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Suggested to Mrs. Inez A. Hall, of Meadville, 
Perm., on her viewing the picture of the family group, 
as here presented, and knowing it was to grace the pages 
of this volume. 

Descending, on the snowy pages 

Of this book, to coming ages, 

This group shall go — whose pleasant faces. 

Each replete with special graces, 

Gaze back on me, in sweet content 

Of happy lives, and years well spent. 

And ev'ry year 'twill grow more dear 
To those who view their lov'd ones here; 
When by death the band is broken. 
Sweeter still must grow the token 
Of a father's thoughtful love and care. 

August 19, 1891. 







Family and Personal Remieisoenses, 


With an Appendix including Treatises, Family 
Records and Miscellanea. 


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On presenting my Third Souvenir to my kindred, friends 
and others, my primal object, to do good, remains un- 
changed, and my desire in that direction I find increased and 
expanded within me through the generous welcome my many 
friends have given my previous efforts, and by the gratifying 
approval evinced in the columns of the Press, both at home 
and abroad. 

Adverse criticism seldom comes unexpectedly to public 
writers, and I am not disappointed that the humble produc- 
tions of my pen have not been overlooked by those who have 
the privilege to publicly pronounce the works of any author 
perfect or defective; although it is a maxim that a true critic 
ought to dwell rather upon excellencies than upon imperfec- 
tions, having always in mind that 

"Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; 
He who would search for pearls must dive below." 

Notwithstanding, however, the detraction to which it has 
been subjected, I am wonderfully encouraged to pursue my 
labor of love and gratitude, for the good of mankind, espe- 
cially the youth of our land, my own kin and my many friends 
whom I dearly love. Yet I would not have it understood that 
in this I am inclined to ba, partial^ far from it- . I seek only an 
outlet for the unbounded iove that ought to dwell in every 
true Christian heart — a love. \ that j,S; at once the parent and 
the offspring of that heaven-bora ennobling desire of man — to 
benefit his fellow being. To mo^t seems so Christ-like, that 
I want to bear the greater share of tne burden; indeed it 
seems to me only a ditty, which I must cheerfully perform, for 
I have been all my days abundantly blessed of the Lord. 
Whatever else may be done, all honor to His name first, and 
good results will be certain to follow. I will never leave thee 
nor forsake thee. There shall no evil befall thee . . for 


He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in 
all thy ways. 

" Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, 
But the Changeless can not change; 
Gladly will I journey on, 
With His arm to lean upon." 

Faith and works are essential to our success in whatever 
we may undertake. I began writing my Fiest Souvenir (1886) 
in good faith, accompanied by hard work and earnest prayers 
to the Lord for His blessing on my efforts; and I know that I 
have been wonderfully blest and favored in my endeavors. 
I believe in both Divine and human aid, and while acknowl- 
edging that I owe everything to the Lord, I am not unmindful 
of the many friends who have lent a helping band in my work. 

I desire the readers of this Souvenir to consider that it 
comes from the hand of a true friend, even though we may 
have never met, and are total strangers. Strangers have 
often on life's journey helped me; let me in return do more 
than pray " God bless them;" grant me the privilege of doing 
some kind act also. The world needs more love and charity 
from every Christian. We belong to one common Father, in 
whose vineyard we should all be busy laborers for God and 
humanity, each doing what is possible for us, impossibilities 
not being either asked or required of any of us. 

Of the reasons I have for publishing my Souvenirs, the 
chief one, as I have already frequently endeavored to make 
known is to do good. I have received much, and I want to 
give in due , pr,oport;ion» The Scriptures say: God loveth a 
cheerful giix j r,; 'wliiebVI not only believe but know, for my 
lifetime experience has fully convinced me of the truth of this 
passage. A certain ; Christian writer has said that '' a good 
deed is never l0st;< ( be .who so\"fr courtesy reaps friendship, and 
he who plants Mn'dn'esg gathers dove." Then in this world 
there is a great deal of good and a vast amount of evil, and it 
is for us to choose between the two; if it is in my power to 
guide anyone into the path of rectitude, or lead him from the 
one that tends to destruction, then duty teaches me so to do. 
There is, also, the incalculable amount of happiness that comes 


of doing right A little seed produces a large crop; even a 
small investment may bring good returns. Moreover, I de- 
light in the work of book-making — writing, studying, think- 
ing, collecting ideas and incidents; at home or abroad — in 
the quiet seclusion of my study in my old home, or in the 
midst of the " madding crowd" in a noisy railway car — I am 
ever in search of some knowledge by which others may be 
helped as well as myself. "Knowledge is power," and in 
my own humble way I wish to make it a power for good. 
Multitudes of pleasant thoughts have come to me, and many 
happy hours have I spent in this way, and the benefits my 
labors may produce is all the reward I seek. My time and 
means I freely give, not for profit or from any mercenary 
motive, but simply to do good, and bless as far as possible all 
mankind. " If there be nothing so glorious as doing good," 
wrote the Rev. William Law, "if there is nothing that makes us 
so like God, then nothing can be so glorious in the use of our 
money as to use it in works of love and goodness." 

I may compare my work at book-making to my labor on 
the farm, which I love; the more I do and the longer I con- 
tinue in it, the more real satisfaction and pleasure it brings to 
me. I do not forget that our labor in the vineyard of the 
Lord will surely bring its reward; and the Bible teaches us 
that there is reward in this life as well as in that to come. I 
desire to consecrate my life here below, my means, my all, 
to every hour and every day teaching the salvation of all men 
as set forth in the Scriptures, given us through the Son of 
God, who died to save the world, and bring us back to Him; 
and if this be not in itself sufficient reason for my writing the 
Souvenirs, thereby endeavoring to prove to the world my love 
for Christ and humanity, then I fail to know how to express 
myself. To God we owe our existence, and subsistence out 
of His bounteous storehouse, and it behooves us to make an 
effort to repay Him in some measure, and do His will, that it 
may be well with us now and forever; and I trust that my 
efforts in that direction may be acceptable and blessed. 

As it has not infrequently been inquired of me, for the 
most part in some indirect manner, as to the cost of publish- 


ing my Souvenirs, I do not think I need offer any apology for 
here making it known: The outlay for my work ordered for 
the History of Crawford County (1885), together with the 
cost of publishing my First Souvenir (six hundred copies 
printed, three hundred being bound for immediate distribu- 
tion) was two thousand dollars; the cost of my Second Souvenir 
(two thousand copies printed, seven hundred being bound 
for immediate distribution) was in the neighborhood of two 
thousand one hundred and fifty dollars, while that of my 
Third Souvenir (sixteen hundred copies printed, six hundred 
being bound now — three hundred copies in my Twin Souvenir, 
and three hundred separately) amounts to about twelve hun- 
dred dollars. 

In order to make my Third Souvenir of more interest to 
my friends, I have had prepared for insertion in it two 
family illustrations, the one group containing twelve sub- 
jects — my three sons, their families, and myself — the other 
group representing my five grandchildren and myself. 

To dear friends and kindred I return sincere thanks for 
kind and encouraging words — both spoken and written; also 
for valued literary contributions to the Souvenir, received 
from time to time. And 1 feel under special obligations to 
Mrs. Inez A. Hall, of Meadville, for the graceful lines written 
by her on the subject of the " family groups " as they appear 
in this volume. 

This book, as were my previous Souvenirs, is dedicated by 
me to my kindred, friends, the youth of our land and hu- 
manity at large, as a token of my love for them and for the 
Truth, the Gospel, the Word of God, the Bible, and as an 
earnest of my desire for the bettering of the condition of both 
reader and author, and the salvation of all mankind, my sin- 
cere prayer being that God's blessing and His divine love may 
rest upon us and abide with us all for evermore. 

Faithfully in the service of God, 

F. C. Waid. 
Blooming Valley, 

Crawford Co., Penn. 



Waid, Ira C between 264 and 265 

Waid, Mrs. Elizabeth P between 264 and 265 

Waid, Francis C between 8 and 9 

Waid, Mrs. Eliza C between 8 and 9 

Waid, Robert L facing 104 

Waid, George 1ST facing 134 


Waid, Francis C. and Eliza C, and their three sons, Frank- 
lin I., Gruinnip P. and Fred F facing 40 

Waid, Francis C. and Eliza C facing 222 

Waid, Francis C. and Anna E facing 152 

Waid, Francis 0., his three sons, with their wives, and his 

rive grandchildren . facing 270 

Waid, Francis C, and his five grandchildren frontispiece 


The Farm Home of Francis C. Waid, built in 1861. occu- 
pied by him until 1889 facing 56 

The Old Home on the Goodrich Farm, where Franklin I. 

Waid now lives facing 17? 

The farm Home of Ira C. Waid, built in 1845. Present resi- 
dence of Guinnip P. Waid facing 76 

Waid Lot and Twin Monuments, Blooming Valley Ceme- 
tery facing 273 

M. E. Church, " Pilgrim's Home," State Road, built 1847. . .facing 160 

M. E. Church, Blooming Valley, built 1874 facing 184 


My Fourth Trip to Kansas and the West 9-37 

Incidents 9 

The Tyler Family 9 

Drive to Ottawa, Kas '. 11 

A Coincidence 12 

Free California Exhibit at Ottawa 12 

Sabbath at Norwood 13 

Visit to Mr. and Mrs. Fred D. Putnam 14 

Clifton, Kas 16 

Grand Island, Neb 17 

Incidents 18 

Dr. G. W. Weter's Home . 18 

Beet Sugar Factory 20 

Mr. and Mrs. Pillsbury 21 

Rev. Samuel Wykoff 22 

Lincoln, Neb 24 

Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Bowman 24 

Topeka, Kas 2(3-27 

Francis L. Sexton and Family 26 

The State Capitol 26 

Lawrence, Kas 27- 29 

Emery F. Hobbs and Family 27 

Rev. James Marvin 27 

The Indian School 28 

Death of E. B. R. Sacket • 29 

Ottawa, Kas 30- 32 

A Sabbath Day There 30 

" Investment " 31 

Dehorning Cattle 32 

Girard and Fort Scott, Kas 33- 35 

John C. Ramsey and Family 33 

Fort Scott, Kas 34 

" Andy " Pitcher 34 

Evergreen Cemetery 34 

Paola, Kas '. 35 

Rev. E'. C. Boaz at Ottawa 35 

Return trip to Meadville 36-37 

Trip to Jamestown, N. Y., and Other Places 37- 42 

Charles Breed 38 

Jamestown, N. Y 38 

The Chautauqua Assembly of New York 40 

Lakewood, N. Y 41 

Return to Meadville 42 

My Fifth Trip to Kansas and the West 42- 71 

Family Meeting at Monroe, 111 43 

Beloit, Wis 44-45 

Sycamore, 111 45- 46 

Anniversary of the Wedding of Uncle Silas D. and Aunt Frank 

Tyler 47 

Rockford, UK 47-48 

Arrive in Chicago 48 

Galesburg, 111 49 

Brookfield, Mo 49 

Arrival at Norwood, Kas 50 

Valley Chapel 51 

Centropolis, Kas 52 

Life on the Farm in Kansas 53 

Death of Mrs. Catharine Boyles and Rev. E. P. Pengra 54 

Another Sabbath in Ottawa, Kas 56 

Lawrence, Kas 58-59 

My Fifth Return Journey to Meadville 59-71 

Davenport ( Iowa), etc 60 

Michael Pitcher and Family 60 

A Sabbath at Lansing, Iowa 61 

St. Charles, Chester, Rochester and Pine Island, Minn 63 

Kasson, Minn 64 

A Sabbath at Marion, Minn 65 

Lake City, St. Paul and Minneapolis, Minn 67 

Winona, Minn., and Chickasaw, Iowa 67 

Milwaukee, Wis 68 

Chicago, 111 69 

Home 70 


Extracts from my Diary 72 

Introductory 72 

At Jamestown, N. Y 73 

At Union City, Saegertown and Meadville, Penn 74 

Resolution of Thanks Adopted by Advent Church 75 

Death of Aunt Mary Ann Simmons 75 

Home Reflections 76 

Again at Saegertown 78 

Visit to Walter Josling in Richmond Township 80 

News of Relatives at a Distance 80 

My Fifty-seventh Birthday 81 

Extract from the Pennsylvania Farmer 81 

Farmers' Convention 85 

Rev. E. C. Pengra 85 

Advent of Spring 86 

Again at Saegertown 88 

Music 88 

Sabbath in Meadville 89 

Baling Hay 91 

Visit to the Old Daniel Cowen Mill Property 92 

Death of Homer Ellsworth's Father 93 

Death of Mrs. Mary Jane Seaman 93 

Sundry Visits at Titusville and elsewhere 94 


Memorial Day at Cleveland, Ohio 97 

A Church Incident 98 

Funeral of Mrs. Cook 99 

My Dear Old Home 100 

Republican Primary 101 

John R. Donnelly 101 

Children's Day at State Road M. E. Church 101 

Extracts from the Pennsylvania Farmer 102 

Dates of Deaths in Family 104 

Beauty of Crawford County 105 

Commencement Day at Allegheny College 107 

Fourth of July, 1890 108 

Trip to Conneaut Lake 109 

Ebenezer Harmon Ill 

Death and Funeral of Capt. Leslie 112 

Reminiscence of Pember Waid 112 

Distribution of My Second Souvenir 114 

Death of "Aunt Polly " Morehead 116 

The Robert Morehead Family 116 

Marriage of Rev. G. S. W. Phillips 120 

Sudden Death of Brother Ross Lane 121 

Extract from the Meadville Tribune 123 

Family Worship 125 

Erie Conference at Oil City, Penn 126 

Some Short Journeys 128 

Gifts from Alfred Huidekoper 131 

Wedding of Grant B. Babcock and Kate M. Simmons 132 

Death of Mrs. Maria Long 134 

Journey to Jamestown (N. Y.), etc 136 

Visit to the County Almshouse and Farm 137 

Death of George Dewey 137 

Death of Lorenzo Williams 138 

Little Floyd Fleming's Example 139 

■• Multitudes, Multitudes in the Valley of Decision " 142 

( )ld Books and Old Letters 144 

" I am Monarch of all I Survey " -. 146 

The Attraction of the Bible 149 

Golden Wedding of Mr. and Mrs. John Roudebush 150 

Some Home Meditations 152 

" Sugaring " 153 

Death and Funeral of Samuel B. Long 156 

My Assessment for 1891 in Woodcock Township 158 

A Lowering Cloud 158 

The " Silver Lining " 159 

Death and Funeral of John R. Donnellv 160 


Letter from Hosea Smith 162 

Death of S. W. Kepler, of Meadville 165 

Golden Wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Laban Smith 165 

Requests for copies of Souvenir, and Criticisms 1(38 

Visit to Greendale Cemetery 1 70 

" Help Just a Little" 173 

Some More Old Letters and Books 174 

Death of James Smith and Little Willie Williams 176 

Work on Our Farms 177 

Death and Funeral of Mrs. Margaret C. Irvin 182 

Horace Cullum : 182 

" Truth," as an Article of Merchandise 184 

Arrival of Spring 1 85 

My Fifty-eighth Birthday 186 

Trip to Warren County, Penn 189 

Sundry Visits 194 

Funeral of Mrs. Adam Morris 197 

Silver Wedding of Charles and Nancy Wygant 199 

Shingle Buying at Little Cooley 201 

The Charm of Country Life 202 

Decoration Day 203 

Letter from Bishop W. F. Mallalieu 204 

Funeral of Mrs. Martha Cobb 207 

" Children's Day " at the M. E. African Church 209 

Wedding of Albert Sherman and Mertie M. Wheeler 211 

Allegheny College Commencement Exercises 211 

The word " Blessed " in the Bible 215 

The " Fourth of July " 219 


Concerning my Second Souvenir etc 227 263 

Little Harry Cutshall's Letter 263 

My Mother's Old Letters 264 

" The Successful Farmer " 266 

Partial List of Names -of Teachers 268 

Record of the Lord and Waid Families 269 

Record of Francis C. Waid's Family 270 

Record of Andrew G. Waid's Family 271 

Record of Cyrus Goodwill's Family 271 

Family Record of Eleazer and Lois C. Slocum 271 


Stanzas by Mrs. Inez A. Hall facing frontispiece 

The AYaid Twin Monuments 273 

Errata and Emendations xiv 

Family Record 279 

In Memoriam F. C. Waid 275 


Page 29: Thirteenth Hue from top, read Valley Chapel for Chapel 

Page 34: Seventh and eighth lines from top should read: Soon after 

my arrival at the .station I met Andy Pitcher up town, driving trans- 
fer wagon. [I wish to here add that our next happy meeting was 

in Meadville, Penn., on my return home from Michigan, August 

14, 1891.] 
Page 39 : Twentieth line from top, read I saw the largest corn for 

largest field of corn. 
Page 44: In first footnote it should read that Mrs. Frank Jackson is 

from Titusville, Penn., and Mrs. Almira Jackson from New York. 
Page 80: In footnote (Andrew CI. Waid's letter), read the wooden 

bowls for their wooden bowls. 
Page 83: Sixth line from bottom of last paragraph, read in her nine- 

tietli year for eighty-ninth. 
Page 93: Second line from bottom (of last paragraph), read Radle for 

Page 97: Third line from top, read Mrs. Olive Heller for Oliver 

Page 97: Sixth line from top, should be stated that I helped to chain 

or measure off the lot. 
Page 113: Fifth line from top, read 8. K. Paden for S. E. Paden. 
Page 113: Nineteenth line from top, read ,/. //. Reynolds for J. R. 

Page 136: Second footnote: Mr. Washburn died May 9, 1891, in his 

eighty-eighth year. 
Page 190: End of first paragraph: Mr. Danford Van Guilder died 

August 24, 1891. 
Page 194: Eleventh line from top occurs the name of Mrs. Jane 

Adams; since it was in type I have learned of her death. 

Page 197 
Page 206 
Page 207 

In last paragraph appears name Morris — should be Norris. 
The date in fourteenth line from bottom is 1845. 
Twentieth line from top, before my arrival should read at 
time of my arrival. 
Page 231: Last two lines, read Goodwill for Goodwille. 


Page 232 
Pa are 233 

Page 237 
Page 252 

Seventeenth line from top, read Francis L. for Francis D. 

Fourteenth line from top, read Frances for Francis. 

Eleventh line from top, read Ridle for Riddle 

I am truly glad I received the letter from Mr. David 8. 
Keep, ex-register and recorder of deeds for Crawford county, 
Penn.; more satisfaction came afterward, however, in shaking- 
hands with him and his wife and son at our home. The desire he 
expresses in his letter was granted, but the visit we both wished 
for was not then made, and never will be in this life, for he died 
October 17, 1891; yet I believe we shall know each other there — in 


AH. 1884. 

("the NEW YORK 


TiLDE .aTK^S. 



"Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling; that is, 
making a visit to other towns, cities or counties, besides those in which 
we were born and educated." 

Dr. Isaac Watts. 

HAVING made necessary arrangements for an ex- 
tended trip to Kansas and other points in the West, 
my son Guinnip P. and I set out from Meadville, on Tues- 
day, January 21, 1890, via the New York, Pennsylvania & 
Ohio and the Chicago & Atlantic Railroads for Chicago. 
Here I did some business with my publishers, J. H. Beers 
& Co., a (iter which we visited Lincoln Park; but the 
weather proved cold and uninviting. In the evening we 
continued our journey westward via the Santa Fe route, and 
on the morning of the 24th arrived in good health and 
spirits at the home of my father-in-law, Freeman Tyler, 
near Norwood, Franklin Co., Kas., our only break worthy of 
mention in the run from Chicago being at Kansas City, 
where Guinnip and I took a jaunt on the cable cars, 
along with my old friend John Cavinee, whom we met at 
the station. I found the Tyler family all well except my 
wife Anna, who was still in delicate health, although 


somewhat better than she had been. They are having 
fine winter weather here, and the sleighing is excellent.* 

On Sunday, January 26, Rouellef Tyler, Guinnip 
and I went to the Christian Church at Norwood, where 
we listened with pleasure and profit to an able sermon 
preached by Rev. Johnson, whom I heard when here be- 
fore. After the services I had a brief interview with 
him, and also saw many members of the congregation 
whom I had met on previous occasions. Among them 
were Albert Tyler and his wife, and in the afternoon 
Guinnip and I went to their home for a brief visit. 

January 27 is one day in the year I always hold in 
the deepest respect and reverence. It is the anniversary 
of the death of my revered father, Ira C. Waid, who 
peacefully passed from earth twenty years ago. During 
the day Rouelle, Guinnip and myself went to Ottawa 
where I transacted some business at my banker's. The 
snow has disappeared, and the ice is broken up on the 
river (the "Marais aux Cygnes ") which is much swollen, 
and is carrying down immense quantities of ice and drift- 
wood. On the following day, in company with Guinnip, 
I visited Albert Tyler, and took a look over his place, 
which embraces 160 acres farm land, and 40 partly cov- 
ered with timber, about a mile from his home. On the 
29th Albert drove us to Ottawa, where Guinnip took train 
home to Meadville via Kansas City, St. Louis, Cincinnati, 
&c. I am glad two of my sons, Franklin and Guinnip, 
have visited Kansas and seen my father-in-law's folks. It 
has all along been my desire that they should become ac- 
quainted with each other, the tendency being thereby to 

*In fact the best sleighing I ever saw in Kansas. It was not only unexpected 
but the first I had seen this winter. The winter of 1889-90 was, in this part of 
Kansas at least, the mildest known for many years: also in Crawford County, 
Penn., the winter was so mild that fruit trees were advanced and the fruit after- 
ward killed by early frosts. 

tHis full name is Rouelle Putnam Tyler. 


produce good rather than evil, which is my purpose — in 
short, to promote the peace and harmony Avhich I hope 
may ever exist between us all ; and may the Lord help us so 
to live that our days may end with tranquility and under 
His blessing. My object in life, as already proclaimed 
in my writings, is to do good, and when accomplishing 
this object I ever feel within me a peace above all earthly 
dignities — a still and quiet conscience. 

Sunday, February 2, being unpleasant outside, and 
the roads in bad condition, was spent indoors by us at 
home. Rouelle read to us — Mr. and Mrs. Tyler, Hattie, 
little Vera and myself— from a very interesting book by 
Rev. J. H. Ingraham, entitled " The Prince of the House 
of David, or, Three Years in the Holy City;" I consider 
it one of the best Bible stories I have ever read or heard 
read, it is written in the form of letters with answers 
thereto, the headings of some of which are: "Heaven our 
Home " and " We have no Saviour but Jesus, and no 
Home but Heaven," and are supposed to be a corres- 
pondence in writing carried on between one "Adina" 
and her father, "Rabbi Amos." I love the book, for it 
is so replete with Bible truths. It presents Holy Writ 
in a manner I have never seen excelled in beauty; in 
fact both "Adina's" letters and her father's replies are 
too full of Scriptural language for my pen to describe 
them with anything like justice; they seem to bring one to 
the actual spot where Jesus may be, and into His very 

The weather is now (Monday, February 3,) getting 
springlike, and there are many noticeable indications, 
such as wild geese flying northward, and the ever-welcome 
frogs heralding spring's advent in their oavii peculiar 
euphonius manner. On Tuesday the thermometer stood 
at 74°, so we thought it a good day to drive to Ottawa. 


which we did — Hattie, Vera, Anna, Eonelle and myself. 
While there I called to see my old friend, Maurice Mc- 
Mullen, secretary of the Y. M. C. A., having been so 
requested by his mother, who lives in Meadville, Penn. 
I also met Harry Brown, formerly of Meadville, Mr. 
Cook (merchant) and Eev. E. C. Boaz, who officiated at 
the marriage of myself and Anna; and I am here re- 
minded that last Saturday I had the pleasure of meeting 
Mr. Sherman, and also Mr. C. C. Minton, cashier of the 
First National Bank of Ottawa. 

Shortly after three o'clock we started for home, and 
as coincidences are sometimes interesting in the relating 
thereof, I will briefly mention one that occurred to-day: 
We drove to Ottawa and back with a span of horses, and 
at a particular spot on the road near home, where it was 
muddy, one of our single-trees broke, and on our return 
home, at the very same place, our double-tree came to 
grief in a similar manner! These accidents did not, 
however, detain us any great length of time. 

On Wednesday the thermometer took a drop to 42°. 
but that "set-back" in the weather did not deter many of 
the farmers from prosecuting their spring ploughing, a 
duty essential to the existence of mankind, a sense of 
which duty no real farmer is devoid of. Man has five 
senses — seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling — 
but some writer speaks of a sixth sense, the " sense of 
duty." On the evening of Thursday (February 6,) Anna, 
Bouelle and I visited a near neighbor, Mr. Patterson, 
and during that night the snow fell two or three inches, 
but by Friday afternoon it had entirely disappeared. 

