christ,/he kept his covenant like a
Christian man./In the midst of much heresy and
schism he/did not depart from the faith once
delivered/unto the saints, but faithfully remained a
true/member of the Church of Jesus Christ./wherefore we who remain have committed
his/reliques to the ground, in sure and certain/hope
of the resurrection to eternal life./Would to God that
we might say at the/last as this our brother said.
"My soul hath/"longed for thy salvation, O God, and I
have a/"good word "/"me hope because of they word."/"let die the death/"of the righteous and let my last/"end be like his."

Richard married TREMEERE Anne 11 Jul 1806, Bradworthy DEV. Anne (daughter of TREMEERE William and ALLIN Mary) was born Abt 1784, Bradworthy DEV; died 16 Apr 1853, Morwenstow CON; was buried Apr 1853, Morwenstow Churchyard, Morwenstow CON. [Group Sheet]

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• Baptism: 25 Feb 1810, Bradworthy DEV

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Buried:
Headstone Transcription:
To the memory of/Richard Cann/of Lower Cory in this parish yeoman whose/soul was carried by the angels into paradise/on the 16th day of February in the year of the/church 1842 aged 31 years/The second life which he received at the font/he cherished in the chancel, insomuch that with/the certainty of the one true faith through/the assurance of the blessed sacraments, and/in the safety of the ancient and apostolic wor-/ship of Christ in this consecrated sanctuary/of God, he clave steadfastly unto the Lord, un-/til "He was not, for God took him."
"Sing from the chamber to the grave!"
Thus did the dead man say,-
"A sound of melody I Grave
Upon my burial-day.
Bring forth some tuneful instrument
And let your voices rise,-
My spirit listened as it went
To the music of the skies.
"Sing sweetly as you travel on,
And keep the funeral slow:
The angels sing where I am gone,
And you should sing below.
"Sing from the threshold to the porch,
Until you hear the bell;
And sing you loudly in the church
The psalms we love so well.