I can't tell you where the Blackstone Poor Farm cemetery was, but I can tell you where the speakeasy was during prohibition. You are travel south from Uxbridge, turn right across the bridge over the river and then right twice and then down a steep road and there is/was a stone building. That was the 'Speak'. At least that is one of the places that my parents would take me several evenings a month. My mother and I would stay in the car for a half hour or so while my father disappeared into the building. I remember it was boring waiting in the dark. There was another place between Uxbridge and Worcester where the same routine occurred. There was no speakeasy in Uxbridge or my father would have found it. It was many years before I realized what was happening. Just before she died, my mother confirmed my suspicions.