On Saturday, February 8, accompanied by Kouelle and 
Hattie, I drove to Ottawa, and while there we visited 
the Free California Exhibit, which consisted of two rail- 
road cars filled with specimens of the products of that 


great State; and so delighted and interested was I in the 
display that I went to see it in all four times. Among 
the numerous things shown, as evidences of the wonder- 
ful fecundity of that favored portion of the Union, were 
two Irish potatoes weighing seven pounds and three and a 
half pounds, respectively; a pumpkin that tipped the scale 
at 150 pounds, and others even larger; there were also 
a sweet potato weighing twenty-four pounds, a grape-vine 
measuring in height thirty-six feet, eight inches, an 
ostrich's egg, and a young ostrich fourteen days old ; also 
the section of an orange tree fifty-six years old, which 
attracted much attention ; while the samples of grain on 
the stalk — wheat, oats (nine feet high), rye and barley — 
for size and quality were simply wonderful! There was 
a magnificent display of all kinds of Southern California 
fruit, and the pears shown were the largest I ever saAv, 
some weighing five pounds each ; silk, cotton, honey, 
native wines and other liquors were also exhibited. 

On Sunday, February 9,1 attended the Christian Church 
at Norwood with Anna, Hattie Iiinger and Rouelle, and 
heard an excellent discourse from the lips of Rev. John- 
son, with whom I again had a brief conversation at the 
conclusion of the services. He spoke of the Huidekoper 
family, of Meadville, also of Mrs. Shippen,* with whom I 
am acquainted, particularly the latter, as I used to fur- 
nish her with many farm products in the "days of long 
ago " when I marketed in Meadville. I was in time to 
enjoy a portion of the Sunday-school exercises, and I 
found everything profitable and interesting to the very 
close. The day was beautiful, and as I was in compara- 
tively better health and spirits, I enjoyed this Sabbath 
day and its privileges all the more. Anna, as I have 
said, was enabled to accompany me, although her health is 

*I ever think of Mrs. Shippen as a clear friend and Christian woman whose 
influence lives. The nobility of the soul exists for ever in kind hearts. 


still far from satisfactory; and I was glad to have her 
with me, for this is the first (and only) time, so far, we 
have had the pleasure of attending church together in 
Kansas, though while she was in Pennsylvania we at- 
tended church regularly, her health being then appar- 
ently better. 

In the afternoon Rouelle completed the reading of 
that interesting little work I have already mentioned, 
" The Prince of the House of David, or, Three Years in 
the Holy City." Taking it altogether I believe we spent 
a very pleasant and profitable Sabbath, in a manner, too, 
that I trust has brought us " a day's march nearer home " 
in safety. 

On the following day, the weather continuing fine, 
Anna, Rouelle and I proceeded to Ottawa, where Anna 
consulted Dr. S. B. Black in regard to her health, and he 
spoke favorably as to her going to Clifton (Kas. ), to 
visit her brother, Dr. DeWitt C. Tyler, and also as to 
her returning to Pennsylvania in April or May. After 
a final visit to the California Exhibit I bade Anna and 
the others good-bye, and took the train for Admire, Lyon 
County, same State, as I was longing to make a call on 
my cousins, Mr. and Mrs. Fred D. Putnam. I got off 
the train at Admire about 4 p. m., and walked back on 
the track about a mile to 142-Mile Creek, where Sidney 
Putnam, Fred's father, lives, only a short distance from 
Fred's place, which I reached about 5 p. M. About the 
first thing I said to Mrs. Lydia Putnam was, " Is the 
strawberry ripe? " in allusion to an incident that occurred 
May 16, 1889. On that day I was here on a visit, and 
a single strawberry which had turned red was brought 
in, attracting our attention. They then wished me to 
stay till they would have strawberries to put on the table, 
but I had to leave before they were sufficiently ripe. 


(This is iny third visit to Mr. and Mrs. Putnam's). Mrs. 
Phillips, a half-sister to Fred D. Putnam's mother, and 
whose mother died twenty years ago, sat down to supper 
with us. Her husband, who is a farmer living between 
Mr. Putnam's place and Emporia, drove over to Mr. Put- 
nam's this morning, and leaving his wife here went to a 
horse sale near Admire. 

In the afternoon of the 11th I went with Mr. Putnam 
to 142-Mile Creek, a little beyond which his farm ex- 
tends, and here he showed me his bit of timber land. 
We fed the herd of cattle and cut and took home a load 
of Doles, with which Mr. Putnam intended to build a 
fence. Soon after getting back, home, Mr. Phillips called 
for his wife, and in the course of conversation with him 
I found he had come from Pennsylvania some thirty-four 
years ago. On the 12th I returned to Norwood, where I 
found, to my great sorrow, my dear wife very unwell, 
having been taken suddenly ill during my absence. I 
am pleased to be able to say, however, that she recovered 
sufficiently to accompany me to Clifton, a pretty town 
distant from Norwood 143 miles, whither we set out by 
rail on the morning of the 15th, our route being via 
Media, Baldwin, Vinland, Sibley, Lawrence (change 
cars), Williamstown, North Topeka (junction), Topeka, 
Silver Lake, Eossville, St. Marys, Wamego, Manhattan, 
Ogdensburg, Port Riley, Junction City (change cars), 
Alida, Milford, Wakefield, Broughton and Clay Centre. 


Clifton, Kansas. 

We arrived at Clifton at 6 p. m., where we found Dr. 
Tyler * awaiting us at the depot. His home is a short 
distance from the station, and here we were most cor- 
dially welcomed by the Doctor's wife, Mary, and her sis- 
ter Florence, as well as by Frank, the Doctor's bright 
little five-year-old boy. On the 16th (Sunday), Dr. 
Tyler having a consultation engagement at Grant (a 
place about seventeen miles from Clifton) with Dr. 
Hovey, of Haddam (a town six miles from Grant), in the 
case of John Lindsey, who had a serious attack of the 
"grippe," I accompanied him, arid on the way we saw 
corn lying in large heaps on the ground, some of it being 
shelled; indeed, we learned that nearly all the farmers 
thereabouts keep their corn in that way. 

On our drive we passed the farm of Frank Seibert, 
an agriculturist of considerable note, and we observed 
that a good deal of limestone is used in the building of the 
farm and other houses about Grant; years ago, so I was 
informed, there used to be a limekiln in operation. In 
the evening I went with some of the Doctor's family to 
the Presbyterian Church in Clifton, where we partici- 
pated, as auditors, in two services, one by the "Chris- 
tian Endeavor," the other being the regular service, with 
sermon by Rev. Wilson. 

February 17. — I learned that 230 loads of corn were 
taken in on Saturday, and that three cars were loaded 
this morning, it taking thirty minutes to load a car, each 
load holding from fifty to sixty bushels. After dinner 
little Frank and I walked to a place called Vining, in 

*When some time ago I saw Dr. Tyler's photograph, I intuitively knew that 
I would like him, and when I became personally acquainted with him during this 
visit I was in no way disappointed. On our meeting, as above mentioned, Anna 
asked me whom he looked like, and I replied after a second look, that I thought 
he looked like Dr. D. C.Tyler; yet afterward I said that I thought he more re- 
sembled her brother Albert. 



Clay County, about one mile from Clifton, while Anna 
and Mrs. Tyler went to see Dr. Frank Tyler, a cousin 
and partner of Dr. D. C. Tyler, and who lives close by. 
Little Frank and I strolled about Vining, visiting the 
grain elevator, etc. Three railroad lines touch at or pass 
near Vining, viz. : The Union Pacific, the Missouri 
Pacific and the Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific* The 
town has a smaller population than Clifton, and has but 
one church and one elevator, whilst the latter has two 
churches and three elevators. On our return we found 
Mrs. Scovell visiting Mrs. Tyler; afterward, Anna and I, 
in company with Mrs. D. C. Tyler, called on Dr. Frank 
Tyler, and while we were there Mrs. Wilson, wife of the 
Presbyterian pastor, called to see Mrs. D. C. Tyler. 

Grand Island, Nebraska. 
On February 18, leaving Anna at her brother's, on 
account of her poor health, I proceeded alone (with her 
consent, as she was desirous I should go to see my 
friends) to Grand Island, Neb., 253 miles distant by 
the route I took, and which I had visited in Novem- 
ber, 1880, with my brother, G. N., and brother-in-law, 
G. W. Cutshall, on which occasion we called on Judge 
Fleming at St. Paul, the county seat of Howard County, 
Neb. The scenery on the journey I found very pictur- 
esque and varied — hills, valleys, bluffs, woods, rocks and 
prairie land, with occasional deposits of snow where it had 
drifted — then there were to be seen, here and there, some 
"dugouts," relics of the homes of early settlers. At 
Marysville I arrive at 6 p. m., and am informed that there 
will be no train for Grand Island till 11:40 that night, so 
have fully five hours wherein to chew the cud of patience. 

"How poor are they that have not patience! 
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? " 

*These same lines come into Clifton. 


The time I utilized in part in strolling about the 
town, which has a population of some 2,800; the Union 
Pacific Eailroad runs through it both from east to west 
and from north to south. In the waiting-room at the 
station there were a lady and her dog (her sole traveling 
companion) philosophically passing away the time, like 
myself, till the arrival of the same train I was waiting 
for. I thought of the line in Shakespeare: " One touch 
of nature makes the whole world kin." She told me her 
name was Mrs. Truax, that she was of French descent, 
that the name of her canine friend was " Prince," and 
that she was on her way to St. Paul, Neb. She also in- 
formed me that she was acquainted with Mrs. Fleming, 
widow of Judge Fleming, who had died since my visit to 
St. Paul in 1880. Great was our relief and pleasure 
when our train pulled into the station and we found our- 
selves once more steaming along the iron road, although 
we had another "lay over" of over three hours at Fairfield. 
At last I arrived at Grand Island, and at 10 a. m. on the 
19th found myself in the office of Dr. G. W. Weter, my 
arrival being quite unexpected though most welcome. 
Dr. Weter, a Christian friend and brother, now more 
than ever fully realized and appreciated — separation for 
a time makes a glad reunion! 

I had really been looked for as a visitor ever since 
their coming to Grand Island, November 29, 1888. The 
Doctor had been our family physician in Blooming Val- 
ley, Penn., and he attended my wife, Eliza, in her last 
illness, so he seems to me almost like a member of the 
family. Miss Sadie Braymer, who lived with the "VVeters 
in Blooming Valley, came into the room along with Mrs. 
Weter, and in the evening, though very cold, we attended 
the Methodist Church, where revival meetings were being 
held under the direction of Rev. H. L. Powers, the pastor, 


who reported over one hundred having come into the fold 
of Christ up to that time. 

Grand Island (the city) is situated on the Platte 
River, which here opens out into channels, forming a 
large island called " Grand Island," from which the city 
takes its name, and on this island, so I am informed, the 
first buildings were put up. Afterward, however, they 
commenced building on the north side of the river, which 
is higher ground and more eligible for a town site, and 
now the entire city is on the north side. Grand Island 
is a thriving, busy place, having a population numbering 
some 14,000 souls. 

February 20. — To-day I visited the Nebraska Soldiers 
and Sailors' Home, which covers a quarter section of 
land. This is a State institution provided for not only 
soldiers and sailors, but also for their Avives and children ; 
hence suitable and convenient cottages have been built 
for the use of families. The Home, which is situated 
about two miles from Grand Island, is reached by street 
cars, and I was shown over the place in company with 
some eight or ten others, among them being Mr. Bates 
and Gen. Bates, of Pennsylvania, and Capt. Henry, of 
Nebraska. From the main building a fine view is to be 
had of Grand Island and the surrounding country. 
Among the 103 inmates I saw some aged veterans, whose 
march through life had about reached its close. 

In the evening Dr. Weter and I visited the rooms of 
the Y. M. C. A., and took a stroll through the business 
part of the city, the Doctor pointing out places of inter- 
est, and occasionally introducing me to friends of his as 
we met them. He also made me acquainted with his 
business partner, Dr. Sumner Davis, also with Mr. and 
Mrs. Hatch and her mother, the former of whom has the 
care of the Doctor's rooms. 


Among the many things the Doctor showed me in his 
office, in connection with his profession — things that a 
farmer knows little or nothing about — was the electro- 
magnetic machine, which he operated for my edification. 
It reminded me much of the electric apparatus my son 
and I once saw at Niagara Falls, where at night-time the 
electric light, which was produced in a building in Pros- 
pect Park, was thrown alternately on the American Falls 
and the Horse-shoe or Canadian Falls, illuminating in 
its range the museum, Goat Island, &c. I was in all sin- 
cerity pleased to hear from the Doctor's own lips that he 
*has prospered in both temporal and spiritual things, and 
that as a member of the most beneficent of all professions 
he was making many friends, good and true. 

February 22. — To-day Dr. Weter drove me in his 
buggy about the town, showing me some more points of 
interest new to me, and then we paid a visit to the beet- 
sugar factory, which is in course of erection some three 
miles from the town, and which can be reached by street 
cars. The concern covers ten acres of ground, and the 
building is to be two and one-half stories high. I be- 
lieve it has been started with a capital of $500,000, and 
I think there is only another of the kind in the United 
States, in California. The open prairie lying between 
Grand Island and this factory will soon be dotted with 
dwelling-houses, and already several building lots have 
been sold at good prices. On our return to the Doctor's 
office from our drive, I was introduced to a few more of 
his friends, among them being the principal of the school 
which the Doctor's children attend, and who had come 
from New York. 

On Sunday I had the pleasure of hearing Rev. H. L. 
Powers deliver a stirring sermon from the text, as he an- . 
nounced it, "From Genesis to Revelation," and at that 


meeting over one hundred individuals testified for Christ 
in less than ten minutes! On returning from church in 
the evening we found waiting at Dr. Weter's Mr. A. G. 
Greenlee, attorney at law, of Lincoln, Neb., so my desire 
to meet this gentleman was unexpectedly gratified. Mr. 
Greenlee at one time taught school in Blooming Valley, 
Penn.,* where he was favorably known, and he and Dr. 
TVeter are very old friends; they are within two days of 
being exactly the same age. 

Among other places of prominence Dr. Weter drove 
me to was the Fair ground, which covers 160 acres, and 
has a very level half-mile track, round which we drove. 
The sugar factory, Fair ground and the Soldiers and 
Sailors' Home are all west of the city, nearly in a line 
and not very far apart. Afterward we made a call on 
Kev. W. H. H. Pillsbury, pastor of the Methodist Church 
on the "South Side," which the doctor and his family 
attend ; Trinity Methodist Church, where they are holding 
the revivals, is on the "North Side." We were disap- 
pointed in finding Mr. Pillsbury from home, he having 
gone to attend a quarterly meeting in the country; Mrs. 
Pillsbury, however, entertained us most hospitably. 
They have seven children, the youngest of whom, Mar- 
garet, is a bright little girl of about five or six years 
of age, whose picture Mrs. Pillsbury handed me to 
give, on my return to Pennsylvania, to Dr. C. C. Hall 
(a college class-mate of Dr. Pillsbury), pastor of the 
First M. E. Church at Meadville, Penn., and with whom I 
am acquainted. She also spoke of Rev. T. L. Flood and 
others whom I knew. This visit, though brief and shorn 
of much of its enjoyment by the absence of Mr. Pillsbury, 

*My daughter-in-law Anna M. (nee Slocum), Guinnip's wife, attended school 
in Blooming Valley when Mr. Greenlee was teaching there, and she boarded with 
my mother in the very house of which she is now mistress. 


was a very pleasant one to me, and shed some more sun- 
shine on the pathway of my life. 

Dr. Weter next drove me to the City Hall and the 
Security National Bank, then to the old M. E. Church, a 
small building, "like a sheep pen," as Mr. Savage, the 
pastor, remarked, one that would not hold half his audi- 
ence. Thence we drove to the railroad shops where we 
had a fine view of the high railroad embankment, where 
it crosses the streets and extends on down toward the 
Platte River. We next proceeded clown the main road, 
which is an embankment similar to the railroad one I 
have just mentioned, but which is provided with deep 
ditches or channels like canals. We did not drive as far 
as Wood Creek,* probably half-way, and on our return 
homeward we passed the ice-houses and Harris' Park, a 
pleasant place shaded with abundance of trees. Thus 
ended what to me was a most enjoyable and profitable 
drive, rendered doubly so by the company and conversa- 
tion of my friend and guide, Dr. Weter. 

Sunday, February 23. — -A beautiful clay! The sun is 
shining resplendent in all its glory, and under its influ- 
ence the garb of winter is fast being removed from the 
bosom of Mother Earth. How I wish my dear wife were 
here to enjoy the day with me! 

In the morning Dr. Weter and I attended the Presby- 
terian Church, and were refreshed by listening to a 
remarkably interesting and earnest discourse by the 
pastor, Rev. Samuel Wykoff,f his subject being, "Ex- 
cuses," and his text Luke xiv: 20: And another said, I 
have married a wife, and therefore I cannot come. Mr. 

*Wood Creek assists Platte River in forming the island the city is named 

+Mr. Wykoff was at one time a resident of Crawford County, Penn., where I 
met him; in fact, my opinion is that he was born and raised in our township, and 
I think he told me of his boyhood days having been spent on his uncle's, Samuel 
Wykoff's, farm, where he grew up, as I understand. 


Wykoff introduced his subject to his hearers iu a prac- 
tical manner by speaking of a certain thorn bush which 
grew by the line fence on his uncle Samuel Wykoff' s 
farm in Pennsylvania; of how the cattle on each side of 
the fence would come to get the fruit of the bush, or to 
enjoy its shade, in consequence of which the fence was 
frequently thrown down. Thus "it was troublesome." 
Uncle Wykoff would many a time cut off the limbs of the 
bush, to apparently little purpose, so one day, in order to 
make sure work, he took an axe and cut down the thorn 
bush close by the root, thus effectively putting an end to 
the trouble. Rev. Caldwell, who had come to assist 
Mr. Wykoff during the revivals, was present. Five indi- 
viduals were received into the church — two young women 
and three young men — four of whom were baptized; and 
I was forcibly reminded of my own conversion and ad- 
mittance into the M. E. Church, at State Road, Crawford 
County, Penn., in 1851, then a young man of seventeen. 
As I was drawn toward Mr. Wykoff in his discourse, his 
eyes seemed to be attracted toward Dr. Weter and myself, 
and at the conclusion of the sermon he came down the aisle 
and shook hands with us. 

In the afternoon Dr. Weter and I went to the Y. M. 
C. A. meeting, the subject for the day being "Building," 
and in the evening we attended the revival meeting in 
Trinity Church. This church has now a membership, I 
believe, of 300, showing an increase of 140 members 
since the commencement of the revival meeting, a period 
of about five weeks. For this lovely and profitable Sab- 
bath day I am devoutly thankful to the Giver of all 
good. I have had shown to me, in His infinite goodness, 
so much favor and mercy that I ought to rejoice alway, 
pray without ceasing, and so continue in His love, that 
each Sabbath may prove another Lord's-Day journey 


nearer to my Heavenly Home. To this end there is one 
cardinal duty for everybody: 

" Do some good every day, 
Be industrious, obedient 
And honest." 

Lincoln, Nebraska. 
One hundred miles east of Grand Island, and in the 
very center of Lancaster County, Neb., stands the town 
of Lincoln, where reside my old friends Mr. and Mrs. J. 
W. Bowman, whom I wish to see before leaving this part 
of the West. Accordingly on Monday, February 24, I 
set out thither, as it is on my way back to Clifton, Kas., 
(for I have bidden adieu to my kind, hospitable friends 
at Grand Island). Mr. and Mrs. Bowman and I have 
not met for thirty -eight years, and the reader may well 
imagine that our reunion was a cordially happy one. I 
was sorry, however, to find Mrs. Bowman invalided and 
confined to her couch, yet we had a mutually interesting 
conversation about old times and old friends. Among 
many other things I learned in the course of our con- 
fabulation, was something about the late Matthew Smith's 
family, and Mr. Bowman jotted down as an aid to my 
memory some facts, in part as follows: Matthew Smith 
died March 31, 1884, Nancy, his wife, having preceded 
him to the grave, March 11, 1878; Jane (Cowen) died 
in October, 1881 (A. J. Cowen, her husband, lives on 
the old farm in Waterford, Erie County, Penn. ) ; Eliza- 
beth Smith died in June, 1884; Wilson Smith* lives at 
Rouseville, Venango County, Penn. ; Hunter Smith is a 
resident of Sheridan, Wyoming; grandmother Smith 
died in March, 1854. I will here relate how I became 
acquainted with the Matthew Smith family: In the fall 

*I visited Wilson Smith during September, 1890, but did not know where he 
lived till informed by Mr. Bowman. 


of 1852 C. R. Slocum, E. T. Wheeler and myself boarded 
with Matthew Smith, at Waterford, Erie Co., Perm., as 
we were attending the academy in that town, and so I be- 
came well acquainted with the family — Elizabeth, Jane, 
Catherine ("Katie," as she was called, now Mrs. Bow- 
man), Wilson and Hunter — and their parents and grand- 
mother I also knew very well. 

Iii the evening I continued my journey to Clifton by 
way of Wymore, Odell, Washington, Greenleaf, &c, and 
from Wymore to Washington I was glad to avail myself 
of a freight train rather than wait for a regular passen- 
ger. By this I gained about two hours time, and had 
the jolting and bumping thrown in, which was something 
like the weather outside — rather rough; but as I sit in 
the caboose and try to write a little in my diary, I con- 
sole myself with the reflection that "variety is the spice 
of life," and that "sweet are the uses of adversity." A 
violent storm of wind and rain prevailed as we crossed 
the State line between Nebraska and Kansas, which re- 
minded me that I landed in Grand Island in the middle 
of a snow-storm, and was leaving Nebraska under a sim- 
ilar meteorological condition of things. 

On the morning of the 25th I once more find my- 
self in Clifton, and at the home of Dr. D. C. Tyler, my 
health improved by the journey, and my soul refreshed. 
I find all well, including Anna, I am happy to say, and 
all at home excepting the Doctor himself, who had been 
summoned to a distance on business; and as Anna and I 
are now about to return to Norwood I fear we will not be 
able to bid him adieu, and thank him in person for his 
generous kindness and hospitality. 


Topeka, Kansas. 

On the evening of the 26th we pay a farewell visit to 
Doctor and Mrs. Frank Tyler, and next day at noon, 
having wished Mrs. D. C. Tyler and little Frank an affec- 
tionate " good-bye," Anna and I set out, via the Rock 
Island & Pacific Railroad, for Topeka, Kas., arriving 
about 4- p. m., and we then immediately drove to the resi- 
dence of Francis L. Sexton, where we met with a most 
cordial reception. Mr. Sexton, who is related to my 
wife, has been twice married, his first wife having died 
November 3, 1887, aged fifty-eight years, two months, 
nineteen days, leaving one son and two daughters, and 
Mr. Sexton married February 14, 1889, his present wife, 
a Pennsylvania lady. He is now sixty years of age, and 
bears his years remarkably well. Sylvester Sexton, his 
father, will be ninety-one years old on July 9, 1891, and 
his wife will be eighty-five in April, same year. Francis 
L. Sexton I love as a brother for his Christian walk in 
life, his social standing and his geniality of tempera- 

February 28. — We visit the State Capitol, where there 
is on view Col. Goss' collection of specimens of the feath- 
ered tribe, 800 in number, which in itself is worth going 
a great distance to see. The Historical Department was 
also very interesting, being replete with many relics, such 
as cannon balls picked up at Harper's Ferry; one of the 
500 axes carried to Virginia by John Brown* ; a dinner 
plate that once belonged to George Washington; a copy of 
every newspaper published in the United States, etc. In 
the State Agricultural Department there were on exhibi- 
tion various products, including raw silk, millet, several 

*The relics and pictures and bust of John Brown very much interested me 
as I live only about six miles from his old home, the noted Tannery in Richmond 
Township, Crawford Co., Penn., built in 1826, now remodeled into a pleasant and 
attractive home, owned and occupied by Capt. Austin Cannon. 

kinds of grain and clover, as well as stuffed animals, 
sugars manufactured in Kansas, and many other things. 
We also visited the House of Representatives and other 
places of interest in the city. 

Lawrence, Kansas. 

