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The Lexington Cemetery
is a private non-profit organization established in 1849 as a public
cemetery and a place of beauty to enjoy. It is a historical landmark
that documents the social, political, military and environmental
history of the community. Encompassing 170 acres, it is comprised of
a national and public cemetery with over 65,000 interments.
The cemetery contains the graves of:
James Lane Allen - (author)
Milton K. Barlow - (planetarium inventor)
John Cabell Breckinridge - (Vice President of the United States and
Confederate Major General)
Henry Clay - (noted United States Senator)
Basil W. Duke - American Civil War General
Hal Price Headley (1888-1962) - horseman, founder of Keeneland Sales
Lucille Parker Wright Markey - philanthropist, owner of Calumet Farm
John Hunt Morgan - martyred Confederate general
Adolph Rupp - Hall of Fame basketball coach
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Lexington Cemetery
Lexington Kentucky
September 1, 2007 |
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Kentucky Facts |
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State Flower: Goldenrod
State Animal: Grey Squirrel
State Tree: Tulip Tree
State Bird: Cardinal
State Song: My Old Kentucky Home
State Insect: Viceroy Butterfly
State Fossil: Brachiopod
Nickname: Bluegrass State
State Gemstone: Fresh water pearl
Origin of name: Iroquois Indian word "Ken-tah-ten," which means
"land of tomorrow."
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My Old
Kentucky Home |
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The sun shines bright on my
old Kentucky home
Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By 'n by hard times come a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight.
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the poor folks may go
A few more days and the trouble will end,
In the field where sugar-canes may grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
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President of University
Of Kentucky (Later Chancellor)







“Who plucked, that
flower,” Cried the Gardner His fellow-servants answered:
' The Master.' And the gardener held his peace."
-Epithet-







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Inscription on this headstone is:
Cut off in the prime of
life and in the fullness of health. His untimely fate drew tears from
stranger’s eyes. Mysterious are the ways of God.
And could not one suffice
Once Twice the arrow the
arrow flies
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