On Saturday morning we bade our kind friends, Mr. 
and Mrs. Sexton, farewell and took the train for Law- 
rence, Kas., only twenty miles from Norwood, where I 
stopped over to see some friends and spend the Sabbath, 
while Anna, on account of her health, proceeded home- 
ward. At Lawrence I hunt up and find Emery F. Hobbs 
(partly at the request of his mother, Mrs. David Roberts, 
made before I left Meadville), a son of Abraham Hobbs, 
who died in 1876 (I think), and with whom I was well 
acquainted. I knew Emery as a boy, but had not seen 
him for twenty years, and was now pleased to find him a 
prosperous carriage painter and trimmer, with a com- 
fortable home, a loving wife and a bright little three- 
year-old boy to cheer his hearth. 

Sunday, March 2. — I attended, along with Mr. Hobbs, 
the M. E. Church, and heard my good old friend and 
brother in Christ, Rev. James Marvin (formerly of 
Meadville, Penn.), preach from Psalm cxxxvi: 1: O 
give thanks unto the Lord; for He is good; for His 
mercy endureth for ever. His discourse entered into my 
soul and refreshed me much ; the more so as his familiar 
voice brought home to me happy reminiscences of days 
gone by — some fifteen or sixteen years, I think, since I 
last heard him preach. In the evening I again attended 
the M. E. Church, and as I entered the audience-room I 
was met by Mr. Marvin, who, in shaking hands with me 
remarked: "Mr. Waid, you are a good listener; I am 


glad you have come again." His text was from Matthew 
v: 14: Ye are the light of the world. The subject 
"light" is almost inexhaustible, and there are true and 
also false lights; some that lure to destruction, others 
that direct to harbors of safety. " Which light do you 
shed? " Mr. Marvin parabled his subject by speaking of 
the various kinds of light that are and have been from 
time immemorial in domestic use — of the old tallow 
candle, for instance, that required frequent snuffing to 
keep it from dying out. "Some Christians need 'snuff- 
ing ' badly," continued the preacher, " for their light, 
through sheer neglect, has become very dim and feeble." 
The only way to keep one's light ever burning bright is 
to be always doing good. So thought I, Francis C. 
Waid, as I "trimmed my candle" a little, so to speak, by 
subscribing ten dollars toward the children's Sunday- 
school window in the new M. E. Church. Let your light 
so shine before men, that they may see your good works, 
and glorify your father ivhich is in Heaven. 

Before leaving Lawrence I visited the Indian school, 
known as the Harkwell Institute. The farm in connec- 
tion covers 480 acres, on which have been erected some 
five or six large stone buildings arranged in horse-shoe 
form, as well as several smaller ones, and they are all 
placed on a rising piece of ground; in fact it is just like 
a little town " set on a hill, which caunot be hid," and in 
the center of all stands a beautiful little park. Being 
shown through the Institute by one of the inmates, an 
Indian boy of about fourteen summers, I was not a little 
instructed by what I saw and heard. There is at pres- 
ent an attendance of about 440, both sexes, and nineteen 
different occupations are taught. The boys and men are 
for the most part put to learning trades, for which there 
are separate workshops. Everything is conducted in 


the best of order, and the Avhole is under the immediate 
superintendence of Mr. Andrew Atchison, to whom I am 
indebted for much information regarding this benevolent 

On the evening of March 3, I arrived home at Mr. 
Tyler's, having completed one of the most interesting, in- 
structive and enjoyable trips I have yet made. I now 
found much to keep me busy indoors, considerable mail 
matter having accumulated during my absence, so I find 
that for some days there is nothing of any special mo- 
ment to record in my diary. 

On Sunday, March 9, I attended the M. E. Church 
at Chapel Valley, including Sunday-school, the lesson 
for the day at the latter being "The Great Physician." 
In the afternoon John Slaven (who is at present working 
at Mr. Tyler's) accompanied me to church at Oak Grove 
School-house, where we listened to a good sermon from 
the lips of Mr. Alfred Hamilton, a young student from 
Baldwin University, the subject of his discourse being 
Exodus xiv: 15: Speak unto the children of Israel, 
that they go forward. 

In the Pennsylvania Farmer I read of the death (on 
February 27th last) of E. B. R Sacket, of Mead Town- 
ship, Crawford County, Penn., in his seventy-fourth year. 
Among the last words he uttered were, so it is recorded: 
" My friends are exceedingly kind, and God is good." 
How simple, and yet how beautiful! God is good, the 
essence of all the teachings in the sacred book, from 
Genesis to Revelation, and, when uttered by a dying man, 
a sermon requiring no commentary. For the Lord is good; 
His mercy is everlasting ; and His truth endureth to all 


March 12. — This is the eighty-eighth birthday of rny 
uncle Robert Morehead. the only surviving member of 
Grandfather Morehead's family, so I wrote him a con- 
gratulatory letter. Spring work has now fairly opened 
up, and everything is awakening into new life, and every- 
body is busy. 

Ottawa, Kansas. 

On Saturday evening, March 15, I went to the Chris- 
tian Church at Ottawa, where I heard a good sermon from 
Rev. Reeves, the subject being: Can you be baptized 
with the baptism I am prepared with? On the following 
forenoon, there being no preaching at the M. E. Church 
in Ottawa, as the pastor, Rev. E. C. Boaz, had gone to 
Conference, I attended the Baptist Church, where I list- 
ened profitably to a good sermon delivered by a stranger 
whose name I did not learn. His text was selected from 
the gospel of St. Matthew, Chapter iii, Verse 15: Thus it 
becometh us to fulfill all righteousness. At noon I 
stepped over to the M. E. Church for Sunday-school, and 
as I was crossing Main Street I heard an aged gentle- 
man, a Mr. Devenport, say to a friend, ; ' I am going to 
Sunday-school," which attracted my attention ; so I waited 
for him to catch up with me, and then we two children — 
the one aged eight-one years and the other nearly fifty- 
seven — went together to Sunday-school. The lesson for the 
day was the miraculous draft of fishes, and the subject of 
discourse was the text: Fear not; from henceforth thou 
shalt catch men [Luke v: 10]. Afterward I took a ramble 
through Forest Park amid scenes not unfamiliar to me; 
the sun was shining brightly, and all nature seemed to 
rejoice at the advent of spring. 


I come! I come! ye have called me long! 
I come o'er the mountain with light and song! 
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, 
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth. 
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, 
By the green leaves opening as I pass." 

Id the afternoon I attended the Y. M. C. A. meeting, 
where I found some new friends, and met some old ones. 
Mr. Maurice McMullen, the secretary, on shaking hands 
with me at the close of the meeting, asked me how I en- 
joyed it, to which I replied, "Very much." The subject 
was "Investment," and several who were present spoke, 
giving their experiences, etc., and I fully intended to 
stand up and say something; but I allowed oppor- 
tunities to pass, one by one, till the meeting terminated 
without my having opened my lips. It was a trick of 
Satan, and I had not made the right Investment. How 
prone man is to seek some excuse for neglecting duty! 

Now, of this "Investment" I would here say some- 
thing: When, on January 10, 1851, at the old State 
Road Church near Blooming Valley, Penn., I called on 
the name of the Lord in sincerity and truth, I made my 
"Investment," which has been paying me liberal interest 
ever since — the best investment I have made in my whole 
life, satisfaction in full, the security being where neither 
moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not 
break through and steed. There is nothing for mortal 
man that is not included in this investment — our wants 
are all supplied. They that seek the Lord shall not want 
any good thing. There is another grand thing about this 
"Investment" — it is always "on the market," and can 
be made at any time during life ; and the best time to in- 
vest is early in life, in the morn- of youth; the sooner 
you invest, the sooner will you get good returns. Do 


you ask what they are? The Bible tells us in language 
that can not be misunderstood: Seek first the Kingdom 
of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall 
be added unto you. Thus by investing you have the 
promise of the life which now is, and that which is to 
come. Can we in any way make a better investment than 
to do right, to obey God when He says: Son, daughter, 
give me thy heart? 

In the evening I heard another remarkably good 
sermon at the "Stone Church " on the west side of Main 
Street, the subject of the discourse being the Prodigal 
Son. From this interesting lecture, the best on that par- 
ticular topic I think I ever heard, I learned new ideas; 
our faith harmonized, which makes heaven and brings 
peace to us. Before leaving Ottawa for home I visited 
the college (where I had been on a former occasion), and 
along with another visitor went to the top of the build- 
ing whence we had, with the aid of a telescope, an excel- 
lent view of the surrounding country. 

March 18. — The thermometer to-day stands at 76°> 
summer heat, and every farm is a hive of industry. 
Prairie fires were seen last night in almost every direc- 
tion, at first appearing in the distance, but later in the 
evening our neighbors started fires where they wished 
the ground burned over, and the aggregation of fires lit 
up the sky grandly. The prairie-grass, weeds and rub- 
bish are usually burned out here once a year, either in 
the fall or spring. To-day Albert Tyler had thirteen cat- 
tle dehorned. They were driven to Mr. Eeley's place, in 
the neighborhood, whither several other droves were 
taken for the same purpose. Freeman and Rouelle Tyler 
and myself were present to witness the operations. Three 
men, provided with necessary equipments and tools do 
the work, their charge being ten cents per head. They 


cut or sawed the horns off, either way to suit customers, 
though cutting is quicker and was preferred. This de- 
horning of cattle seems cruel, yet vicious or cross animals 
by the operation may be prevented from injuring other 
animals, and perhaps even taking human life. 


March 22. — I set out for Girard, Crawford County, 
Kas., where I wished to see an old Meadville friend, by 
name John Ramsey. On changing cars at Chanute I 
asked the brakeman if he was acquainted with one John 
C. Ramsey, " Yes," said he, " he is conductor on this 
train." So we soon met and had a pleasant chat about 
old times, and when we arrived at Girard I went direct 
to his home. Girard is a pretty town pleasantly situated 
on a rise of ground, having in its center a new brick 
courthouse* surrounding which is a fresh-looking park. 

On Sunday, March 23, Mrs. Ramsey and I attended 
the Presbyterian Church and heard an excellent sermon 
from the lips of Rev. John Currer, his text for the occa- 
sion being Psalm xxiii: 3: He restoreth my soul. The 
discourse was very comforting, and came home to me 
with much force; the words, He rcsioreth my soul, are so 
full of truth, and I felt just as David did. I thought of 
how the Lord had helped me over hewn places, and when 
sorely tried how graciously He had delivered me in the 
hour of affliction and deepest sorrow. His grace has 
been sufficient for me; I want to dwell in the house of 
the Lord for ever. This Sabbath in Girard is another 
day's journey Heavenward, and I love to sit in the sanc- 
tuary where I can hear the Gospel. My desire is to 
praise the name of the Lord, for it is good and excellent in 

* It was in course of construction, while I was there. 


all the earth. In the afternoon I went to the Y. M. C. A. 
meeting, where I was invited to speak, which I did, 
and in the evening again heard Rev. Currer at the Presby- 
terian Church. His text was the third commandment, 
and the sermon was truly a remarkable one. 

March 26. — Left Girard for Fort Scott, Bourbon 
County, Kas., and about the first person I saw at the 
station on arriving there was " Andy " Pitcher, who 
drives a transfer wagon, and whose nephew George, 
Samuel Pitcher's son, was killed on the railroad near 
Springfield, Kas., January 3, 1890. I knew George 
when in life, and in deference to his memory as well as to 
show my respect for the living, I visited Evergreen 
Cemetery, some two and a half miles from Fort Scott. 
This is one of the most beautiful, largest and best located 
cemeteries in the West; it was laid out in 1869 on the 
gentle slope of an eminence, and covers eighty acres of 
ground; the interments up to date number 2,163. To 
the superintendent, Mr. R. Garber, and his wife I am in- 
debted for their kindness in pointing out to me the last 
resting place of poor George Pitcher. On my way back 
to Fort Scott I saw the National Cemetery, which also 
rests on a sloping piece of ground. It is ten acres in 
extent, and is enclosed within a stone fence, the grounds 
being kept in the neatest of order by Frank Barrow, a 
good, practical man, whom I knew when he lived in 
Meadville, Penn., and with whom I had a good visit 
while in the cemetery. 

Among other points of interest visited by me at Fort 
Scott were the water- works, and from the top of the stand- 
pipe belonging to it (about 100 feet high) I had a fine 
view of the town and surrounding country. The old 
fort also attracted my attention. There are four Govern- 
ment buildings, one of which is used as a hotel ; and as I 


write these lines in my diary the landlady is preparing 
for me a lunch or supper, to be eaten where many a hun- 
gry soldier had eaten his meal. 

Paola, Kansas. 

March 2(3. — Returning to-day to Ottawa, I spend a 
few hours at Paola, Miami County, and visit the high 
school, which is built on a hill, from the roof of which I 
could see the Insane Asylum at Osawatomie, seven miles 
distant, and the hills and bluffs in Missouri; I am told 
that on a clear day, one might see twenty -five miles off. 
On descending from the summit of the school building, I 
w r as invited to look through the school, and was intro- 
duced to the superintendent, a very genial gentleman. 
In one department I found a class of five ladies reciting 
astronomy, and here I soon discovered what I much 
admired — the plain, practical method of teaching carried 
out in this institution. I much wished to remain longer 
and see and learn more, but my time was limited, so I 
had to hastily thank and bid adieu to the Professor, and 
take my train to Ottawa, whence I soon found my way 

Sunday, March 30. — Attended the M. E. Church at 
Ottawa, and heard Rev. E. C. Boaz preach a kindly ser- 
mon from John xv: 14,15: Ye are my friends, if ye do 
whatsoever I command you. Henceforth I call you not 
servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth; 
bid I have ccdled you friends. This discourse greatly 
helped me in my Christian life, and I would that space 
permitted me to say something about its teachings of 
command and obedience, and the wonderful blessings 
they bring, when complied with, in things either temporal 


or spiritual. In the evening I heard Rev. Myers preach 
at the Christian Church from James i: 27: Pure religion 
and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit 
the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep 
himself unspotted from the world. 

March 31. — To-day I start on my return trip to Mead- 
ville, via Kansas City, Chicago, etc., having wished all 
my friends and relatives ''good-bye," including Anna, who 
has decided to remain on account of the delicate condi- 
tion of her health. At Kansas City I stop over for a 
short time, and again meet my old friend John Cavinee, 
and also A. A. Whipple, with whom I drove about the 
city. At Armington, Tazewell County, 111., I expected to 
see my cousin Steven M. Morehead, but found he had 
moved to Minier, same county, which place I reached 
April 2, and there found him. With him I went to 
Tremont (also in Tazewell County), where we met Tem- 
perance Gibbs, who told me of Augustus Waid's three 
children — two boys and one girl. Horace Waid is now 
thirty years old, is married and living on a farm; Aunt 
Roxey is married to John Tolle, and lives in Rushville, 
Schuyler County, 111. Steven also accompanied me to 
Mackinaw and Hopedale (both in Tazewell County),* at 
which latter place we took supper at the home of his son- 
in-law,' Peter Eichelberger. It is eighteen years since I 
last met Steven Morehead and his family, and I think 
nearly as long since I last saw Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs and 
his family. To all of us this visit was most interesting 
and I might say remarkable; to me it was one of the 
most sociable and delightful I had yet made, and it 

*Minier is eight miles from Armington, Tremont sixteen miles from Minier, 
Mackinaw being about half way between them, where tliey change cars; Hope- 
dale is five miles west of Minier on the Chicago & Alton Railroad. 


proved to be my last one with Mr. George Gibbs, as he 
passed from earth May 13, 1891. 

Mr. Morehead and I having parted company, I pro- 
ceed on my way to Chicago, where I arrive April 4, and 
find myself the guest of a brother-in-law of Steven More- 
head, Charles H. Gibbs, a resident of Chicago, who 
kindly showed me about the city. I first became ac- 
quainted with him several years ago in Meadville and 
Blooming Valley. 

After a short business call at my publishers, J. H. 
Beers & Co., I again take train eastward, and on the 
6th arrive at Marion, whence I proceed to Springfield 
to visit my cousin, R. B. Devenpeck, who had recently 
moved thither from Brocton, N. Y. On the evening of 
April 8 I arrive at my good old home, my fourth trip to 
Kansas and the West having come to a close. Physic- 
ally, I am much improved in health ; intellectually greatly 
refreshed; and why should it be otherwise? "To have 
seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and 
poor hands." 



june 27 to july 4, 1890. 

"Time friendship's laws are by this rule exprest: 
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guestP 


At the hour of 4 o'clock p. m. on Friday, June 27, 
1890, I took train for Union City, Erie Co., Penn., where, 
after arrival, I called on Mr. and Mrs. Anderholt and 
Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Housnick and their respective fam- 
ilies, all of whom I found in good health. From there I 
walked into the country some two or three miles, in order 
to pay a visit to my much-loved old Sunday-school 



teacher, Charles Breed,* whom I had not seen for forty- 
five years; but learning from his wife that he had gone 
to Union City, I returned thither, where I found him at 
the home of his son-in-law, William Hubble, and the 
reader may well imagine the delight, to me especially, of 
this our first meeting in nearly half a century of time. 

I arrived in Jamestown, N. Y., on Saturday night, 
and was there well entertained by my cousins, Mr. and 
Mrs. Frank Colt. On the following forenoon, in com- 
pany with my cousin, Angeline Colt, I attended the M. 
E. Church, where we heard Rev. A. C. Ellis preach an 
eloquent sermon from the text Deuteronomy xxxii: 11: 
As an eagle stirreth up her nest, flidiereth over her young, 
spreadeth abroad her ivings, taketh them, beareth them 
on her ivings. Comment is unnecessary; but how won- 
derfully I was helped and blessed in my Christian life, 
by hearing this sermon! We may dine at home and for- 
get it, but when abroad, how we cherish the friend who 
has given us good counsel ! What a lesson I learned that 
day from his description of that noble bird and its care 
for the young eaglets, then God's care for us! In the 
afternoon Mr. Frank Simmons and I visited Lakeview 
Cemetery, where many of our relatives rest. Here also 
repose the remains of ex-Governor Fenton, the inscrip- 
tion on whose vault reads as follows: 

In Memoriam 

Reuben E. Fenton, 

Born July 4, 1819, Died August 25, 1885. 

Rest In Peace. 

From the first day I met Mr. Fenton, when introduced 

to him by Mr. Simmons years ago, I have loved him; 

*The names of the members of the Sunday-school class taught by Mr. Breed 
at the time I speak of are George A. Goodwill. A. S. Goodrich, C. E. Slocum, 
Franklin P. Waid, Francis C. Waid, and two others, one of whom was named, I 
think, Andrew Moore, all yet living, except my twin brother, Franklin P., and 
Andrew Moore. I believe my brother, G. N., was in our class part of the time. 


and to-day when I looked into the vault I thought of a 
good man and a true friend gone to his reward. In the 
evening Mr. Simmons and I went to one of the Baptist 
Society meetings, which are being held in the Opera 
House till their new church building is completed. We 
heard an excellent discourse by Rev. Waffle, the words 
of his text being: The path of the just. . . .shineth more 
and more unto the perfect day. On the following day I 
visited William and Martha Cobb, the latter of whom is 
my cousin; also called on Harvey Simmons, another 
cousin, who was out hoeing his potato patch. Harvey, 
who is somewhat older than myself, reminds me not a little 
of my father, both in looks and in his habits of indus- 
try. When I found him in the field I got me a hoe and 
helped him finish his job, which brought pleasure and 
satisfaction in full to me, for I wanted to help hoe those 
potatoes and have a chat about other days. Just as we 
got through, his brother, Adelbert, and his son, Frank, 
came in. Here I would say that on Henry Simmons' land 
I saw the largest field of corn that has come under my 
notice this season. From there I continued my journey, 
and on Tuesday morning, July 1, I was traveling by 
stage, first to Busti (where during the few minutes' wait 
to change mail, I had time to bid " good-day " to my 
cousin who keeps the store and post-office there) and 
then to Jamestown (where in the afternoon I take boat 
for a trip to Mayville and return). Just as I was going 
to the boat landing at that point I fell in with an old 
friend, King D. Fleek, who was raised in our neighbor- 
hood, and whom I have known from childhood. His 
father, David G. Fleek, who still lives near us, has a 
family of eleven children — five sons and six daughters. 
King D. Fleek is now owner and proprietor of the "Er- 
win Hotel," at Lakewood, whither he invited me to come 


and see him and his youngest brother, Frank, who keeps 
store there, which I promised to do on my return from 
Chautauqua.* "When I reached the latter place I put up 
as usual at "Matthews' Cottage," and here I learned, for 
the first time, of tins death of my old friend William H. 
Matthews, who passed from earth September 30, 1889, 
after an illness of but one day. Such is life ! 

" Friend after friend departs! 

Who hath not lost a friend? 

There is no union here of hearts 

That hath not here an end." 

The Chautauqua Assembly, of New York, is now in 
session, and I avail myself of the occasion to attend some 
of the lectures and exercises. Prof. Eccleston's lectures 
on some of the writings of Dante, one of the greatest 
poets the world has ever produced, and who lived 600 years 
ago, Avere good. The lecturer had selected Dante's " La 
Divina Commedia," the subject of the first lecture being 
"Inferno," the subject of the second " Purgatorio " and 
" Paradiso."f These two lectures were exceedingly in- 
teresting, the more so as they were illustrated with stere- 
opticon views explanatory of the several subjects. I be- 
lieve in the doctrine of future punishment, and of eternal 
bliss, as taught in the Bible, and if these two conditions 
can be made more impressive on the minds of people by 
illustrations in any intelligible form, I say all the better 
for mankind. I also went to see a sort of dioramic view 

*I have often thought of Mr. Fleek, our neighbor. He is such an industrious 
man, I do not wonder at the enterprise of his children. Mr. rieek, whose health 
has not been very good for several years, holds out remarkably well, though this 
spring and summer he has not enjoyed very good health. 

tDante was born at Florence, Italy, in May, 1265, and passed a peculiarly 
checkered life; he was a student of theology, a soldier, a politician, a chief mag- 
istrate, an exile, and the foremost among Italian poets. Dante's greatest work 
among his poetical writings is his " La Divina Commedia," a poem of world-wide 
fame, written while he was a poor wandering exile. It consists of three poems, 
or acts: Inferno (Hell), Purgatorio (Purgatory) and Paradisu (Heaven.) He died 
in Ravenna, Italy, September 14, 1321.— Editor. 

' is 



of the Holy Land, well worthy of a visit and careful 
attention and study, and attended Mrs. Emily Wakefield's 
lecture on " The Literature of the East," the subject 
matter of which was good, but the delivery I thought not 

In my more leisure moments I walked about the 
beautiful grove city of Chautauqua, which afforded me 
considerable diversion and not a little food for study. 
The streets presented a gay scene .of activity, the pedes- 
trians jostling one another as they hastened hither and 
thither — the studious man, the busy merchant, the in- 
dustrious mechanic and the merry pleasure-seeker — each 
on his own special mission bent. On the 2nd I had the 
pleasure of meeting and having a long chat with William 
•Glenn, who has lived here nine years, and who was 
formerly a resident of Meadville, Penn. 

On the morning of the 3d I set out for Lakewood, 
arriving there before noon, and here I remained about 
-seven hours, the guest of Mr. King D. Fleek. whose hotel, 
the " Erwin House," compares favorably with other inns 
at Lakewood. He showed his hospitality and kindness 
toward me by taking me to many points of interest in and 
about the town — such as the park, the cottages (includ- 
ing the double cottage known as "Gray Stone,") the 
" Sterlingworth Inn," the "Kent House," etc., from the 
cupola of which last named hotel we had a grand view of 
the lake and its beautiful surroundings: 

Ever charming, ever new, 

Ne'er will the landscape tire the view. 

After dinner Mr. Fleek and I called on his brother 

Frank, already mentioned, but who, unfortunately, was 

absent in Jamestown, whither business had called him ;* 

*Since then I visited him at Lakewood, and enjoyed a visit, at our home, from 
-Mr. Frank Fleek. 



but I had the pleasure of a visit and chat with his wife 
and father-in-law. Thence Mr. Fleek drove me to Ash- 
ville, some two and one-half miles distant, where I ex- 
pected to see not only my cousin, Mrs. Leander Simmons, 
but also Mr. and Mrs. Fayette Fleek ; on learning, how- 
ever, that the latter had gone to Jamestown, I called on 
Mrs. Jane Simmons, but had to make my visit very short 
as time was limited. On our return to Lakewood we saw 
Frank Fleek at the dock, just as I was about to say 
"good bye" to my kind friends and set off by boat for 
Jamestown, where I again remained over night at the 
home of Mr. Colt. Next morning I proceeded by rail 
from Jamestown to Meadville, where I safely arrived 
after an absence from home of a little over a week. 



PALL OF 1890. 

" Make new friends, but keep the old, 
Those are silver, these are gold; 
New-made friendships, like new wine, 
Age will mellow and refine. 
Friendships that have stood the test — 
Time and change — are surely best; 
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray, 
Friendship never knows decay. 
For 'mid friends, tried and true, 
Once more we our youth renew, 
But old friends, alas! may die, 
New friends must their place supply. 
Cherish friendship in your breast, 
New is good, but old is best; 
Make new friends, but keep the old, 
Those are silver, these are gold." 

Since we can pass along life's journey but once, why 
should we not make it as useful and pleasant as possible^ 


and by so doing share much of the enjoyment of this life 
with our friends? As the pleasures of the world are 
much like flowers, whose beauty and fragrance are free 
to all, so what is ours to give, that might brighten the 
pathway of others, is not ours to withhold ; and it is with 
these reflections, and the intent of doing good, I launch 
upon its voyage among my friends, in company with my 
previous writings, the record of my fifth trip to Kansas 
and the West. 

At 4 p. m. on Tuesday, September 30, 1890, I left 
Meadville, Guinnip's wife, Anna, and her sister, Bessie, 
seeing me off at the station. At about 9 a. m., following 
day, I arrived at Chicago, and at once paid my publish- 
ers a business and social visit, and at 2:30 p. m. I was on 
my way, via the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul Railroad 
to Monroe, Ogle County, 111., arriving at 3:30 same after- 
noon. Here were waiting for me my father-in-law, Free- 
man Tyler, and his son, F. A. Tyler, to whose home, four 
miles north of Monroe, I was immediately driven, and 
there I found my wife and her mother as well as some 
other friends. There was joy unalloyed in this meeting. 
It was one I had been anticipating many weeks before 
leaving home, as my wife had written to me from Nor- 
wood, Kas. (where she had been living for some consid- 
erable time on account of her health), that her parents 
had decided to pay a visit to northern Illinois, where 
they formerly lived, and that slie was to accompany them. 

Mr. Freeman Tyler came to Illinois in 1845, and lived 
at different times at Belvidere, Roscoe, Beloit (Wis.), 
Monroe and Sycamore, so that he not only became well 
acquainted with this section of country, but also knows a 
large number of people. True, many of his earlier 
friends and acquaintances have passed from earth, or re- 
moved to other parts; but some are yet left to greet each 


other when they meet. We have to catch the golden 
opportunity while we may, and such opportunities after 
years of separation are rare; yet occasionally we find 
them, as on the occasion of this propitious visit I am 
now speaking of. 

Ten years ago Mr. Freeman Tyler and his family 
moved from Sycamore to Franklin County, Kas., during 
which decade many changes had taken place; and it was 
while they were on the cars on that occasion that I first 
met them as I Avas traveling Avest to Columbus, Neb., in 
company with my brother, George N., and brother-in- 
law, G. W. Cutshall. And now here, in Illinois, I find 
myself, nearly ten years thereafter, enjoying the pleasure 
of a visit, with Mr. and Mrs. Tyler and Anna, to many 
spots familiar to them and endeared by old associations. 

Beloit, Wisconsin. 

On the following Thursday F. A. Tyler drove us (Mr. 
and Mrs. Freeman Tyler, Anna and myself) to Monroe, 
and there we took train for Beloit, Wis., thirty-five miles 
distant, where we paid a visit to Freeman Tyler's sister, 
Mrs. Almira Jackson,* and her husband, Mr. A. D. Jack- 
son, at whose home Ave stopped during our four days' 
visit at Beloit. Anna and I Avalked out together, and 
among many, to her, interesting spots, paid a visit to the 
house where her sister Hattie was born, and we met from 
time to time, while here, many of Anna's old friends. 
While we Avere at dinner Mrs. Frank Jackson and her 
mother, Mrs. Coombs,f called. 

On Sunday, October 5, I Avent to church with Mrs. 

*Mrs. Jackson is from Titusville, Perm., where I met her son's, Frank's, wife, 
who, with her mother, Mrs. Coombs, was visiting in Beloit while I was there, as 
above related. 

iMrs. Coombs has died since my return home. I think in January or February. 


Alrnira Jackson, and heard an excellent sermon delivered 
by Rev. William Alexander, a Presbyterian minister, the 
subject of his discourse being taken from Genesis vii: 
16: And the Lord shut him in. Before leaving Beloit 
we paid several visits, among those with whom we spent 
a pleasant hour or so being Mr. Jackson's son-in-law, L. 
J. Rogers,* and his wife, who have a beautiful home; 
another visit was to the old home of Freeman Tyler on 
Wheat Street, where incidents of interest to me were 

Sycamoee, Illinois. 
On Monday we went to Sycamore, 111., where we were 
the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Warren F. Peters, the former of 
whom kindly drove me over tlie town, and whose friend- 
ship I shall ever remember. Our five days' visit at Syc- 
amore were full of enjoyment, and among the many places 
we went to was (accompanied by Mr. John Sphon, a 
friend whose kindness is still remembered with pleasure) 
the old farm home where Mr. Freeman Tyler had lived 
thirteen years. We also drove to Elmwood Cemetery, 
where sleep their last sleep that good couple, Deacon David 
West and his wife, of whom I had heard so much; I also 
stood by the graves of the Waterman and Ellwood 
families, and jotted down in my memorandum book some 
of the tombstone inscriptions. Deacon West died Feb- 
ruary 4, 1890, aged eighty-four years. While visiting 
his son Elias C. West, who lives on the old homestead, 
he showed me over the farm, a good one, and made a 
call with us on his sister and her husband, Mr. and Mrs. 
Loves; we also drove to De Kalb to see other relatives, 
and I will not forget the kindness shown us by all whom 

* Anna and I met Mr. and Mrs. Rogers at F. A. Tyler's, in Monroe, in July, 
18S9, when we were coming home. 


we visited. Family prayer at the old home of Mr. West 
and other places, and many other pleasant experiences, 
all left good impressions on my mind. 

Mr. Peters and I paid a visit to the water- works, 
pumping station and the stock sheds. Among the latter 
is one for sheep, a very large building, having accommo- 
dation for many thousand animals, there being at the 
time of our visit no less than 7,000 enclosed therein. We 
saw the "good " sheep separated from the " poor " ones, 
and the process was very simple. The sheep were driven 
along a narrow passage way, the best grade animals be- 
ing let into a yard by themselves, while the inferior ones, 
by a turn of the gate, were passed into a separate pen. 
While in Sycamore I got a very fair insight into their 
method of farming in this part of the country, and 
availed myself of much useful information which I shall 
take home with me to Pennsylvania. 

We returned to Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Tyler's farm, near 
Monroe, October 11, and time passed away in a pleasant 
manner during the remainder of our sojourn with our 
kind friends. Mr. and Mrs. Freeman Tyler stayed at the 
home of Uncle Silas Tyler, Anna and myself at that of 
his son-in-law, Mr. E. Raupp. I may here mention that 
Asa L. Tyler, who had been a soldier in the War of 
1812, died October 2, 1882, at the age of ninety-one 
years, eighteen days, and his wife, Fanny, on November 
14, 1871, when aged eighty-seven years, eight months. 
We spent a day with Aunt Abbie, who gave us much in- 
teresting information about her six children, all of whom 
were at that time at home. On the 14th I went out with 
Mr. Freeman Tyler to the field, where his son Frank was 
ploughing with three horses and sulky-riding plow. I 


rode one round by myself, and then went several rounds 
along with Frank. From this field, which lies in the 
northwest corner of Ogle County, we could see several 
towns, among them being Belviclere, eighteen miles dis- 
tant; and we also had a view of three other counties besides 
Ogle, viz.: Wiunebago, Boone 'and De Kalb. 

Friday, October 17, being the twenty -ninth anniver- 
sary of the wedding of Uncle Silas D. and Aunt Frank 
Tyler, there was held a surprise celebration, during the 
evening, at their home. Forty people were present at 
this happy gathering, but among them there was only one, 
Mrs. Tyler's mother, who had attended the wedding 
twenty-nine years ago. On the following morning yet 
another friend came in, Mr. George Blackman, from South 
Dakota, a little late though none the less welcome. 

Among many others whom we visited in the vicinity 
of Monroe was Mr. L. Summers, who lives south of the 

Rockford, Illinois. 

Our trip to Rockford on October 22 I must not omit. 
Mr. Frank Tyler, whose kindness is worthy of remem- 
brance, and whose hospitality I will not forget, drove us 
(his father, his wife and son, Berna, Anna and myself) to 
that lively town, fourteen miles across a beautiful piece 
of country, by way of New Milford. Anna and I re- 
mained at Rockford a day or two with our friends, Mr. 
and Mrs. Leaiider Blackman, Frank and his wife and 
father having returned home. This is a busy city of 
nearly 25,000 inhabitants, and is noted for its factories 
of various kinds, its schools, seminaries, churches, rail- 
roads and its fourteen miles of electric street-railway. 
There is a fine square here whereon stand the courthouse 


(built in 1836) and jail. Anna and I paid several visits 
in this town, where she had spent many happy days in 
her girlhood, among her old friends whom we called on 
being Mrs. Kelsey, with whom she learned the millinery 
trade; also Mrs. Kelsey's daughter, Mrs. Howe, and Dr. 
E. J. Johnson, dentist. The Doctor's mother, I under- 
stand, was still living, a wonderfully well-preserved old 
lady, considering her patriarchal age of ninety-three 
years. Mrs. Johnson had recently returned from a visit 
to relatives in Athens, Penn., and Elmira, N. Y. 

On October 24 we returned to Monroe, and at once 
began makiug preparations for our departure for Chicago. 
Our several visits while in Ogle County have been the 
occasion of not a few large gatherings of relatives and 
friends — old and new — whom I shall ever remember with 
feelings of cordial fraternity. Heaven bless you and 
prosper your affairs, and send you peace. 

On the evening of the 27th Mr. and Mrs. Freeman 
Tyler, Anna and myself find ourselves in Chicago, and 
for the night we put up at the home of Mrs. Gibson, in 
Evanston, 111., some twelve miles from the Union Depot. 
Mrs. Gibson is a daughter of Horace and " Aunt Abbie " 
Tyler (the former of whom is deceased), and her husband 
is at present residing in Denver, Colo. She and her nine- 
year-old son, Harry, came to Monroe on the 11th of this 
month on a visit to her mother,' and while there invited 
us to call and see her when we should come to Chicago. 
While at Evanston we made a pleasant call, along with 
Mrs. Gibson, on Mrs. Eleanor Skelton, widow of Rev. 
Skelton, who was pastor at Sycamore for over three 
years; also called on Mr. Milton George, editor of the 
Western Rural, No. 158 Clark Street, Chicago, whose 


excellent paper niy father-in-law has taken twenty-eight 
years, and which I now take, having commenced as a 
subscriber since my return home to Pennsylvania, for I 
learned its value by reading it at Freeman Tyler's. 

Next day we proceeded to Galesburg, Knox County, 
111., where we were the guests of Mr. Chris. Tyler, a 
relative of my wife's people, a good-natured, pleasant 
man, whose family circle consists of himself, his wife 
and his mother, the latter now eighty years old. A Mr. 
Bennedick, who was visiting at Mr. Tyler's, drove us about 
the city, which has a population of some 20,000, and out 
to the cemetery. We enjoyed a very fine view of the 
place and neighborhood, including the two colleges, 
Sunbury and Knox. I had often heard Anna speak of 
Mr. Chris. Tyler, and I was now glad in having made his 
acquaintance and in spending a day in his company. 

Brookfield, Missouri. 

From Galesburg we journeyed on westward to Brook- 
field, Mo., where we arrived early in the morning of 
October 30. Mrs. C. H. Jones and her daughter met us 
at the station and escorted us to their comfortable home, 
half a mile distant, Mrs. Jones carrying a lantern, al- 
though the moon was brightly shining and the diamond- 
like stars were twinkling high in the heavens. Mrs. 
Jones is a widow, her husband having died three years 
ago, leaving her with one son, Charles (now twenty-two 
years old, unmarried, cashier of a bank at Mendon, 
twenty-four miles from Brookfield), and two daughters, 
Nellie and Ada, both at home. Mrs. Jones owns a farm 
some twenty miles from Brookfield. I had been suffer- 
ing for some days with a sore foot, which pained me 
much in walking, and as a consequence I was quite used 


up by the time we reached Brookfield, but a good rest 
fully recuperated me. This is a live, growing town of 
5,000 inhabitants, famed among other attractions for its 
excellent college. We were present at a well-attended 
entertainment given in the Y. M. C. A. rooms by the 
Ladies of Temperance in aid of the cause, and here Mr. 
Carter and family, with whom we went, introduced me to 
many prominent people. Dr. Brown, president of Brook- 
field College, Prof. F. M. Bradshaw and several others 
assisted in carrying out the program. Before our leaving 
Brookfield, Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Benson, of Laclede, 
Mo., and Mrs. Jones' son came to add to the enjoyment 
of our visit, which I will always remember with a great 
degree of pleasure. 

Early in the morning of November 1, we bade fare- 
well to our kind friends at Brookfield, and took train for 
Ottawa, Kas. On our journey we had a " stop over" of 
a few minutes at Kansas City, long enough to again 
shake hands with John Cavinee, of whom I have already 
made mention, and about noon of the same day we ar- 
rived at Ottawa, where we were met by Rouelle and A. 
W. Tyler with a team, and Anna and her parents went 
direct home with them, leaving me to follow later in the 
day, as I had some business to transact at my banker's. 
I found a large mail awaiting me, a budget in all of 
thirty letters, chiefly from friends acknowledging receipt 
of Second Souvenir sent them ; and I was glad I did not 
have these letters to read and answer while visiting, as 
it might have proven " too much of a good thing " all at 
one time. I can enjoy life better when its " sweets and 
bitters " are, so to speak, spread over equally or evenly, 
not coming in a lump. Mundane pleasures much re- 


semble the uncertain glory of an April day, and they 
are the sweeter to us when they arrive in small parcels, 
for " small showers last long, but sudden storms are 

On Sunday, November 2, I attended, in the morning, 
the M. E. Church at Valley Chapel, and felt myself much 
benefited spiritually by the discourse delivered by the 
worthy pastor, whose text was from Matthew xxvii: 22: 
What shall I do then with Jesus which is called Christ? I 
was thankful to have the privilege of hearing this excel- 
lent sermon, for it brought rejoicing to my heart in re- 
flecting that I had sought and accepted Christ in my 
youth. I thought, as I listened, of His preciousness to 
me, and I thanked, and continue to thank, His holy name 
for His great mercies vouchsafed day by day to me. In 
the evening I took part in the meeting of the Young 
People's Endeavor Society, held in Christian Church, 
Norwood. I love the good developed in all Christian so- 
cieties, and [ am thankful, I again repeat, for this day's 
privileges, as during the past month I had not opportuni- 
ties of enjoying them as often as I wished. 

The day for State elections being close at hand, and 
political meetings being the "order of the day," on the 
evening of November 3, Rouelle P. Tyler, Mr. Patterson, 
John Slaven and myself drove to Ottawa, in order to at- 
tend a Democratic meeting. Charles E. Eobinson,* ex- 
governor of the State of Kansas, a man of about seventy 
years of age, spoke with much force, his arguments on 
all the points at issue being very clear and instructive. 
His remarks on temperance especially pleased me, for 
they were sensible, impressive and to the point, plainly 
indicating that he was something more than a politician; 
in fact he did not leave the impression that he was not a 

♦When I was at Lawrence, Kas., I was in sight of Mr. Robinson's home, 
looking at it wistfully and wishing to visit him, lmt for want of time was unable. 


Christian. I was led to love the man for his human 
sympathies, and felt toward him as I do toward all good 
men, whose aim in life is to better the condition of the 
rest of mankind. There were some other addresses made, 
and the large audience did not disperse till a late hour, it 
being midnight when my friends and I reached home. 

On the following day the elections took place, and my 
brother-in-law, A. W. Tyler, drove me to Centropolis, a 
town about six miles west of Norwood, whither he was 
going to cast his ballot. Freeman Tyler and Eouelle 
P. voted in Norwood; I myself had no vote here in Kan- 
sas, but I could look on and wish myself just long enough 
in Woodcock Township, Crawford County, Penn., to cast 
my vote for the man of my choice as governor of Penn- 
sylvania, and otherwise support the Republican ticket: 
but being, as I am, many hundred miles away I can only 
console myself with the thought (and here "the wish is 
father to the thought 1 ') that when I hear from home I 
will learn that all for whom I would have voted were 
elected, and that my ballot would simply have added a 
unit to the Republican majority. 

I had never been in Centropolis before, so in this lit- 
tle trip I enjoyed a double advantage. There are three 
churches in the place, which is a fair index to its popula- 
tion, and it stands in the midst of fine farm land. As we 
drove along the road between there and Norwood we had 
a good view of the surrounding country, and were able to 
see as far as Baldwin City, in Douglas County. Minne- 
ola school-house, near Centropolis, was at one time, so I 
am informed, the State Capitol. 

On our return home I received a letter from Mrs. A. 
Bryant, of Amherst, Lorain Co., Ohio (formerly Miss 
Adelaide Wykoff), at one time one of my scholars at the 
old Cowen school-house, near Blooming Valley, Penn. 

The reading of this letter caused me much pleasure, re- 
calling as it did thoughts of those I love so dearly — 
father, mother, and my dead wife, whose memory I ever 
cherish. We are all now busy husking corn, and expect 
to be finished by the early part of next week. Mr. Tyler 
has this year about fifty acres of corn and twenty-five 
haystacks — twelve in one group — besides which he raised 
oats, flax, potatoes and other farm products. It would 
open the eyes of any eastern farmer who has never been 
in this western country to see the vast fields of corn and 
the immense cribs filled to overflowing, besides great 
quantities piled up on the ground. Mr. Tyler's potato 
ground having been grown over with a thick mantle of 
grass and weeds, it was thought advisable to set fire to it 
in order to facilitate the gathering in of the potatoes ; so 
toward evening, there having been a light sprinkle of 
rain, sufficient to considerably reduce the risk of adjoin- 
ing crops catching fire, we set ablaze the grass and weeds 
which soon disappeared from the field. A few days after- 
ward, we set to work to gather in the potato crop, which 
was done by plowing them out first; then, after picking 
all the potatoes that may have been turned up, the har- 
row was brought into use three or four times, the crop 
being gathered up after each course of harrowing; and I 
believe that is the speediest way. Four of us (Freeman 
and Kouelle Tyler, John Slaven and myself), with one 
team, gathered in during nearly a whole day only thirty 
bushels, hard work at that, as the crop was light; but the 
market price was high — $1.00 @ $1.25 per bushel. 

Well, this labor in the potato field and husking corn 
have helped to harden our hands, and it is said "there is 
no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand." I 
enjoy work and sunshine, for they bring with them cheer 
into our lives. Within the issues of labor is the fountain 


of good, which ever bubbles up a clear current of content- 
ment as refreshing to the wearied son of toil as the cool- 
ing stream is to the panting hart when heated in the 
chase. One day I timed myself in husking corn, and 
found I could husk one hundred ears in eight minutes, 
a little better than twelve ears in one minute; but this 
was a variety of corn easier to work than another kind 
we had been husking, and of it Rouelle Tyler, John Sla- 
ven and myself husked about three wagon-loads, or nearly 
a third more than we usually got through with in the 
same length of time with the other variety. 

On November 15, I received a copy of the Meadville 
Republican, which contained the sad notice of the death 
of two of my aged friends, at one time neighbors of ours; 
I allude to Mrs. Catharine Boyles, who died at Blooming 
Valley November 9, 1890, aged eighty-six years, and Rev. 
E. P. Pengra, who died in Mead Township, near Mead- 
ville, November 11, 1890, aged eighty years. I had known 
Mrs. Boyles from my boyhood, as Charles Boyles' farm 
was only a mile south of our home, and the last time I saw 
her was shortly before leaving home on my present trip. 
Mr. Pengra I had known for over thirty years, and his 
kindness and Christian advice I always appreciated; his 
memory with me is blessed, as I knew him, not only as a 
minister of the Gospel but also as a friend and neighbor, 
for he lived many years on his farm just west of us, and 
near the State Road M. E. Church. It is no wonder I 
loved him, for it was during a revival meeting in 1859, 
under his care, that my first wife experienced religion. 
When at home last summer, I paid Mr. and Mrs. Pengra 
a visit, and while there Dr. E. C. Hall, pastor of the 
First M. E. Church of Meadville, called in. Mr. Pengra 
was at the time in very poor health, and at the close of 
our visit Brother Hall led us in prayer, followed by our 


dear Brother Pengra, whom I had so often heard pray. 
That was the last prayer I ever heard Brother Pengra 

November 18 was a beautiful fall day, a fine one for 
husking corn, which we are now nearly through with. 
To me the 18th of November is a " red-letter day " in my 
life, for it was on that date, in 1880, I first met Miss 
Anna E. Tyler, who is now my wife. 

On November 19 we had still sixty-four rows of corn 
to husk, and at about 1 o'clock I had the honor of husk- 
ing the last ear of this year's crop on the Freeman Ty- 
ler Farm. The two large corn-cribs standing on the hill 
are heaped with corn so high that they present a grand 
appearance to the passer-by, containing as they do, be- 
tween 3,000 and 4,000 bushels. So our labor on Free- 
man Tyler's farm is about ended, and our work, on re- 
viewing it, has been satisfactory and profitable. We are 
thankful to the Giver of all good for His abundant mer- 
cies, for the honest labor He sends us that brings to us 
the calm rest of which the poet sings: " How sweet the 
rest of laboring man." 

My next husking was in assisting my brother-in-law, 
Albert Tyler, to get in his crop of corn, which also 
brought me much pleasure, for I went to the work with 
a cheerful will. Quail and rabbits are numerous in the 
fields, and one day I saw John Slaven (who had also 
come along to assist Albert Tyler), kill a quail with an 
ear of corn which he threw at it, and at another time I 
observed him knock over a rabbit with a similar missile. 

On Saturday, November 22, I went to Ottawa on 
business, and remaining there over Sunday I attended 
some of the religious exercises held at the M. E. Church. 
I was in hopes to hear Rev. E. C. Boaz preach, but was 
disappointed as he was absent in the country; his place, 


however, was ably and eloquently filled by Prof. Charles 
Quail, president of Baldwin University. His text was in 
three parts or divisions, with a view to collation, the sub- 
ject of the first part being " John ;" the subject of the 
second, " Christ ;" the subject of the third, " Satan." 
The words were: In those days came John preaching in 
the wilderness; then (2) Christ came to be baptized of 
him, suffer it to be so now, for it becometh us to fulfill all 
righteousness; and (3) id our Lord's temptation, Satan's 
words: If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down. 
Here were three individuals, of whom Christ and John, 
both good, met, and Christ and Satan, one good, the other 
evil, this last meeting illustrating the incontrovertible 
fact that wherever good is, not far off will evil be found. 

" what may man within him hide, 
Though angel on the outward side!" 

I wish space would permit of my speaking more fully 
of what is known as individuality, as portrayed by Prof. 
Quail — that is, the character of any one individual as 
compared with that of another; as, for instance, the con- 
trast between such men as Martin Luther and Napoleon 
Buonaparte; the professor leading up his argument until 
touching on the distinctive characters of the three indi- 
viduals spoken of in the text — John, Christ, Satan: How 
nobly grand that of John; how magnificently sublime 
that of Christ; how contemptibly mean and diabolically 
malevolent that of Satan, with his sneering, cynical " if !" 

In the afternoon I attended the Y. M. C. A. meeting, 
the subject of the day being " Putting away sin," as set 
forth in Proverbs xxviii: 13: He that covereth his sins 
shall not prosper; but whoso confesseth and forsaketh 
them shall have mercy, and "Man's part, God's part," 
| Isaiah xliii: 8 to 13.] In the early part of the evening 
I attended the young people's meeting, which was also 


addressed by Prof. Quail, the subject for the day being 
" Cross," and afterward I went to the Baptist Church, 
where I met at the door one of the ushers in the person 
of my old friend Harry Brown, the first time I had seen 
him during my present visit to the West. He kindly 
showed me a seat "well in front," where J. was able to 
hear, without any effort, a most interesting discourse 
from the lips of Elder Wood, his subject being chosen 
from the first Psalm, wherein David sings of the happi- 
ness of the godly and the unhappiness of the ungodly. 
The subject is so full of instruction and interest, and I 
so love this beautiful Psalm that I may plead no excuse 
for giving it a place in my Souvenir. 

Blessed is the man that walketh not in the council of the ungodly, 
nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scorn- 

2. But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in His law doth 
he meditate day and night. 

3. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that 
bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and 
whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. 

4. The ungodly are not so; but are like the chaff which the wind 
driveth away. 

5. Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment nor 
sinners in the congregation of the righteous. 

0. For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous, but the way 
of the ungodly shall perish. 

I could not wish this remarkably good day to close 
better than it did, filled as it was with privileges and re- 
ligious instruction; and I am glad I came to Ottawa to 
spend this Lord's-Day, for it has been to me a feast of 
good things, and I leave for home refreshed and better 
fitted for life's duties and cares. How true it is that 
labor in the Lord's vineyard not only raises the feeble up, 
but supports him afterward! 

Thursday, November 27, is "Thanksgiving Day," and 
it is as fair a day as one could desire. All nature seems 



to be shouting pseans of thankfulness to the all-wise and' 
benevolent Creator, and hymns of praise ascend to Heaven 
from every plain, every mountain and every valley: Let 
them praise the name of the Lord; for He commanded, 
and they were created; let every thing that hath breath 
praise the Lord. I am thankful for all the favors of 
life, and I ponder over the many blessings our Heavenly 
Father has poured on me. Hearing that Thanksgiving 
services were to be held in the M. E. Church, Ottawa, 
I proceeded thither, and had the pleasure of listening to 
an eloquent discourse delivered by Rev. Morrell, an Epis- 
copal clergyman, who chose for his text Psalm xix: 1: 
The Heavens declare the glory of God; and the firma- 
ment sheweth His handywork. Mr. Morrell spoke of 
God's goodness, and as to how we should pray and render 
thanks, For His mercy endureth forever. In the even- 
ing I attended another meeting held in the same church, 
and on the following day called on Rev. E. C. Boaz, whom 
I had not yet met during this my fifth trip to Kansas. 
Afterward I paid a short visit to W. H. Sherman, who 
formerly lived at Shermansville, Crawford Co., Penn., and 
who, till recently, held some county office here, with resi- 
dence in Ottawa. Last summer he and his wife had been 
East on a trip, going as far as Boston, Mass. On their 
return they stopped over at Meadville, Penn., revisiting, 
after an absence of seventeen years, their old home in 

Lawkence, Kansas. 

On Saturday, November 29, I took a trip to the town 
of Lawrence, which I had visited last spring, and again 
saw my friends Mr. and Mrs. Emery Hobbs, whom I 
found still well and doing well, as was also their little 


son Wilber. On Sunday I went to the M. E. Church, 
Sunday-school and class-meeting. Dr. James Marvin, 
the incumbent, preached an excellent sermon from Mat- 
thew xi: 5: And the poor have the Gospel preached to 
them. These words are Christ's own, uttered just before 
giving testimony concerning John the Baptist; and to 
properly understand the whole subject the chapter should 
be read from its commencement. In the afternoon, in 
company with Mr. Gibson, I attended the Y. M. C. A. 
meeting, the subject for the day being " The problem of 
life, and how to solve it." Then in the evening Mr. 
Hobbs and I went to the Congregational Church, where 
we were much edified by listening to a dissertation on 
the text John xx: 27: And be not faithless, but believ- 
ing. Before leaving Lawrence I called at Dr. Marvin's 
home to pay my respects to him and his family, and say 
" good-bye ; " and with the same parting salute to my ex- 
cellent host and hostess, Mr. and Mrs. Emery Hobbs, I 
started for my Norwood home. 


" ,r Tis ever common 

That men are merriest when they are 

From home." 


I am now come to the commencement of my fifth re- 
turn journey from Kansas to my Meadville home. On 
December 2, having bade farewell to friends and rela- 
tives, including my wife, who, it was deemed prudent, 
should, on account of her health, remain for the time at 
her Norwood home, I took my departure from Mr. Free- 
man Tyler's happy home. On the following morning I 
took train at Ottawa for the East, by way of the several 
cities and towns of which I will, as I proceed in my nar- 
rative, make some briaf mention. On arriving at Kansas 


City I stopped over in order to visit Wyandotte, where I 
saw the bridge the train recently broke through, the en- 
gine and five cars plunging into the river below. I also 
visited the cemetery, stand-pipe, &c. While in the old 
Indian burying-ground I noted down the following, which 
I found inscribed on one of the tombstones: 

Through sunshine and shadow 

He was always the same: 
Of the trials of this life 

He ne'er would complain. 

On earth he was humble, 

He sought not renoavn, 
He bore his cross nobly, 

His reward is a crown. 

I find in these two verses something so good, some- 
thing that satisfies me and fills a vacant place in my long- 
ing soul for good. I know there is much dross in our 
lives, but here is gold, nobility of a true manhood; may 
it shine forth in our lives as described on the tombstone 
of H. L. Long. 

Davenport (Iowa), etc. 

At Davenport, Iowa, I had a chat with my old friend, 
Michael Pitcher,* a farmer, who has lived here many 
years, and whom I had not seen since his coming West, 
in 1857, from Crawford County, Penn. His farm lies 
five miles west of Davenport, and he appears to be in very 
comfortable circumstances. Mr. Pitcher and I came to 
Davenport in the morning, and during the day I visited 
Rock Island, just across the river, then returned to Dav- 

*My visit with Mr. Pitcher was a very desirable one, for I had long been 
wanting to see him, and enjoy a look over his well-cultivated farm, on which lie 
has some magnificent cotton-wood (I think) trees which lie planted twenty-six 
years ago. 


enport, where I again saw Mr. Pitcher, and, wishing 
him good bye, revisited Rock Island, which place I left 
in the afternoon for Lansing, Iowa. I enjoyed this ride 
very much, as part of it, from Rock Island to Savanna 
(111.), I had never been over. The broad Mississippi 
Valley and the bluffs were nicely covered with a thin 
coat of snow, and in its purity the scenery was simply 
beautiful. I noticed that the hills or bluffs are much 
lower here than I have seen them elsewhere, and that 
they gradually rise in height as we go north; at Lansing, 
and perhaps a little farther north, they seem to be high- 
est—said to be from 400 to 500 feet in height. 

At Savanna I was agreeably surprised to find on the 
train a conductor, W. A. Wolcott, whom I at once recog- 
nized as having met first in 1880, when my brother, 
George N., and brother-in-law, G. W. Cutshall, and my- 
self were coming West; and afterward in the fall of 1881, 
when I traveled over this road in company with my wife, 
Eliza, and Mr. and Mrs Cutshall, both going and return- 
ing. I intend to send him, at Christmas, a copy of my 
Second Souvenir, for he is one of the kindest of con- 
ductors I ever met, and I wish him to have something to 
remind him at times of his wayworn, traveling friend, 
Francis C. Waid. At Lansing I had a cordial meeting 
with my brother-in-law, Willis Masiker, and family. On 
the Sunday I spent there we went to the M. E. Church, 
and heard Rev. Wyath preach from Luke x: 40, 41, 4?. 
Then followed the Sunday-school, and here I found my- 
self so interested in the lesson that I omitted to contrib- 
ute toward the collection; but I afterward said to the 
good brother who sat next to me: " I wish to double your 
Sunday-school collection, which your secretary reported 
as sixty-five cents," and handed him a dollar. Soon after- 
ward this brother rose to his feet and said: "A friend 
and brother from Meadville, Penn., has just doubled our 


collection." I was then hastily thanked, and. requested 
by the superintendent to address a few words to the meet- 
ing, which I did. 

At Lansing there is a very steep bluff, almost per- 
pendicular, from 400 to 500 feet high, to the top of which 
we ascended and had a fine view of the town, river and 
surrounding country. Now, in the Sunday-school I had 
seen a young lady, Miss Nellie Van Amberg, teaching a 
class, and I was told that not long since her fifteen-year- 
old brother Charlie, while trying along with some play- 
mates to reach a cave in this bluff, known as the " Indian 
cave," expecting to find some relics there, fell to the bot- 
tom of the bluff and was instantly killed. In the even- 
ing we first went to the young people's meeting at the 
M. E. Church, when by invitation I again addressed a 
few remarks to the audience, and then we proceeded to 
the Presbyterian Church, where we heard an excellent 
sermon by Rev. Hotchkiss, his text being from the 23d 
and 24th verses of the first chapter of St. Mark. 

The weather had lately been getting very wintry, 
the thermometer coquetting with the figures below zero, 
and as a consequence the Mississippi was frozen over, 
which enabled us (Mr. Masiker and myself) to cross it 
on foot into Wisconsin.* From Lansing my brother-in- 
law and I went to New Albin, about twelve miles distant, 
in order to pay our regards to Mr. W. H. Botsfordj- and 

Then Mr. Masiker returned home to Lansing, while 
I continued my journey to Winona and St. Charles, 
Minn. While waiting for my train at Winona (for I 
had to change cars there as well as at La Crosse, Wis.), 

*This was the first and only time I ever crossed the Mississippi Kiver on 
ice, and in our walk over I was possessed with both fear and pleasure; but my 
friend assured me of our safety, for he Avas used to it. 

tMrs. Botsford, who died in the fall of 1881, shortly after my visit there with 
Jane, Eliza and George, was my niece. 


I went to see the celebrated water-works tower, 210 feet 
high, the courthouse and many other places of interest. 
At St. Charles I visited my old schoolmate, Simeon B. 
Dickson, and his wife.* They have five children — two 
sons and three daughters — -Vernon L., the elder son, 
being in California, Elgin R., the younger son, at home, 
and one daughter married. In the afternoon we all 
dined with Mr. G. H. Miller, Mr. Dickson's son-in-law, 
and after dinner Mr. Dickson and I drove out to his farm 
of 120 acres, situated about five miles from St. Charles. 
The next place I journeyed to was Chester, in the 
adjoining county, and here I visited Thomas W. Phelps 
and some of his family. Much change had taken place 
among them since I saw them last in September, 1881. 
However I was more than pleased to find still at home 
the son T. L. Phelps (a school teacher), who is of the 
same age as my youngest boy, lacking one day. From 
Chester I went to Rochester, a lively town about six 
miles from Chester, and from there I went to Pine 
Island, sixteen miles distant, where I found my friend 
Mr. Warren Cutshall at work in his mill. He showed 
me over his property consisting of a snug little farm of 
seven acres well tilled, and his mill where he does various 
kinds of work — grinding, sawing, planing etc. He and 
his wife are now alone, their children, a son, L. A., being 
in Sioux Falls, Dak., and a daughter, Mrs. F. A. How- 
ard, being married and living in Sibley, Iowa. Mrs. 
Warren Cutshall was, while I was there, getting ready 
to set out on a visit to them.f This is my third visit here, 

*Mr. and Mrs. Dickson seem to be well situated, having a good home in St. 
Charles and a fine farm Ave miles out, besides some property in St. Paul, Minn. 

tA thought comes to me which the aged will appreciate, if the young do not. 
In my later years I have visited many homes where the parents, if living, have 
been left alone— children gone off (like young birds from their nests) to fight the 
battle of life for themselves, located, perhaps, near the old home, or, mayhap, far 
away from it ; yet the parents continue to toil on just about as they first com- 
menced. Such is life! 


and although I am unaccompanied by any one I enjoy 

it very well ; yet I cannot help thinking of my last more 

happy visit in 1881, when my first wife, Eliza, was with 

me to share the enjoyments of the trip. Much of the 

pleasure T. have now, at my time of life, is indulging in 

the prospect of some day again meeting those I love who 

have gone before to the "better land." This is a hope 

that springs eternal in every human breast, and, in the 

words of Coleridge, 

" Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, 
And hope without an object cannot live." 

O Lord give me pure thoughts, a clean heart and a 
contented mind, and let me pursue my journey onward 
like a true Christian till I finally arrive at my long home, 
in the "house not made with hands, eternal and secure." 

Lord, who lends me life lend me a heart replete with 
thankfulness for all mercies vouchsafed me. I have often 
spoken of a " contented mind," and for all the mental 
troubles that poor humanity is heir to I know of no bet- 
ter panacea than to be humble and good: 

" Tis better to be lowly born, 
And range with humble livers in content, 
Than to be perched up in a glistering grief, 
And wear a golden sorrow." 

On December 13, I find myself at Kasson, Dodge Co., 

Minn., whither I had come to visit Mr. Robert Taylor,* 

and his wife Amelia, the former of whom I do not think 

1 ever met before, but the latter I have known from her 
childhood, as she was one of my scholars when I taught 
school in the Cowen district, near Blooming Valley, Penn., 
in 1853-54. They have three sons, George, Robert and 
William — the youngest being eighteen years of age ; one of 

*My acquaintance with Kobert Taylor, the Christian influence of his pious 
example, and the kindness of his family to me, will continue in cherished memory 
while I live. True friendship never dies. The Scripture teaches us that a, friend 

loveth at all times. 


the boys is at home, and the other two at school, I think in 
Erie, Penn. There is also living with them Samuel 
Lord, Jr., a young man, whose father I knew well; he is 
in partnership with Mr. Taylor in the law business at 
Mantorville, the county seat of Dodge County, two miles 
from Kasson, whither Mr. Lord drove me to see the 
town and surrounding country. Among other points of 
interest we visited was the cemetery, where sleep many 
who had come to this part of the West from Crawford 
County, Penn., among whom I may name the Bancrofts, 
Russells and Lords; but I was most interested in the 
grave of Samuel Lord, Sr., his wife arid child, and that 
of James Russell and his wife. Samuel Lord, Sr., died 
in the spring of 1880, James Russell following him with- 
in three weeks: Mrs. Russell died in 1868. I alighted 
from the conveyance, and for a few moments stood silent- 
ly looking on the dear spot of earth where rest the mor- 
tal remains of those whom I once knew and loved so well, 
and whose memory I yet cherish. The following coup- 
let covers all I could add: 

"All that live must die, 
Passing through nature to eternity." 

On Sunday, December 14, I attended the M. E. 
Church at Marion, whither I was driven by brother T- 
W. Phelps and his wife, and I must say I found blessings 
and favors specially poured out to me this day. I had 
met Thomas and Eleazer Phelps since their going West, 
and Thomas had visited me in Pennsylvania, but their 
brother Nathan I had not seen since the spring of 1854 
(before I was first married), as he left for the West with 
his father's family on April 12, that year. And now here, 
on this Sabbath morning, after a separation of nearly 
thirty-seven years, as we were driving to the church, who 
should overtake us in their conveyance but Nathan 


Phelps and his family! Without waiting to get out of 
the carriage I grasped and heartily shook the hand of my 
good old friend, and, on alighting, together we entered 
the Sabbath-school. Thirty-six years and nine months 
had passed since I last saw him, but he was still Nathan 
Phelps, with some sprinkling of the salt of time on his 
honest head. He has a family of three daughters, one 
being in Florida. I understand he is living on the same 
farm his father settled on in 1854, but has added to it. 
Nathan is a helper, and I remember how he helped me 
in my start on my Christian life. 

The subject of the sermon in the forenoon was: Be- 
hold I stand at the door and knock, and the afternoon 
subject was: Whosoever will be my disciple, let him deny 
himself and take up his cross and follow me. While in 
the Marion cemetery I copied from the Phelps monu- 
ment the following inscription: 

tgather, govt §he1p$, 

Died March 31, 1857, 
Aged 53 years, 7 months, 28 days. 

Mother, §hebe JJ. ghefa, 

Died July 30, 1875, 
Aged 67 years, 2 days. 

On the following day (Monday) Nathan Phelps took 
me over to his brother's, where I bade him good-bye, this 
time perhaps forever on earth ; who can tell ? Then what 
will our meeting be in eternity? 

" Lord, our times are in Thy hand; 
All our sanguine hopes have plann'd 
To Thy wisdom we resign, 
And would mould our wills to Thine." 

From Chester I traveled to St. Charles, Minn., my 
second visit this trip, and from there Mr. S. B. Dickson 


accompanied me to Lake City, in the same State, where 
we visited friends and relatives, among them being Mrs. 
T. Brown (whose husband died November 12, 1880), 
Mrs. H. M. Eeed (whose husband died March 29, 1873), 
Mr. Dickson's brother, Zachariah, and sister, Cena, old 
schoolmates of mine, the former of whom is yet single, 
but the latter is married to a Mr. Wm. B. Rodgers. 

From Lake City Mr. Dickson and I proceeded to the 
"rival cities of the West" — St. Paul and Minneapolis — 
and at the latter place made a short stay over night with 
Mr. Eleazer Phelps and family. We visited Minnehaha 
Falls, St. Anthony's Falls and numerous other places of 
interest in and about both cities, which space here for- 
bids me particularizing. We then returned to Lake City, 
and thence journeyed to Winona, where I was pleased to 
meet, on this my second visit to the town, my old school- 
mate Mr. William Franklin, now proprietor of the Amer- 
ican Hotel at Winona. On Sunday, December 21, Mr. 
Dickson and I attended, in the forenoon, the Congrega- 
tional Church (I think) ; in the afternoon we went to the 
Y. M. C. A. meeting, and in the evening to the Baptist 
Church, where we heard an excellent sermon, of which 
the subject was: Liitle children, love not in word and 
trying, but in deed and truth. Here, at the American 
Hotel in Winona, are met we three old schoolmates — 
William Franklin, Simeon B. Dickson and Francis C. 
Waid (myself the youngest by two or more years) — a 
never-to-be-forgotten reunion ; and as I shake hands with 
and bid adieu to these my kind old friends, I can think 
of no better words than those of the hymn: "God be 
with you till we meet again." On December 22, I find 
myself once more at Lansing, Iowa, under the hospitable 
roof of my brother-in-law, Willis Masiker, for a few 
hours. Thence he and I proceed to Chickasaw (Ionia 


postoffice), Iowa, in order to visit our cousin, Mr. J. F. 
Cunningham, who is postmaster aud proprietor of a gen- 
eral store. Twenty-one years ago, last fall, Mrs. Cun- 
ningham (at that time Miss Lottie Walker) visited at 
oar home, and she and I have never met since till this 
occasion. After dinner came in Uncle A. G. Walker, 
who lives on a farm near town. On Christmas Eve we 
went to an entertainment given at the Congregational 
Church in connection with the Sunday-school, where a 
large audience was assembled. There a beautiful Christ- 
mas tree was set up, and an excellent program presented, 
all the numbers being admirably rendered. Mr. Cun- 
ningham, as the Sunday-school superintendent, managed 
the proceedings, which were opened by the chanting of 
the Lord's prayer, after which came recitations, declama- 
tions, singing, etc., followed by the distribution of the 
many presents that bedecked the tree. On the evening 
of Christmas Day Mr. Cunningham enquired of me if I 
would like to accompany him to the prayer meeting at 
the church. "Yes," I replied, "I would like to go, and 
I am glad you asked me to accompany you to church/' 
I felt that there could be no better or more Christian-like 
way of closing Christmas, 1890, than by giving my 
humble services to the good God who gave us that day. 

Willis Masiker and I, after having for several days 
traveled and visited together, with mutual pleasure and 
profit, reluctantly parted company at Prairie du Chien, 
Wis., my train being about starting for Milwaukee, and 
my last words to him, as I grasped his hand, were: "Wil- 
lis, God bless you." 

December 27th finds me at the home of my relatives, 
Mr. and Mrs. Ally Washburn, in Milwaukee, whom I 
have not met for several years. He is night assistant 
trainmaster at the Northwestern depot. I first became 


acquainted with them in 1869, before the death of my 
father. On the following day (Sunday) I went to the 
Grand Avenue M. E. Church, and heard an excellent ser- 
mon delivered by Rev. S. Halsey, D. D., his text being 
Luke ii: 11: For unto you is born this day in the city of 
David a Saviour, ivhich is Christ the Lord. In the af- 
ternoon I visited Forest Home Cemetery, then, on my 
return, the Sunday-school at the M. E. Church, after 
which the Y. M. C. A. meeting. In the evening I took a 
quiet, meditative stroll under the moonlit canopy of 
Heaven, and enjoyed, with my friend, a grand view of 
Lake Michigan, whose waves dashing against a sea-wall, 
and the splashing of sparkling spray, presented a beauti- 
ful sight. 

On Tuesday, December 30, I arrive in Chicago, and 
am the guest of Mr. and Mrs. William Cromwell, of No. 
7000 Sherman Street, in that part of the city known as 
Englewood, some seven or eight miles south of Chicago 
postoffice. Mrs. Cromwell (who was Miss Mary Williams 
before marriage) was once my pupil when I taught school 
in the Cowen district, near Blooming Valley, Penn. ; she 
has two sisters, Mrs. Brooks and Mrs. DeShon (also old 
pupils of mine), living on Evanston Avenue, near to 
Lincoln Park, and I believe it is twenty years since I 
last saw them. Their mother, Mrs. Christina Williams, 
is living with Mrs. Cromwell. Mr. Cromwell was kind 
enough to present me with a complimentary ticket of 
admission to the Board of Trade, which enabled me to 
see through all the different departments intelligibly, 
such as the buying and selling of the various descrip- 
tions of produce, the market quotations, etc. Afterward 
I went to No. 162 Evanston Avenue, where I found Mrs. 
Cromwell and her two sisters, already mentioued, and 
their husbands, at their home, and we passed a very 
pleasant visit. 


Having been taken suddenly unwell while in Chicago, 
I did not spend much more time in that ' ; Enchanted 
City," but concluded to hurry on homeward; accordingly 
at 11:30 on New Year's Eve, within half an hour of the 
demise of 1890 and the birth of 1891, I resumed my 
eastern journey. By the time I reached Crestline, Ohio, 
where I got a cup of coffee and a sandwich, I was feeling 
better. On the cars I bought a couple of books, "Ser- 
mons by Rev. Sam Jones," and a work containing selec- 
tions or "gems" from the sermons and addresses deliv- 
ered by Talmage, Beecher, Moody, Spurgeon, Guthrie, 
Parker, etc. — which proved the best of companions to me 
during the remainder of my trip, and the reading of 
them gave me great comfort and consolation. 

At 8:10 p. m. January 1, 1891, I arrived at Meadville, 
Crawford Co., Penn., where I put up for the night (which 
by the way was a very rainy one) at S. C. Derby's. On 
my return to Meadville I looked for the first time on the 
Soldiers' Monument, not then dedicated. Next day I 
proceeded to the home of my son, Franklin, where I re- 
mained till Saturday ; then made a call at my son Fred's 
after which I came to my son Guinnip's home, and wish- 
ing to rest and recruit my health I here remained in 
peace and quietude. 

It is a little over three months since I left Meadville 
on this my fifth trip to Kansas and the West; and to me 
it has been a remarkable one, including, as it did, labor, 
business and pleasure, and many good visits to old 
friends and new. I think now as I sit in my old home, 
surrounded by its many sweet associations, of the dear 
ones whom I met; of the pleasant incidents that ofttimes 
lent to my journey the spice of adventure ; of the various 


places I visited, and, above all, what I hold in undying 
remembrance, of the favors and blessings our all-wise 
Heavenly Father has at all times bounteously poured out 
to me — favors and blessings that seem to me to have been 
multiplied since I gave Him my heart forty years ago. 

Time flies and our days soon pass away. Some one 
may look in after years on the spot where our remains 
are then reposing, and think of us as we do of those dear 
ones "not lost but gone before." May we have treasure 
in Heaven, and be ready, when called, to join the angelic 
throng in that land of pure delight where God shall wipe 
away all tears from our eyes; where there shall be no 
more death, nor sorrow, nor pain, for all former things 
shall have passed away. 

"Two worlds are ours; 'tis only sin 
Forbids us to descry 
The mystic heaven and earth within 
Plain as the sea and sky! 

Thou, who hast given me eyes to see 

And love this sight so fair, 
Give me a heart to find out Thee 

And read Thee everywhere." 

God is Good. 



"Stand like an anvil! when the stroke 
Of stalwart men falls fierce and fast ; 
Storms but more deeply root the oak 
Whose brawny arms embrace the blast. 

" Stand like an anvil ! when the sparks 
Fly far and wide, a fiery shower ; 
Virtue and truth must still be marks 
Where malice proves its want of power. 

" Stand like an anvil ! when the bar 
Lies red and glowing on its breast ; 
Duty shall be life's leading star, 
And conscious innocence its rest. 

" Stand like an anvil ! Noise and heat 
Are born of Earth and die with Time ; 
The soul, like God, its source and seat, 
Is solemn, still, serene, sublime." 



Wednesday, January 1, 1890. — Another year has 
glided into the realms of the Past! Another drop of 
time has fallen into the infinite ocean of Eternity! An- 
other year has been born, in its turn to ceaselessly throb 
out its life, moment by moment, to the end of its ap- 
pointed course, till it, too, shall have irrevocably vanished. 
Yesterday was the to-morrow of Monday, to-day is the 
to-morrow of yesterday; and so will run the record till 
time shall be no more. 

" To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow 
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, 
To the last syllable of recorded time." 

As I review the several events of the past year in 
which I was called to play an humble part, I feel myself 
■deeply grateful to my merciful Creator for the many 


blessings He has vouchsafed me, and for having brought 
me safely to the shore of a new year, endued with re- 
newed health and strength. And as I think of the 
changeable condition of health I experienced, I am for- 
, <;ibly reminded of this saying of Emerson, the sage: 
" What a searching preacher of self-command is the vary- 
ing phenomenon of health !'* 

My diary for the year 1890 commences in Jamestown, 
N. Y., for yesterday, the last day of the old year, I betook 
myself by rail to that beautiful town, arriving at half 
past seven in the evening. My object was to visit my 
aunt Mary Ann Simmons, who is living with her son-in- 
law and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Colt. My aunt 
is in her eighty-seventh year and in fast-failing health.* 
I enjoyed my New Year's dinner at the home of Frank 
Simmons, in company with the Williams Family, twelve 
people sitting down to the first table, and fourteen chil- 
dren, besides a few adults, to the second. All was bright 
and cheerful within the house, a pleasant contrast to the 
gloomy, wet and uninviting condition of things in the 
outer world. 

" Kindness by secret sy mpathy is tied ; 
For noble souls in nature are allied." 

On the following day, after making several calls among 

my friends, and transacting some business with Mr. F. 

Bush, I took the stage for Frewsburg, in order to call on 

Mr. E. T. Burns and family, whom I found in good 

health, although Mrs. Burns had been ill during the fall. 

On my return to Jamestown Mr. Burns accompanied me, 

having some business to transact there. I called on Mr. 

* Since above was written, my aunt Mary Ann Simmons departed this life April 
4, 1890, in her eighty-eighth year, and I regret that I did not get home from the 
"West at least a day sooner, so I could have attended her funeral. 



Bowen, and bade toij aunt "good-bye," which meeting 
proved to be our last on earth, as I have already intimated. 
From Jamestown I came to Union City, Erie Co., 
Penn., to see my niece, Mrs. Blanche Underholt, and 
family, but I found her rather unwell; her two children, 
Eva and Fred, however, had a grand romp with their 
" Uncle Francis." On Saturday morning I took train to 
Saegertown, specially, I may say, to call on my old 
friend, Lorenzo Wheeler, whom I had not met for a long 
time, and who was living with his son in Saegertown. 
He lost his wife last March, I think, and had been very 
ill himself, at which time he was living at Little Cooley, 
Crawford Co., Penn. After a brief visit at the new resi- 
dence of Hon. Salvador Slocum, and a business call at 
the bank in Saegertown, I returned to Meadville. 

Sunday, January 5. — This is the birthday of my eld- 
est son, Franklin, who is now thirty-five years old. At 
church I enjoyed listening to an excellent sermon by Pre- 
siding Elder J. A. Kummer, from the text Isaiah lii: 1: 
Aivake, awake: put on thy strength, O Zionj put on thy 
beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city. I con- 
tributed toward the dues for the presiding elder, not for- 
getting that money is useful, and that to it the Lord has 
a prior claim, in our recognition of which He blesses us. 
On Tuesday I proceeded to Meadville on business, and 
while there attended the Teachers' Institute meetings 
being held there during the week in the courthouse, and 
also the lectures delivered in the Academy of Music, all 
of which I found of much interest and profit. On Satur- 
day I was present at the quarterly meeting held at the M. 
E. Church, and heard another interesting sermon from 
the lips of Elder J. A. Kummer. For some days after 
this I was not in very good health, but through God's, 
blessing recovered. 


Thursday, January 15. — Mr. G. W. Cutshall was here 
with his daughter, Mrs. Sadie Russell, and her children, 
Leon and Lynn,* they having stayed at our house over 
night; and thinking it might improve my health, I accom- 
panied him to his home, where I remained till Saturday, 
when I returned to my own home. 

January 21 to April 8, 1890. — [Here comes my fourth 
trip to Kansas and the West, an account of Avhich com- 
mences at page 9.] 

During my absence in the West, certain resolutions 
of thanks to me were adopted by Advent Church, of 
which I here give a copy: 

Whereas, We do fully appreciate the benevolence of our kind . 
friend, Mr. F. C. Waid, who has so generously aided us, therefore, 

Resolved, That we, as a church,do extend to him our hearty thanks 
for his generosity in contributing fifty dollars to aid in erecting sheds 
for the benefit of the public attending our church. 

Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be sent to Mr. Waid, 
also furnished the Pennsylvania Farmer for publication. 

Respectfully submitted, 

(Signed) W. 6. Ongley, Secretary. 

On my arrival home from the West, on the evening 

of April 8, I was informed at Meadville, by my cousin, 

S. Phillips, of the death of Aunt Mary Ann Simmons, 

her funeral having taken place on the day before my 

arrival. This is the first news I receive after setting my 

foot once again " o'n my native heath " — tidings of death ; 

and but for the grace of God, instead of my aunt in her 

tottering years of fourscore and eight, it might have 

been Francis C. Waid in the prime of life! I feel that 

I cannot too often proclaim my thankfulness to the Lord, 

even in my disappointments and discouragements. I 

* They were on their way to Cleveland. Ohio, to their new home, where Mr. 
Russell was waiting their arrival, and I have since visited them there, at the time 
of the dedication of the Garfield Monument, May 30,1890. 


think it is well for us to remember Him and praise His 
name for what we have, and for our hope in Heaven. 
He who is thankful for a little is in a fair way to get 
more; he who in adversity remembers the Lord, will in 
prosperity praise him — thus we should always be faith- 
ful. I am thankful this morning, as I sit by the window 
in one of the rooms of my old home, the home of my 
birth, writing on the same desk I bought, when a young 
man, of David Finney ; I say I am thankful for the 
Lord's unbounded goodness to me. I believe He hear- 
eth our prayers, and I know He does bless us when we 
call on Him. I am glad my mind and heart rest in His 
promises, and I delight to trust in Him, and, as far as 
possible do His will. How can I refrain from being 
'sympathetic in my feelings and reflective in my thoughts 
in this, to me, precious home, by this chamber window, 
through which I can see, in one direction, the same old 
pear trees in the door yard that stood there when I was 
& child; and, in another direction, fields wherein I had 
played in infancy, and worked in boyhood, youth and 
manhood ! 

" How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, 
When fond recollection presents them to view; 
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, 
And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew." 

Amid these old-time associations I cannot but think 
of my parents; of their family; of my dead wife and our 
children; of my children's children, and last, not least, 
of my dear wife Anna, absent from me, in Kansas, be- 
cause of her poor health, myself being also far from 
well; but 

" What fates impose, that man must needs abide 
It boots not to resist both wind and tide." 

I know I should not burden my remembrance with a 




























heaviness that's gone, but rather bear in mind that suf- 
ficient for the day is the evil thereof and consider the 
many thousands who in this transitory life are in sor- 
row, need, sickness and other adversity, and rest thank- 
ful that fate has not been more unfriendly toward me. 

In writing the record of my fourth trip to Kansas, 
which will be found in the earlier part of this work, I 
endeavored to portray in my own way the different phases 
of life — particularly its joys and sorrows. The real test 
of these comes through the experience of them, and I 
will here confess that in my latter writings I have not 
spoken as much of the sorrowful or dark side as I have 
of the brighter or more hopeful. It is better for each 
individual to bear his own burden than to ask his brother 
to bear it for him. Do thoughts live? Yes. Are our 
prayers heard? Yes, when offered in faith — but it may 
be a long time before they are answered. Parents have 
prayed for their children, and not till long after their 
death have their sons and daughters given their hearts to 
the Lord. 

I desire here to place on record some of the sincere 
wants of my soul, my earnest prayer, and I humbly trust 
it may be in keeping with the will of my Heavenly Father 
who hears when we pray. I wish to be a living wit- 
ness for Christ as long as I live; and, while I desire the 
salvation of all men, I devoutly pray more especially for 
my own family, and every one endeared to me by the ties 
of nature, that they may be all brought into the fold of 
Christ under the divine Sheoherd's care. And in order 
that this greatest desire of my life may be accomplished, 
I know that I must consecrate all to the Lord — life, 
friends, property, and everything I have from this day forth 
and for ever. It is good for us if we can keep all these 
on the altar. An every-day consecration is better than 




heaviness that's gone, but rather bear in mind that suf- 
ficient for the day is the evil thereof and consider the 
many thousands who in this transitory life are in sor- 
row, need, sickness and other adversity, and rest thank- 
ful that fate has not been more unfriendly toward me. 

In writing the record of my fourth trip to Kansas, 
which will be found in the earlier part of this work, I 
endeavored to portray in my own way the different phases 
of life — particularly its joys and sorrows. The real test 
of these comes through the experience of them, and I 
will here confess that in my latter writings I have not 
spoken as much of the sorrowful or dark side as I have 
of the brighter or more hopeful. It is better for each 
individual to bear his own burden than to ask his brother 
to bear it for him. Do thoughts live? Yes. Are our 
prayers heard? Yes, when offered in faith — but it may 
be a long time before they are answered. Parents have 
prayed for their children, and not till long after their 
death have their sons and daughters given their hearts to 
the Lord. 

I desire here to place on record some of the sincere 
wants of my soul, my earnest prayer, and I humbly trust 
it may be in keeping with the will of my Heavenly Father 
who hears when we pray. I wish to be a living wit- 
ness for Christ as long as I live; and, while I desire the 
salvation of all men, I devoutly pray more especially for 
my own family, and every one endeared to me by the ties 
of nature, that they may be all brought into the fold of 
Christ under the divine Shepherd's care. And in order 
that this greatest desire of my life may be accomplished, 
I know that I must consecrate all to the Lord — life, 
friends, property, and everything I have from this day forth 
and for ever. It is good for us if we can keep all these 
on the altar. An every-day consecration is better than 


only one in a life time. We are liable to forget our obli- 
gations, and either remove something from off the altar 
of the Lord, or neglect to place thereon something we 
may have obtained since the consecration. That the reader 
may understand more clearly what I mean, I add : let 
every dollar, as well as everything else we may possess, 
honor the Lord in doing good — if it is worth anything 
at all it should speak something for the Lord. Each 
individual has his own conscience in that respect, and ' 
happy is the man who seeketh no witness from without, 
for it shows that he has wholly committed himself unto 
God. But I must now continue my diary. 

April 11. — To-day I visited Lewis M. Slocum, and at 
his house met Mrs. David Roberts and Mrs. Armitage 
Roberts, so I was enabled to hand the former the portrait 
of her grandson, Wilber A. Hobbs, which had been en- 
trusted to me by Emery F. Hobbs at Lawrence, Kas., 
when I was there. On the following day I rode to 
Meadville with my brother-in-law, Moses Masiker, and 
was pleasantly surprised to meet there Mr. Maurice 
McMullen, secretary of the Y. M. C. A. at Ottawa, Kas., 
who had been called to his old home through the serious 
illness of his mother. I also had the pleasure of hand- 
ing to Dr. E. C. Hall, of the First M. E. Church of Mead- 
ville, the t; photo" of the youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. 
Pillsbury, of Grand Island, Neb., with which commis- 
sion I had been entrusted by Mrs. Pillsbury while I was 
visiting them. 

April 12. — Again at Sagertown, where I called on 
Mr. and Mrs. George Floyd, but regret to say found Mrs. 
Floyd quite unwell, as she was when I and my wife 
visited her last summer. On the following day, Sunday, 
Mr. Floyd and I attended the M. E. Church, where we 
heard an excellent sermon preached by their pastor, Rev. 


A. J. Parsons, from the text Matthew xvi: 19: And I 
will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: 
(ind whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound 
in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth 
shall be loosed in heaven. For the missionary cause in 
distant lands the sum of nearly one hundred dollars was 
collected, and I increased the pleasure I enjoyed in 
listening to the discourse by adding my mite of five dol- 
lars toward the spread of the Gospel among the heathen. 
In the afternoon I rode to Blooming Valley, from Sager- 
town in company with their pastor, and in the evening 
again heard him proclaim the good news of salvation, 
his text being Matthew xxviii: 6: He is not here : for 
he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the 
Lord lay. It seems to me that none but a true Christian 
can fully appreciate all the blessed benefits the resurrec- 
tion our Lord assures. O how good it is for us to trust 
in the Saviour of mankind, and to know that He has 
robbed death of its sting and the grave of its victory! 
What great consolation it brings to our hearts to have 
a true knowledge and just conception of and faith in 
Jesus Christ! What comfort it brings to the soul of 

After the services I paid a visit to my cousin, Ralph 
Roudebush, and together we walked over to the ceme- 
tery where in peaceful rest my departed wife, Eliza, 
awaits the resurrection; and as I stood by her grave I 
thought of Jesus, the Light of the world who gives to us 
the hope of a reunion beyond. I am the resurrection 
and the life, saith the Lord; he that believeth in me, though 
he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever believeth 
in me shall never die. 


. " Calm on the bosom of thy God, 
Fair spirit rest thee now! 
E'en while ours thy footsteps trod. 
His seal was on thy broAV. 

"Dust to its narrow house beneath. 
Soul to its place on high ! 
They who saw thy look in death 
No more may fear to die." 

Wednesday, April 16. — My nephew, Grant Waid, and I 
left quite early in the morning in order to pay a visit to 
his brother-in-law, Walter Josling, who lives in Rich- 
mond Township, some five miles distant, and on our way 
I called on a sick neighbor, George Dewey, who has been 
ill a long time, owing to a stroke of paralysis he received 
several years ago. Eliza and I visited him at that time, 
and I have called on him frequently since, as opportunity 
presented. We were glad to meet, and he appeared to 
be much better than when I last saw him. Mr. Josling 
we did not find at home, as he had gone to my nephew's 
(Nick P. Waid), but Mrs. Josling and family we saw, and 
found in good health. On our return my nephew and I 
called on my uncle, Horace Waid, where we heard from 
my aunt news of my uncle, Gilbert Waid,* in Michigan. 
She had also heard by letter from my three cousins — 
daughters of Samuel Waid. 

*I have before me an old letter written in 18-17 to his friends in Crawford 
County, Penn., by Gilbert Waid, after his arrival in Washtenaw County, Mich. 
It is in substance as follows : 

Webster, Washtenaw Co., Mich., May 10, 1817. 


We are all well, and hope you are the same. We took the boat Saturday 
morning at '2 o'clock at Erie; stopped at Cleveland, Sandusky and Detroit, and ar- 
rived all safe, none of us seasick. Traveled from Detroit across the county to 
Webster; sold their wooden bowls; traded horse and wagon for 25 acres of land. 
It is good land. I like it very well, and I have got three acres to put in with corn 
and a piece for potatoes. I have a job to do for eighteen dollars, and am going to 
do it as soon as I get my corn and potatoes planted. Tell my brother, Samuel, I 
like the country very well, what little I have seen; there are good crops of wheat, 
and it looks well. Tell father we are all well and hearty. I am satisfied this is a 

good country, and we are not discouraged. 

Andrew G. Waid. 


Friday, April 18. — Proceeded to-day to Randolph 
Township, where I visited Mr. and Mrs. P. M. Cutshall; 
afterward Mrs. Cutshall and I called on Mrs. Mary Jane 
Seaman, who has been sick since last fall; then on my 
return home I paid Mr. and Mrs. Richardson, of Bloom- 
ing Valley, the visit I had last February promised their 
son-in-law, Dr. Weter, of Grand Island, Neb. 

Saturday, April 19. — -To-day I find myself in Vernon 
(also in Crawford County), visiting relatives living there 
— my uncle and aunt, Robert and Polly Morehead, and 
their youngest son and only daughter (who live with 
them), my cousin, R. A. Fergerson and wife (who have 
no children) and John C. Morehead (who has one son 
and three daughters). Mrs. Polly Morehead has been 
unwell for a long time, but while I was there she was 
able to sit up to table with the rest of the family; uncle 
Robert Morehead is now a venerable patriarch enjoying 
his eighty-ninth year. On the following day, Sunday, 
I attended with some of the family the M. E. Church at 
Vernon, known as the "Trace Appointment," as well as 
the Sunday-school. 

Wednesday, April 23.— My fifty-seventh birthday ! I 
do not know that I could do better here than repeat, in 
part, what I had written in this connection for the Penn- 
sylvania Farmer of May 1, 1890, as follows: 

Leaves From a Diary. 
I am this morning at home in my father's, Ira C. Waid's, old 
home, my second son's, Guinnip P. Waid's, home, and my own dear 
home, where all the fifty-seven years of ray life on the farm have so 
pleasantly flown. I am looking at the figures on the milestone and 
wondering how and where all these years have gone. Nearly all have 
been spent on this farm in actual labor — indeed memory stamps them 
so; and yet I do not complain, for often with my brothers, in early 
days, and later on with my family, kindred and friends have I been 
permitted to enjoy the blessings and share the pleasures of my father's 
home. I am glad it remains in the family. I think of my parents, 


who were more to me than all the world besides; and I think to-day 
that faith in God's promises and obedience to nry parents have been 
worth more, and brought a greater amount of good to me, than any 
other investment I ever made. I love the Bible. I can also say 
that my parents loved me, and I loved them in return, and tried as 
best I could to manifest it to them. There is a good thought in thus 
coupling obedience to parents with obedience to our Heavenly Father, 
to whom we owe all we possess. I would like to say to all, and es- 
pecially to the young, it brings pleasure to-day, as we, my children, 
my grandchildren and myself, celebrate this day at the homestead. I 
only wish my wife were here to complete the enjoyment, but her 
impaired health detains her at her parents' home in Kansas. 

This birthday brings reflections of the past, of opportunities that 
have come to me,' some improved, some not. The thought arises: AVhy 
try to provide a home for children? What have my parents done for 
me? Provided twenty-one years' board and clothing, my schooling, 
and the best care in sickness and health they could afford. What do 
I owe my children? I leave the Bible to answer the question, and I 
turn to ii Corinthians, xii, 14: "For the children ought not to lay up 
for the parents, but the parents for the children." Then again, " A 
good man leaveth an inheritance to children's children." 

I wish in heart to honor the Lord as well as pay a tribute of re- 
spect to my parents for the blessings already received; and I want to 
do and acknowledge it on my fifty-seventh birthday, and every day to 
the close of life. Over forty years ago I sat in this home, as I do now, 
improving my spare moments writing in my diary. 

My loneliness on account of the absence of wife, and my not feel- 
ing very well did not prevent the coming of my fifty -seventh birth- 
day, and, like hurrying to catch a train, we made use of the day. I 
said to Anna, my son's wife, " I would like to have Fred and Minnie 
come to dinner, and have a family gathering to celebrate my birth- 
day." My desire is granted. My children and grandchildren have 
gladdened my heart, and I am better in body. There is an advantage 
in a family gathering, and it is so convenient where children live near 
each other. 

It has been said : " The man that makes two blades of grass to 
grow where one grew before, benefits his race." I am reminded that 
on my thirty-fifth birthday Henry Smith and myself planted some 
maples along State Street in Meadville, nine on his lot where he 
then lived, which shed their beauty on the landscape and their bless- 
ing on the traveler. I read when quite young, " Young Man go West," 
and I have often studied the subject since. My first trip in response to 
this advice was in 1860. Since then I have made several trips, and 
during the last two years four, traveling in several States and seeing 


a little of the great West. It is my honest opinion that, although I 
have always lived in Pennsylvania, yet, should my life be spared, my 
future home may be in the West. Men have been going West ever 
since the pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock, and the geographical 
center of population has shifted from one place to another until many 
places have claimed the distinction. 

When I was at Fort Riley, Kas., I was told that was the center. 
Many States, indeed may I not say every State and Territory, claim some 
advantage in preference to others; but that best location for «f arming 
or any other occupation is, in my opinion, like the Garden of Eden — diffi- 
cult to locate, though the entire race of mankind has been ever search- 
ing for it. The majority have, like myself, had enough to do to secure a 
living and provide for their families. I think it right for every one to 
learn what he can in reference to the occupation he wishes to follow, 
and then seek the location that suits him. I did this, and on this, my 
fifty-seventh birthday can say I am contented. After my first visit to 
the West the question was often asked me, "Did you see any locality 
or farming country you liked?" I did, many such places; and would 
be as contented and happy as now, had I chosen to have lived there. 
But after my first trip West I weighed the matter, and came to the 
conclusion that I was better suited with my own little home in Penn- 
sylvania, and every trip I have made since, whether west, east, north 
or south, I have returned with greater love for home. But the knowl- 
edge gained by these trips has done me good, and I am glad of the 
knowledge so gained. 

While I believe a man can get a living and perhaps do well in 
any State or Territory in the Union, I also believe more depends upon 
the man than the place where he makes his home. I think the all- 
wise Creator has distributed His blessings more evenly in the country 
than we give Him credit for. Men once tried to build a tower to 
Heaven, but failed. There is a surer and better way to get there. 
" Trust in the Lord, do good, and verily thou shalt be fed " — here and 
hereafter. I believe it is the experience of my fortieth year of 
Christian life that, though I became a Christian in youth, my only re- 
gret is that I have not been more faithful, and started earlier in life. 

What adds most to the comforts of my earthly home is the assur- 
ance of and title to the Heavenly home. One incident of this day has 
been a visit to Aunt Polly Kiser,* our nearest neighbor, whom I have 
known from boyhood. She is in her eighty-ninth year, and standing 
close to the banks of the great river which separates the Heavenly 
land from ours. By the way, I am reminded of the death of my aged 
Aunt Mary Ann Simmons, of Jamestown, N. Y., who had passed away 
shortly before my arrival from Kansas, on April 4th, in her eighty- 
eighth year. 

*I visited her again July 7, 1891, and found her last failing. 


Let me sum up my fifty-seventh birthday: Family celebration 
with children and grandchildren; trip to Meadville; wrote a letter to 
a friend; put up 200 bushels of oats for market; wrote check for the 
sum of one hundred dollars as my contribution to Soldiers' Monument. 

" One sweetly solemn thought 

Comes to me o'er and o'er; 
I'm nearer my home to-day 

Than I ever have been before; 
Nearer my Father's house, 

Where the many mansions be; 
Nearer the great white throne, 

Nearer the crystal sea. 

"Nearer the bound of life, 

Where we lay our burdens down; 
Nearer leaving the cross, 

Nearer gaining the crown! 
But the waves of that silent sea 

Roll dark before my sight 
That brightly the other side 

Break on a shore of light. 

"O, if my mortal feet 

Have almost gained the brink; 
If it be I am nearer home, 

Even to-day, than I think, — 
Father, perfect my trust! 

Let my spirit feel, in death, 
That its feet are firmly set 

On a rock of a livine; faith." 

Sunday, April 27. — How thankful I am to find myself 
in better health and able to attend church, Sunday-school 
and other religious exercises at the old State Road, 
and to enjoy the privileges of the sanctuary with 
my brethren, after an absence of three months. The 
Lord, through our pastor, Rev. James Clyde, had gra- 
ciously revived the good work in the vineyard during the 
winter, and new converts had united with old ones in 
praising the Lord for what He had done for them. And 


this dav we older members undertook to say that we, too, 
had great reason to be thankful to the Lord for His good- 
ness and mercy to us. that men would praise the 
name of the Lord for His goodness, and His wonderful 
works toward the children of men. If joy on earth be so 
great, what must it be in Heaven? Like Eev. Sam P. 
Jones, I want to get there! YES, GET THERE! From 
church I went to the house of Lewis M. Slocum, my 
son's father-in-law, who is in poor health, and here I re- 
mained over night. In the morning I drove the daugh- 
ter, Lucy Slocum, to the school she teaches in the Kiser 
district, Mead Township, about five miles distant, and on 
our way saw three cemeteries or burial grounds, viz. : one 
at Wayland, the Ewing Graveyard and the Kiser Ceme- 
tery, just opposite the school-house where Lucy is teach- 
ing. This is her first school, her scholars being already 
thirty-two in number, and I could not help thinking about 
my own first school with a class of more than double the 
number they average nowadays, and of how my good 
friends used to help me along the rocky road to learning. 
May 2. — To-day I attended the Farmers' Convention 
held in the Library Hall, Meadville. We were met to- 
gether in a good cause — to become more united in our 
political effort to be represented in our legislature and 
general government, and to have farmers nominated 
to represent us and look after our interests. Were I a 
politician I would perhaps say more here, but I hope to 
be able some time to express my views on this subject as 
a practical farmer, one who has worked long enough 
and studied sufficiently as he went along to have gained 
something by experience. On May 3d I called on my 
aged friend, Eev. E. C. Pengra, who lives less than a 
mile southeast of Meadville. I have known him for 
many years, and was truly glad to see him. Brother 


Pengra had owned a farm just south of and near the 
State Road M. E. Church for several years prior to his 
moving to his present home. While I was enjoying my 
visit with Mr. Pengra, Dr. C. E. Hall and his wife came 
in to pay the aged and respected couple a visit, but of 
this event I have already made mention. 

My visit to Mr Pengra reminds me of a certain event 
that occurred December 22, 1870, the day he left his 
farm and had his public sale. I had gone with G. 
W. and P. M. Cutshall to Meadville, where I saw them 
leave by train (they were going West to buy some cattle), 
and on my way home I went to the sale at Mr. Pengra's. 
While there my son Guinnip arrived in haste on horse- 
back to inform me of my father having been stricken 
with paralysis, and also went posthaste to tell my brother 
G. N. of the sad event. My friend, David Roberts, who 
was present at the sale, accompanied me as I hastened to 
my father's side,* so alarmed was he, as well as myself, at 
the unexpected news. In that hour of distress, and up to 
the day of my father's death, January 27, 1871, Mr. 
Roberts proved himself a true friend to him and to the 
entire family. 

" He that is thy friend indeed, 
He will help thee in thy need." 

"O spring, thou fairest season of the year, 
How lovely soft, how sweet dost thou appear! 
What pleasing landskips meet the gazing eye! 
How beauteous nature does with nature vie." 


Sunday, May 4. — This is a lovely day, and it is and has 

been what every farmer most delights in — " fine growing 

*I shall never forget the expression on my father's face when I first saw him 
after the stroke; the one half of it was very much changed, but it afterward was 
partially restored to its normal condition. 


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weather." The Christ tail's growth, wherein should it be 
found? In the pathway of duty, especially on the 
Sabbath day, in seeking the means of grace at the Lord's 
house. While approaching, on this bright Sunday fore- 
noon, Blooming Valley Advent Church, I thankfully 
thought of the privilege I was about to enjoy, as I had 
not been within the portals of that house of worship for 
several months. I was blessed in this, and still further 
blessed as I listened to a beautiful sermon from He- 
brews xii: 1: Wherefore seeing we also are compassed 
about with so greai a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside 
every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, 
and let us run with patience the race that is set before us. 

May 7. — Went to Meadville on business, and while so 
engaged met several friends including Judge Henderson, 
whom I had not met since my return from Kansas. 
On my way home I called on Henry Smith, with whom I 
had a most enjoyable visit, and with the rest of the fam- 
ily met his father-in-law, William Chase, now eighty-two 
years of age, with whom I have been acquainted many 
years. At one time he owned a farm about a mile south 
of us,* and when I taught school in the Moore School 
District, in Mead Township, in 1856-57, his children — 
two sons and two daughters — were attending that school. 
Mrs. Henry Smith was the eldest in the family, and now 
she has two children of her own — Jennie and Hettie — 
both grown to womanhood. 

May 9. — The poet Gray has sung of "The breezy call 
of incense breathing morn," and I think when he wrote 
that beautiful line he must have been luxuriating in a 
simple early morning ramble in the country, any time in 
the merry month of May. " God made the country, man 
made the city," and midst the charms of rural scenes 

*Now owned by Smith Galey. 


bow refreshing it is to look from nature up to nature's 
God! These May mornings are incomparable in their 
beauty and sweetness, and as I look around me, viewing 
the fine fields of grass and grain, I do not feel that I can 
fully endorse the opinion that we are having a " backward 
spring " — indeed, as I passed down the fertile Woodcock 
valley this afternoon on my way on foot to Saegertown, 
I became impressed with the idea that if the early blos- 
soming of wild strawberries, which I saw by the wayside, 
is any indication at all, we were having rather a " for- 
ward spring " than otherwise. 

" The evening was glorious, and light through the trees 
Played the sunshine and rain-drops, the birds and the breeze; 
The landscape, outstretching in loveliness, lay 
On the lap of the year, in the beauty of May. 

For the Queen of the Spring, as she passed down the vale, 
Left her robe on the trees, and her breath on the gale; 
And the smile of her promise gave joy to the hours, 
And fresh in her footsteps sprang herbage and flowers." • 

Remaining over night in Saegertown with my friend, 
Mr. George Floyd, I was pleased to find Mrs. Floyd look- 
ing and feeling better than when I called on them in 
April. In the evening I attended, with Brother Floyd, 
the prayer meeting in the M. E. Church, which I the 
more enjoyed as it brought to me pleasant memories of 
the past, when in former years I experienced so many 
similar blessed privileges in company with Mr. Floyd's 
father at other places. There is great help in true 
prayer, and sweet music in Christian song. 

"Music," wrote Martin Luther, "is the art of the 
prophets, the only art that can calm the agitations of the 
soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful 
presents God has given us." Yes, dear reader, the ele- 


ments of music are in everything around us ; they are found 
in every part of creation; in the chirping of the feath- 
ered choristers of nature; in the calls and cries of the 
various animals; in the melancholy murmur of the water- 
fall; in the wild roar of the waves — "The voice of the 
great Creator dwells in that mighty tone;" in the hum 
of the distant multitude and in the varying winds — alike 
when the dying cadence falls lightly on the ear as 
when the hurricane sweeps past, dealing destruction as it 


"There's music in the sighing of the reed, 
There's music in the gushing of the rill. 
There's music in all things if men had ears, 
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres! " 

Next morning on my way to the train, I dropped in 
to see and shake the friendly hand of Hon. S. Slocum at 
his home, where I was pleased to form, the acquaintance 
of Mrs. Slocum's mother, Mrs. Manville, who was there 
on a visit, and whose husband I had often met. 

Sunday, May 11. — This day I passed in Meadville, in 
the forenoon attending church and Sunday-school at State 
Street, where I heard our own pastor, Rev. James Clyde, 
preach from the text: Tliij will be done. At the close of 
the Sunday-school exercises the superintendent, Brother 
St. John, remarked to the meeting: "We have still five 
minutes, and I see Brother Waid is here from State Road. 
You all remember how our library was increased by his 
offer which Ave accepted, and we will now be glad to hear 
from our friend." Well, if I had been asked for a dollar 
or so, that would have been quite another matter; but to 
expect from me a speech! I was reminded of the school- 
boy's lesson — the most difficult question or problem often 
comes first, and demands our strongest efforts ; so I did 
the best I could, knowing that we get credit for what we do, 
not what we think we will do and then leave undone. Men 


may be unmindful of the little duties of life, like chil- 
dren forgetting to obey their parents ; but our Heavenly 
Father is not thus unmindful of us, as even for a cup of cold 
water He gives a reward. No duty cheerfully performed 
goes unrewarded. Now, I could not say much to the 
Sunday-school class, but what I had to say I did will- 
ingly for the Master, because I owed it to Him for the 
thousands of blessings He has bestowed upon me. When 
Brother St. John asked me to speak, I hesitated, as T 
thought time could be better improved than by my trying 
to say anything; but he quietly said to me, "Mr. Waid, 
you can at any rate say ' How do you do ?' ' So, as I 
do not believe in " giving away " friends, but rather in 
profiting by what they may say, I addressed the school 
in substance as follows: "How do you do? This is a 
lovely Sunday morning. I am very glad to be with you 
in this Sabbath-school, and share with you the benefits 
from our lesson. To-day I am contented and happy in 
the thought that I have enjoyed this privilege so long. 
It is probably fifty years since my parents took my twin 
brother and myself to the Sunday-school at the old State 
Koad appointment, and I have been enjoying it ever 
since. I was there last Sunday, and it is no wonder I 
am here to-day ; I love the Sunday-school and church. I 
became a member of the M. E. Church at State Road in 
1851, and my scholarship as a member of the Sunday- 
school is about ten years older than my membership in the 
church. I look upon the Sunday-school as the nursery 
of the church. Children, it is an excellent conservatory 
for the producing of good men and women and true 
Christians. Some writer has said that we answer our 
own prayers. It is true we are co-workers with the Mas- 
ter for good, and what we can do ourselves He does not 
do for us. We are to work for ourselves and for the 


good of others, not only in the Sunday- school, but every- 
where else as opportunities present themselves. Oppor- 
tunities are God's offers to us ; we do the work, and He pays 
us for doing it. We ought often to ask the Lord, 'What 
wilt Thou have me to do?' And in all things our duty 
is to obey. You will find that obedience and submission 
to His will bring their own blessing. The child, in 
health, asks for a drink of water; the parent says, ' There 
it is, wait on yourself.' But when the child is sick, and 
unable to help itself, how willingly the parent will come 
to its assistance! In that manner our kind Father in 
Heaven helps us. I had intended to go home yesterday 
evening, but on account of the rain and some business 
engagements did not get away; but I am cheered to-day 
with the thought that I am on my journey to my Heav- 
enly home where I expect to meet you when our work on 
earth is done." After hearing by the Sunday-school 
report that the collection was not large, I doubled it by 
handing the superintendent $1.50, which he said he 
would see duly credited. In the afternoon I attended, 
along with my friend Mr. Derby, the Y. M. C. A. meet- 
ing held in the Richmond Block, where we listened to an 
excellent discourse on "Temperance" by Rev. Hays, of 
Meadville, a Presbyterian minister. 

May 12. — To-day my son Fred, who has for some 
time back been very ill, was, I am glad to say, sufficiently 
recovered to visit his wife's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Haines, 
in Brookville, Penn. Frank and Guinnip, my other two 
sons, have been baling hay for several days, with the aid 
of a hay-press which they had bought, rightly thinking 
that they could dispose of pressed hay to better advan- 
tage than in bulk, as they could sell it either at home or 
abroad, with a choice of markets; moreover baled-hay is 
most economical as regards storage in the barn, as com- 


pared with hay in bulk, and they could do a good deal 
of baling for neighbors and others, which in the course 
of time would in itself pay for the press. 

May 15. — While sitting alone in the house to-day 
writing in my diary, my brother called in. He had just 
returned from Enterprise, Warren Co., Penn., whither 
he had gone with his two sons, Grant and Plumer, who 
are filling a contract for bark-peeling. After some little 
conversation, chiefly on some business in which we wished 
to consult each others' interest, we set out to look at some 
property known as the old mill property of Daniel Cowen, 
situated on Woodcock Creek, one mile north of Blooming 
Valley, and built in 1832. We went on foot, and on our 
way entered the cemetery grounds and viewed the spot 
where our kindred sleep. The old mill property, which 
includes five acres with grist-mill, house, barn and other 
buildings, looks to us very desolate and dilapidated, it 
having been tenantless and empty for some time back. 
It did not need anyone to tell me that change and decay 
are written on everything that pertains to earth, when I 
fix my eyes on this old mill that was built a year before 
I was born. I have not said it looked inviting, but my 
brother owns it and wishes to rent or sell it, notwithstand- 
ing its weather-beaten condition. 

Sunday, May 18. — Again I had the privilege of at- 
tending our own church at State Road, and was profited 
much by the services. Our regular pastor, Mr. Clyde, 
was assisted by Rev. Chamberlin, of Meadville, an aged 
gentleman who had been forty-four years in the ministry. 
Mr. Clyde spoke from the text, He that ivas rich for our 
sokes became poor that we might be made rich. After the 
services he announced in substance the following': "Our 
basket meeting, or gathering of the people far and near 
at this place for one week, will begin May 31. This 


meeting, which takes the place of camp-meeting which 
used to be held, is expected to produce good results. I 
am looking for a large number to be present, and we 
have to get things in readiness." 

May 19, 20. — We have had a remarkably wet spring 
so far, and but few farmers in our vicinity have had their 
oats sowed or potatoes planted yet — in fact it is altogether 
too wet for either garden or farm work, and there is a 
good deal of ground and many a garden not plowed for 
spring crops. Some one remarked in my hearing the 
other day, "We have had so much rain, what will farmers 
do?" The answer is: "Have faith and wait patiently, 
for all will be well," remembering that seed-time and 
harvest are promised to the end of the world: While the 
earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, 
and summer and ivinter, and day and night shall not 
cease. [Genesis viii: 22.] God's promises are sure: 
Go forth to the duties of to-day trusting in Him. He will 
guide thee and it shall be well with thee, and the earth 
will bring forth fruit for man and beast. He openeth his 
hand and the wants of all living are satisfied. 

Being in Meadville I called on an old acquaintance, 
Benjamin McNeil, who is in his eighty-second year. He 
is in poor health, and has been unable to be out since the 
death of his son James, which occurred, I understand, 
four weeks ago, aged thirty-two years. 

May 21. — On my way home I was informed by Homer 
Ellsworth, a near neighbor, of the death, on the 18th in- 
stant, of his father, aged about four-score years; and later 
in the dav I learned through P. M. Cutshall of the death- 
on the 20th, of his sister, Mrs. Mary Jane Seaman, in 
her fifty-ninth year. I attended her funeral to the Eudle 
Cemetery,* and heard the sermon preached on the occa- 

*This cemetery has been enlarged and improved during the past year, and. 
now presents an attractive appearance. 


sion, by Rev. H. McClintock, the subject being: The 
righteous hath hope in his death. — A good name is better 
than precious ointment, and the day of death than the 
day of one^s birth. Her seven children were present — 
three sons and four daughters — all married except the 
youngest son and daughter. 

On the 22cl, in the morning, my cousin, Charles More- 
head, and 1 took a look over his farm, and afterward 
made a call on Mrs. Israel Morehead and daughter, who 
live on a well -tilled farm near by, and whom my wife, 
Eliza, and I visited three years ago. Charles Morehead 
is the youngest in the family of my uncle, the late Will- 
iam Morehead, with whom I worked so many days on my 
father's farm in my youth and early manhood, and it 
brings to me very many pleasant memories as I walk and 
talk with Charles, who is so kindly caring for his aged 
mother, whose health is good and whose industry is great 
for her time of life. On my way to see Mr. D. H. Mc- 
Crillis, Mr. H. Sutton, with whom I staid over night, ac- 
companied me, and thence I proceeded to William Fleek's, 
near Tryonville, where I called to see his son, who 
two weeks ago had received a severe cut on the head by 
accident, but is now fast recovering. My next visit was 
with my cousin, George A. Goodwill, who accompanied 
me to Frank Sturgis' place, where I met my aunt Phebe 
at her daughter's, which was quite a pleasing surprise to 
me, as I had not heard of her being here. 

May 24. — To-day Frank Sturgis drove me over to 
Titusville, about seven or eight miles from here. In the 
palmy days of oildom, from 1860 on, I used to find a 
good market in this town for my farm produce, and with 
no small degree of pleasure do I think of the good prices 
and ready sale I got. Then, as now, I had friends and 
relatives in Titusville, always pleased to see me. To- 


day I am stopping with my brother-in-law, Avery W. 
Masiker, who has his twin sons, Emery and Emmett, with 
him at home, but his two daughters are married. Among 
many other calls in the town I went to see an old acquaint- 
ance of ours in the person of Wilson Smith,* also Mrs. 
Angeline Brown, who married, for her first husband, Os- 
car Allen, a second cousin of my own, by which union 
there are yet living four children. In the evening, after a 
stroll about the town, Avery and I attended the meeting 
of the Salvation Army, and were eyewitnesses to the 
ceremony of "commissioning officers," religious exercises 
quite new to me; so I learned something profitable in 
that line also. Before the day closed I met Asa Davis, 
whom I had not seen for several years. Next day, Sun- 
day, we went to the M. E. Church, where Ave heard my 
old friend, Rev. John Lusher,^ preach from the text, 
We knoiv thou art a teacher come from God; also at- 
tended class-meeting and Sunday-school, all of which 
deeply interested us. 

In the evening we went to vespers at the Episcopal 
Church, and afterward called on my old scholar and friend 
Walter W. Thompson, who drew the record for the 
Blooming Valley school in 1852, and this was a mu- 
tually very pleasant reunion; then we attended the memo- 
rial services at the M. E. Church, which was crowded to 
the doors, and found the exercises very interesting and 
impressive. Mr. Lusher chose for his text Judges v: 8: 
Then was war in the gates, which he formed as the 
groundwork for his argument in speaking of Avars and 
rumors of wars from time immemorial, both by Bible 
chain of evidence and by secular history, doAvn to our 

*His mother is still living and is our nearest neighbor. AA r ilson was a par- 
ticular friend of my twin brother, Franklin, and I shall never forget how sad he 
felt when I informed him of my brother's death. 

IKev. John Lusher was the officiating minister at the marriage of my son 
Fred, at Brookville, Jefferson Co., Penn., March 7, 1880. 


own Civil War. Avery, in the course of my visit, gave 
me some information about my relatives living in the 
West, especially making mention of J. Cunningham, who 
he said lived 104 miles from Lansing, Iowa, and seventy- 
seven miles from McGregor. 

May 26. — Called on Dr. W. H. Coombs, a dentist in 
Titusville, in order to see Mrs. Frank Jackson who, I 
was told by her husband when he visited us (myself and 
Anna) some time since, was living with her mother in 
Titusville; the Doctor, however, informed me that Mrs. 
Jackson had just gone to Buffalo, N. Y., on a visit. I 
then proceeded to Grand Valley, about twelve miles dis- 
tant, to see my cousins Cyrus and Martha Brown, who 
lived a short distance from the town ; and as I walked to 
their place on this bright sunny morning, I thoroughly 
enjoyed the balmy air and the view of the green-clad 
hills, feeling as did Milton when he perpetuated on paper 
these beautiful lines: " In the vernal seasons of the year,, 
when the air is soft and pleasant, it were an injury and 
sullenness against Nature not to go and see her riches, 
and partake of her rejoicings with Heaven and earth." 

I found the Brown family busy — Mrs. Brown house 
cleaning, and Mr. Brown and their son working out road- 
tax near their home. After dinner I went to the farm 
of Mr. B. Hutchinson, and took a look over his place, 
which is chiefly timber; there is one shingle mill on it, 
and another in the vicinity, both of which we saw in run- 
ning order; also viewed the old oil well. I next dropped 
in on my cousin Horace Goodwill, who has a good farm 
of about sixty acres, quite well improved, with excellent 
grass lands and luxuriant meadows of timothy and 
clover. The night I spent at Mr. Brown's, and follow- 
ing day I called on Mrs. Hannah Lord, but found her 
not at home ; thence went to see her son Adolphus Smith, 


a blacksmith by trade, with whom I dined; after which 
we called on Isaac Teasdale,* and had a social chat with 
Andrew Smith, Oliver Heelyer and other friends' former- 
ly from Blooming Valley. Adolphus Smith had just 
bought a lot, which George Bush surveyed for him, I 
carrying the chain. 

MAY 28. 

"There is no flock, however watched and tended, 
But one dead lamb is there; 
There is no fireside, howso'er defended, 
But has one vacant chair." 


This is another never-to-be-forgotten clay on the cal- 
endar of my life, being the anniversary of the death of 
my twin brother, Franklin P., which occurred May 28, 
1854 — thirty-six years ago. As the " whirligig of time" 
brings around each anniversary I think of my departed 
brother on that day as much as I do on the anniversary 
of our birthday. To me it is a day for thought, a day 
for what I might call a sentimental journey, in which I 
have time to reflect that " the furnace of affliction refines 
us from earthly drowsiness, and softens us for the im- 
pression of God's own stamp." It was also a day of 
practical journey for me, as well as sentimental, for I re- 
turned home to Blooming Valley from my trip to East 
Branch, Warren County, Penn., a distance of probably 
over thirty miles. 

May 30, Memorial Day, finds me in Cleveland, Ohio, 
whither I had come yesterday to be present at the dedi- 
cation of the Garfield Monument. I am making my 
home during my stay with my niece, Mrs. Eugene Bus- 
sell, and her husband was kind enough to show me 
around the city, which was handsomely and appropriately 

*1 have since learned of Mr. Teasdale's death, which occurred some time 
tliis spring. 


decorated, and thronged with visitors. The monument 

stands in the beautiful Lake View Cemetery, and there 

were congregated many thousands of loyal people to 

witness the imposing and impressive ceremony. There 

were present the President, the Vice-President, members 

of the cabinet and other government officials. There 

were for sale among the people copies of the last letter 

written by President James A. Garfield to his mother, 

and I bought several for distribution among friends. 

The letter reads as follows: 

Washington, D. C, August 11, 1881. 
Dear Mother: 

Don't be disturbed by conflicting reports about my condition. It 
is true I am still weak and on my back, but I am gaining every 
day, and need only time and patience to bring me through. Give my 
love to all my relatives and friends, and especially to sisters Hetty and 


Your loving son, 
(Signed.) James A. Garfield. 

On my return home I stopped at our church to at- 
tend meeting, and after the sermon I remained to the 
quarterly conference, as I knew not how much our so- 
ciety had to pay our pastor, nor had I heard how we were 
to raise the money. It was referred to by our pastor, 
Mr. Clyde, and in the report he said in that conference 
he would take me or his chances for $25, his claim being 
$125 for the year. This responsibility he took without 
my knowledge. I was pleased to hear of his confidence 
in me in regard to my supporting our pastor, so when 
the opportunity came I arose, having in my hand a hymn 
book which belonged to the church, and said: "I thank 
Brother Clyde for his confidence in me in this financial 
matter. If I owned this book I hold in my hand, I would 
want it to praise the Lord, as I need nothing in this world 
but what will do good and praise the name of the Lord. 
Everything I have belongs to Him ; I myself am His 

9 ( .> 

property ; it was in this house we made the contract, when 
I, a miserable sinner, gave myself to Him. He gave me 
life and salvation, set me free, and in the joy of my heart 
I began to praise His name and work for Him., because 
He has made me a free man, and I love to do His will. I 
subscribe $50, this clay, for the support of the Gospel 
among us." Our pastor's $25 investment was thus 
doubled in a very short time. There is real pleasure in 
doing good and serving the Lord; God loveth a cheerful 

Sunday, June 1. — This is "Basket Meeting" day at 
our church, and services will be held three times a day 
for a week. This morning there is Love Feast, and preach- 
ing by Elder Rummer, which I attended, as well as the 
evening service. In the afternoon I went to the funeral 
of Mrs. Cook (mother of John Cook, of Richmond Town- 
ship, Crawford County), who died at the age of eighty- 
six years. The funeral services were held at Advent 
Church, Blooming Valley. While in the cemetery I 
visited Eliza's grave, and was cheered in my heart by find- 
ing it had been decorated on Memorial Day with flowers, 
indicating that her blessed memory lives in other hearts 
besides my own. Verily, from the peaceful bosom of her 
grave spring none but fond regrets and tender recollec- 

June 2. — I can' truthfully say I love traveling, 
and I can with equal truth confess I love home, that 
rallying place of all the affections. Yesterday, in church, 
when speaking, I said, " If I could sing just now my 
words would be, ' My heavenly home is bright and fair.' 
I thank the Lord at all times for the hope He has given 
me of a future life; and is it not true that those who 
place their hopes in another world have, in a great meas- 
ure, conquered dread of death and unreasonable love of 


life ? But this morning I am thankful to Him for the home 
here. If we would be truly happy — happy every day, every 
hour of our lives — we must be thankful for everything" 
we receive, spiritual or temporal, God to be paramount in 
all things — in thought, word or deed. Thompson, the poet, 
in his ode to Spring, says that happiness consists in 

"An elegant sufficiency, content, 
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, 
Ease and alternate labor, useful life, 
Progressive virtue, and approving heaven." 

I would like to say something of my dear old home. 
After breakfast this morning I took a scythe and mowed 
the yards, both back and front; and while at work I 
thought of how my father was wont to do the very 
same thing, and of how he taught us boys, his 
sons, the method. In those days the lawn mower was 
little known in our part of the State, and to be able to 
mow well with a scythe was considered quite an accom- 
plishment. In my school days I was often encouraged 
and sometimes flattered by my school teacher saying to 
me: "Francis, you love your book;" yes, and I can say 
now that I love my occupation, farming. Mowing by 
hand in my early-day experience was no small item in 
our harvest work, as we usually had a large hay crop to 
take in; and perhaps I loved it because father loved it, 
and I learned it of him. Last year, at this time I was 
in Kansas, and my father-in-law's people gave me credit 
for mowing their door-yard so well that they declared 
they "had never seen it done better;" and this morning 
I was encouraged in my work by my neighbors who in 
passing commented on the lawn looking " natural, old 
style, " etc., "you can mow as well as any of your boys, 
or better," said some, and so forth ; and as I heard them 
I confess I felt a proper pride glowing within me. 


June 5. — To-day I went on foot to the primary elec- 
tion which was held in the town-house about five miles 
from here, and at the same time made several calls — on 
D. H. Miller, then to the Alms House to see my cousin 
Julia Ann Morehead, who is older than I, and whom I 
have known for years. After this visit I went to Saeger- 
town, thence to the mineral springs, where I drank of the 
waters; then to the home of George Floyd, whom I found 
very busy ; also saw John Barr, a relative of Mr. Floyd, 
and whose wife attended school at Cowen's school-house, 
where I did many years ago. At the Republican primary 
Mr. Floyd was nominated judge of election. I voted 
soon after the polls opened, and then left for Meadville. 

I had what I call a special privilege to-day, the pleas- 
ure of calling on my aged school teacher, Mr. John R. 
Donnelly, who lives near Meadville, not very far north 
from Allegheny College, on the old pike road. He was 
as glad to see me as I was to meet him, especially when 
I told him that I had called to thank him for the good 
he had done me in my boyhood. I am not mistaken 
when I say that this visit was both interesting and profit- 
able to me; I had but little to impart, but I received 
much. Mr. Donnelly I have always esteemed and loved 
for his general benevolence and humanity, regarding him 
as a man such as Epicurus had in his thoughts when he 
said that "a beneficent person is like a fountain watering 
the earth and spreading fertility." 

Sunday, June 8 — This is "Children's Day" at the 
State Road M. E. Church, and I will here give in part 
what I wrote at the time for the Pennsylvania Farmer, 
as I believe it expresses about all I could say were I to sit 
down and attempt to rewrite an account of the inter- 
esting event: 

Children's Day. 

Children's Day comes but once a year, and on this occasion some 
came from a distance. I was truly glad my friends, C. R. Slocum and 
wife, had remained to spend the Sabbath at State Road. It was a rare 
opportunity. He and I took our first lessons in Sunday-school here, 
he nearly fifty years ago, while I, with my brothers, was brought here 
by my parents over fifty years ago, and my heart swells with thankful- 
ness when I reflect that I have been permitted to attend church and 
Sabbath-school here ever since. It is written, Delight thyself in the 
Lord, but I am unable to express all the joy and peace I have found 
in His service since first my young heart was turned toward Him and 
my feet toward His courts. Boyhood days are not easily forgotten, 
and how eagerly my anxious soul waited to enjoy this happy event. 
I was so glad that my friend had come on a visit at this time, so that 
we could enjoy Children's Day together at State Road. I only re- 
gretted that my absent wife was not here, otherwise my cup of joy 
would have run over. 

I called early at Lewis Slocum's in order to accompany him and 
Charles to Sunday-school and church, as in the olden time, and we 
took sweet counsel together as we walked by the way. Then our 
country church was so pleasingly decorated with ferns and flowers 
and cages of singing birds, indicating that peace and happiness dwelt 
here. The mottoes on the wall were precious reminders, "You are 
welcome" made us feel so, and "Jesus loves the children*' found a 
responsive " amen " in our hearts. 

Much credit is due the school for the manner in which the pro- 
gram was carried out. The address by C. R. Slocum, in which he re- 
lated some of his early experiences at State Road, was most interesting. 
Among those present who attended with him forty-seven years ago, he 
named Francis Waid, G. N. "VVaid and Orlando Reed, who were pres- 
ent; all the rest were gone. Brother Slocum was listened to with 
marked attention during his entire address. So also was Brother G. 
H. St. John, superintendent of the Meadville State Street Sunday- 
school, who spoke words of encouragement from his experience in the 
Sabbath-school as a scholar in youth and as a worker in the good work. 

I was full of the spirit when my turn came to face the large 
gathering of familiar faces, and speak my piece with the rest. I 
was happy in the thought that the Lord is good to all; who would 
not praise His name? And yet how much am I personally indebted to 
Him for the blessings I enjoy? 

"I see here G. X. Waid, my only brother now living. Here are my 
children and grandchildren with neighbors' children," I said, and I felt 
especially blest in making a few remarks to them and casting in my 


mite to swell their contribution to the Lord's work by doubling it r 
making my love and attachment to the church and Sunday-school 
stronger than ever. Brother Slocum, my brother G. N"., and myself 
attended Sunday-school in the old church which stood on the corner 
in 1847, soon after Mr. Slocuni's family moved on the George Smith 
farm on State Road, near Ira C. Waid's, in 1840. About this date, or 
a little later, Cyrus Goodwill, my uncle, was superintendent, and at 
one time, Charles Breed was our teacher. The children of that time 
that are now living are among the older persons in the community, 
while most of them have passed away. I am so glad to have lived to 
see the advantages of the present day. My school privileges were 
the common school, two terms in Allegheny College, one term in the 
Waterford Academy in Erie County, and one term in Meadville Acad- 
emy. These were all enjoyed in company with my friend, C. R. Slo- 
cum. No wonder I have enjoyed this Children's Day in his company. 
I recently had the pleasure of meeting Charles Breed, our Sunday- 
school teacher of near fifty years ago, and he remembered each boy 
of his class, comprising George Goodwill, A. S. Goodrich, C. R. Slo- 
cum, Franklin Waid, myself and one other whose name neither of us 
could recall. 

I also have here the pleasure of adding what I con- 
tributed about that time to the same paper, the Pennsyl- 
vania Farmer, under the heading. 


Having the opportunity of attending morning services at the Sec- 
ond M. E. Church, in Meadville, with my friend, I improved it with 
pleasure. The program and decorations pleased me much, and 
though the latter were plain yet they were appropriate and beautiful,, 
and the eye was satisfied with seeing, the ear was pleased with hear- 
ing, and my heart was instructed in the good way of life, and made 
glad by the sweet songs and recitations of the children. The dialogue 
by the infant class — in which many little ones took part by repeating 
a passage of scripture, and then contributing a bouquet to decorate a 
cross till it was hid from view with the beautiful gifts — touched my 
heart with the sacred thought which it inspired. 

Then the quotations from the Bible were so appropriate to the 
occasion that I wanted to join them in this exercise, which I did in 
heart, and longed to join them in the work of decorating that cross; 
and I thought of two roses a friend had given me, which were in my 
pocket, and which, though faded, were all I had to give. Had I 
offered them I should have said: "Where the spirit of the Lord is,, 
there is liberty." Again : " The Lord knoweth them that are His." I 


"was prevented for the moment from intruding out of respect for the 
•occasion, but my desire was granted through the superintendent, 
Brother St. John. In shaking hands with him I informed him of my 
desires, and the two faded roses were placed with the children's gifts 
on the cross. I said to my friend, "Put them on as a token of my 
love for the Sunday-school. I am glad my parents taught me to at- 
tend when a boy, and I have loved the Sabbath-school ever since; 
both it and church are very dear to me. I am glad to enjoy this favor 
and means of grace, where one can do good and receive blessing from 
the hand of the Lord. Now permit me to double the children's col- 
lection to-day, and let the faded roses teach us to do good as we have 

My Children's Day opportunities in Meadville were improved and 
appreciated. They included the evening services at the First M. E. 
Church, where I listened to a most helpful sermon from Dr. C. E. 
Hall. I, also with a friend, had a view of the fine decorations at the 
Baptist Church in the afternoon, where banks of flowers and appro- 
priate mottoes, with a sparkling fountain, made the scene most beauti- 
ful. What I saw in Meadville on Children's Day suggested Psalm 
cxlviii: 12,18: Both young men and maidens, old men and children, let 
them praise the name of the Lord, for His name alone is excellent, His 
glory is above the earth and Heaven. 

The tiny blade of grass and flower speak His praise, how good 
is His name. Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, and 
all nature join in the song! 

June 17. — This is the anniversary of the death of 
my brother, R. L. Waid, who passed from earth just ten 
years ago. I regard each date of a death in the family 
as a day of note, to be remembered and reverenced; hence 
there are four days in the year by which I am reminded 
of the departure from earth of members of my father's 
family, viz.: January 7 (my mother died in 1882), Jan- 
uary 27 (my father died in 1871), June 17 (my brother, 
Robert L., died in 1880) and May 28 (my twin brother, 
Franklin P., died in 1854). But of all days in the year 
the one that claims my deepest reverence as dearest to 
me among such anniversaries is "Independence Day," 
July 4, the day on which, in 1888, my beloved wife Eliza 
C, was called from earth to spirit-land — called by death 
into life, for is it not true that death is the parent of life? 






TltDEN fOuW 


" Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, 
Now green in youth, now withering in the ground; 
Another race the following spring supplies; 
They fall successive, and successive rise." 

In the afternoon I paid a visit to xny brother-in-law, 
Moses Masiker, calling on nay way to see Miss S. Bray- 
mer, who had recently returned from her visit to the 
West. I met her at Dr. Weter's last February while I 
was spending a few days at Grand Island, Neb., as already 
treated in full in the account of my fourth trip to Kansas 
and the West [see page 17]; also drove and walked to 
G. W. Cutshall's; thence walked to Hickory Corners, and 
from the hill near there I had a grand view of the coun- 
try around me. Descending this long hill, and musing as I 
trudged along, my eyes reveling in the beautiful land- 
scape, I presently found myself in Woodcock Valley, by 
the banks of the creek that bears the same name. Here 
are to be found, not only pleasant homes and good farms, 
but also kind-hearted, industrious people. At any sea- 
son of the year Crawford County is noted for her beauty, 
but in the month of June, when in velvet v verdure clad, 
with myriads of sweet-smelling flowers adorned, and ar- 
rayed in all the glory fair Nature can supply, there is no 
other county in the State that can excel her in comeliness, 
fertility and grandeur. Here reign health, peace and 
quiet, and as I look about me I find it is a very hive of 
industry. Mr. Cutshall's new house is fast growing with 
the assistance of masons and carpenters, while he him- 
self, son and hired man are busy in the fields cultivating 
corn and plowing a piece of ground for buckwheat; and 
last, not least, among the busy ones I find Aunt Jane 
(Mrs. Cutshall), my wife Eliza's only sister, whose faith- 
ful work in the house can never be too highly commended. 
On my return I called on Orlando Sutton, postmaster 
at Hickory Corners, and still nearer to my home I stopped 



and took supper with my cousin, Mrs. George Sutton^, 
daughter of William C. Morebead, whose husband and 
their daughter had gone visiting a sick relative at Enter- 
prise. From there to my home I had a beautiful walk 
amid umbrageous trees that lined both sides of the road ;* 
all the surroundings being the more endeared to me by 
associations and pleasant memories of the past, of happy 
hours when Eliza and I oft drove along this same se- 
questered pathway in the days of long ago. 

June 18. — -Wrote to Anna enclosing draft for fifty 
dollars, with the request that if it should so please her she 
may for me remember her father and mother, Hattie and 
little Vera, by giving each of them five dollars. My desire 
is to treat them kindly in my own way, for I know that peace 
and harmony are worth more than money. In such re- 
spect I wish to be as my father when he prayed to the 
Lord for the evidence whereby he might know that 
whatever he did was right; that is, his desire was to 
avoid thinking, saying or doing anything he was not con- 
vinced the Lord would approve of. And I want to imitate 
my father also in acts of benevolence and kindness. 
Washington Irving says somewhere, in speaking of be- 
nevolence and kindred virtues: "How easy it is for one 
benevolent person to diffuse pleasure around him ; and 
how truly is a kind heart a fountain of gladness, making 
everything in its vicinity to freshen into smiles!" 

June 19. — Being in Meadville, I walked from there 
to the house of my uncle and aunt, Robert and Polly 
Morehead, about four miles west on the State Road, in 
Vernon Township, and as we met they expressed them- 
selves very glad to see me. From there I went to my 
cousin, Robert A. Fergerson, where I spent the evening 

* Our wood lot of six acres lies just west of Mr. Sutton's farm, adjoiningit, and 
fronts on the north side of the road. 


and night. In the morning I made a call on my relative, 
John C. Morehead, living near by, and while there viewed 
his strawberry patch, rich with ripe fruit of many varie- 
ties, and also his apiary containing, I should think, about 
fifty hives. I would also here speak of Mr. Fergerson's 
two-acre farm which by industry he has brought to such 
a high state of productiveness; then his garden, profuse 
as it is with many kinds of flowers, invariably commands 
the admiration of the passer-by. After another brief 
stop at Uncle Robert Morehead's, I proceeded on my way 
homeward, dropping in as I passed to see a sick aged 
couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kycenceder, the former of whom 
was born in 1803. He knew my father and mother and 
also my grandfather, Pember Waid. He said my father 
"was an honest man," and that he loved him. The ven- 
erable couple thanked me for calling on them, and invited 
me to come again. 

Sunday, June 22. — There was a large attendance to- 
day at church and Sunday-school, and while at the latter 
I had the pleasure of sitting beside Mrs. Handly, one of 
the three aged ladies who had "thanksgiving dinner " 
with Eliza and myself a few years ago; these three old 
ladies — Mrs. Handly, Mrs. Long and Mrs. Kiser — are 
yet living. 

June 26. — -This is " Commencement Day," class of 
1890, Allegheny College, and I went to Meadville on 
purpose to attend the exercises which were held in the 
First M. E. Church building. It was a noted day for 
Meadville in other respects, for in the evening the Re- 
publicans and friends of Hon. Wallace W. Delamater, 
State Senator, who was nominated for governor of Penn- 
sylvania, was given a grand general reception on his 
return home to Meadville. Irrespective of party politics, 
all united in giving our candidate a welcome reception, 


worthy of so prominent a man, one of good record and 
noble character. Before leaving Meadville for Jamestown, 
N. Y., and other points (for I am now on my way thither), 
I called on Hon. W. W. Delamater, just to shake hands 
and congratulate him on his success, etc., and I need 
hardly add I was greeted with a most cordial and friendly 
reception by him. 

June 27 to July 4. — [Here comes my short trip to 
Jamestown, N. Y., and other points, for an account of 
which the reader is referred to page 37.] 

•:• > — 

JULY 4. 

" Long, long be my heart with, such memories flll'd ! 
Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd : 
You may break, you may ruin the vase if you will, 
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still." 

The " Fourth of July " is a day to be ever remembered 
by me, and held in calm and peaceful reverence. Two 
years ago, to-day, Eliza passed from things temporal to 
things eternal. On her fell on that bright summer morn 
the mantle of immortality. 

" Cold in the dust her perish'd heart may lie, 
But that which warm'd it once shall never die." 

Should any one ask how it is I think and speak 
and write so much of my dear departed wife, my reply 
would be, "Can a true lover forget his first love? Am I 
different from other men, that T should forever banish 
from my thoughts the memory of her who was the wife 
of my early and later manhood, and became the mother of 
my children?" No! I cannot forget, nor do I wish to 
have obliterated from the tablet of my memory thoughts 
of my departed wife, the most devoted of mothers, a true 


Christian woman, kind-hearted, noble and amiable, the 
leading star of my life! 

In the afternoon of the day I went with an excursion 
party to Conneaut Lake, where a large gathering had as- 
sembled to celebrate the " Glorious Fourth." The three 
little ferry steamers — -Queen, Nickel Plate and Keystone 
— were as busy as shuttles in a loom, as they ran to and 
fro between the different wharves on the lake. And I 
lacked only one thing to complete my comparative hap- 
piness — the presence of my dear wife Anna, who, alas! 
is still absent from me, many miles away, seeking in her 
quiet paternal Kansas home restoration to health. But 
who has not seen sunshine and storm on the same day; 
joy and sorrow within the same hour; the rose and the 
thorn on the same stem ? 

" Life is a waste of wearisome hours, 

AVhich seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; 
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers 
Is always the first to be touched by the thorns." 

A heavy rainstorm in the early part of the day 
threatened to mar the prospective pleasures of the excur- 
sionists; but it soon cleared up, after cooling the air and 
laying the dust, whereat those who lamented on account 
of the rain were the first to rejoice when the sun shone 
again; verily, every cloud has a silver lining. At the 
lake, which I had not visited for several years, although 
quite near to my home, I met many of my friends, with 
whom I had pleasant greetings, and when I returned 
home in the evening I felt refreshed and well rewarded 
by my short " Fourth-of-July Trip " to the crystal waters 
of Conneaut Lake. 

Sunday, July 6. — This Lord's day I spent in Mead- 
ville, in company with Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Derby, with 
whom I usually stop when in town. In the forenoon we 


all three attended the M. E. (State Street) Church and 
class meeting, Rev. J. Clyde officiating, and in the after- 
noon Mr. Derby accompanied me a mile or two west in 
order to pay our last tribute of respect to the late Joseph 
Kycencedeiy* who died, at his home in Vernon Township 
on the 4th, at the age of eighty-seven years, having been 
born in November, 1803. He was interred in the Denny 
Cemetery, in the presence of a large assemblage of mourn- 
ers, among whom were Uncle Robert Morehead, Robert 
Fergerson, and other relatives of my own, but Mr. Derby 
and I did not go to the cemetery as it is distant several 
miles from Mr. Kycenceder's late home. At 4 p. m. Mr. 
Derby and I attended the Y. M. C. A. meeting, where we 
heard Brother H. McClintock and others address the 
members, and in the evening we listened to the exercises 
of the M. E. Society in their church at Meadville, of 
which Dr. Hall is pastor; but on this occasion Brother 
G. S. W. Phillips, a graduate of Allegheny College, class 
of 1890, filled the pulpit. The text he preached from Avas 
Romans iii: 23. For all have sinned, and come short of 
the glory of God. 

Tuesday, July 8 — Being in Meadville on business to- 
day, I availed myself of the opportunity to pay a visit to 
my relatives, Smith Leonard and family, who live near 
Meadville. Mrs. Leonard, who is my niece, I always 
thought resembled my wife Eliza in looks. I had the 
pleasure of dining in the company of Mr. David Comp- 
ton, who was taking the census and happened to be in 
the neighborhood; he and I attended school together, one 
term years ago, and we have ever since been friends. I 
also called on William Magaw and Aunt Maria Lord, 
and, later, on my friend Hiram Blystone who also has a 
very pleasant home near Meadville. On Wednesday I 

*Mr. Kycenceder's widow did not lon.u survive him. 


was present at the fuueral of Eev. W. H. Marshall's child, 
which died in its second year a few days after Mr. Mar- 
shall had sailed for Europe, and on my return home, be- 
ing caught in a severe storm I remained over night at 
James McKinney's house, where a relative of mine is 
living at present. For some days after this, not wishing 
to abandon active work, which I enjoy, and which I always 
■find beneficial to my health, I helped my son Guinnip in 
the hay field — mowing with a scythe (the boys used a 
mower), hauling, loading and unloading — and also mowed 
and trimmed the front yard at both Guinnip's and Fred's 
place. The wheat and hay crop are both good this year 
in our neighborhood, but fruit generally, such as apples, 
pears and peaches, is a failure. To-day (July 12) in 
the afternoon, I went to Meadville, where I received a 
letter from Anna, who, I rejoice to be able to say, writes 
in good spirits as her health is much improved. While 
in the city I learned of the death of Capt. Leslie, and on 
my way home I dropped in on Henry Smith, where to my 
surprise and pleasure, I found my venerable friend Mr. 
Ebenezer Harmon, who had left his home in Michigan* 
on Tuesday, 8th instant. He reported our relatives there 
all well; and I might here mention that his son, James 
(who lives on the Harmon Farm in Michigan), is married 
to my niece Anna Waid, daughter of Samuel Waid. Mr. 
Harmon who, by the way, is now in his eighty-second 
year, visited us three years ago last June. It was quite 
a pleasure and diversion for me to listen to the chat and 
merry jokes between him and Mr. William Chase, Henry 
■Smith's father-in-law, who is in his eighty-third year, as 
we sat on the verandah in the cool of the evening ; they 

*Mr. Harmon moved to Michigan in 1833, and still lives on his farm there at 
Lake Eidge, Lenawee County. During August of 1891, in company with my brother 
G. X., I paid a visit to our relatives in Michigan and called on my aged friend Mr. 
Harmon, an account of which visit will be given in my Fourth Souvenir. 


talked, among other things, of "rastlin" and such like 
gymnastic exploits, and, both being farmers, had a good 
deal to say about their agricultural experience, etc. 

Sunday, July 13. — To-day my brother G. N. and I 
attended the funeral of Capt. Leslie, who died on his 
farm near Meadville at the age of eighty-three years, 
having been born May 25, 1807; the interment was in 
Greendale Cemetery, and the services were conducted by 
Rev. Craighead, of Meadville. While in the cemetery, 
G. N. and I visited several of the graves of our kindred, 
including those of Uncle Joseph and Aunt Sarah Finney 
and their family, and those of other relatives and descend- 
ants on my mother's side. On Monday Mr. Harmon 
came to spend a few days with us, and we were reminded 
of having been favored in November, 1888, with a call 
from his daughter-in-law, Anna, and her two sisters, 
Clarissa and Lovina. He is making a trip, alone, to his 
native place, Phelps, Ontario County, N. Y., visiting 
friends in Ohio and elsewhere en route. I drove Mr. 
Harmon round a good deal, making calls on relatives and 
friends, and the reader may be sure we did not forget the 
busy hay field, where I lost no opportunity of doing some 
share of the work, which becomes a second nature to me. 

" ' Tis the first sanction Nature gave to man — 
Each other to assist in what they can." 

In looking over some old pictures and daguerreotypes, 

while visiting with Mr. Harmon at the home of my cousin, 

Lucinda Gillett, near Townville, Penn., my eye alighted 

on a clipping from an old newspaper, preserved in the 

case along with the pictures, and which read as follows : 

Pember Waid* departed this life in full hope of endless life. He 
experienced religion in one of our revivals last year in the 77th year 
of his age, and left for the good world in his 78th year, giving to all 

*Pember Waid was my paternal grandfather, of whom special mention is made 
in the biographical sketch of myself elsewhere in my Sor r VENiRS. 


who knew him a Christian example of one year and one mouth. He 
was noted for being an honest man, all his life. His class-leader told 
me that " Father " Waid attended every class meeting but one, after his 
profession of religion up to the day of his death. 

S. R. Paden. 

Sunday, July 20. — Along with Mr. Derby and family, 
of Meadville, I attended State Street M. E. Church and 
class meeting, and heard a young man, by name McKiu- 
ney, preach, and in the afternoon we went to the cottage 
prayer meeting held at the residence of Mr. McKinney, 
father of the gentleman we listened to in the morning. 
This was a good meeting, some eighteen being present, 
among them being Sister Wilson and her brother, Ephraim 
Williams, for many years members of the old State Road 
Church. In the evening Mr. Derby and I attended the 
Park Avenue Congregational Church, where an interest- 
ing discourse based on the day's Sunday-school lesson 
delighted and instructed us. On the following day, 
Monday, I called on Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Reynolds of 
Mead Township, to express my sympathy with them in 
their recent sudden bereavement, their son Earl having 
been killed at Bairdstown, 111., while employed as brake- 
man on the C, B. & Q. R, R., Tuesday, July 15, 1890, at 
the age of twenty-nine years. On Wednesday I attended 
the funeral of the Rev. J. V. Reynolds' wife, and after- 
ward went some four and one-half miles into the country 
to visit my friend, Jeremiah Cutshall, who owns a good 
farm pleasantly located on the west side of French Creek, 
well watered and sloping to the east. 

July 25. — Two cases, being first shipments of my 
Second Souvenir, 184 copies of the 300 ordered, bound, 
arrived this afternoon from my publishers in Chicago, so 
I now have plenty of Avork on my hands in addition to 
my regular labor. In the forenoon I visited my aged 
friend, Isaac Bly stone, residing on College Hill, Mead- 


ville, who is very sick and not expected to recover; also 
called on Hon. G. B. Delamater, in behalf of his son, Hon. 
W. W. Delamater, State Senator, who presented me with 
a copy of " Birds of Pennsylvania," an elegant work 
containing fifty illustrations. 

Sunday, July 27. — I am very thankful to be at home 
again to spend the Sabbath amid my old familiar associa- 
tions, and attend my customary places of worship. Our 
church, State Road and Blooming Valley, " Pilgrim's 
Home," is at present undergoing some repairs and remod- 
eling, so meeting was held in the grove, in the church- 
yard, under the shade of those beautiful trees which some 
members present and myself had helped plant years ago. 
The day was pleasant, the sermon good, and the meeting 
profitable, I trust, to all. 

I am very busy now on week-days preparing for de- 
livery, and also delivering some of my Second Souvenirs, 
taking as many as thirty in one day to my neighbors, on 
foot. May the Lord bless them, and help me in the work, 
for I do not want to eat the bread of idleness. I wish 
to do something to help make the world better, and I 
think the most delicate, the most sensible of all pleasures 
consists in promoting the pleasures and happiness of 

August 1. — I avail myself of the " Grangers' Excur- 
sion" to-day to Chautauqua, to take twenty copies of my 
Souvenir for distribution among friends in Jamestown, 
Chautauqua and other places. He who goes on a mission 
of good can not but be rewarded, for His promises, which 
never fail, are sure to be fulfilled. We are privileged to 
partake of as good fruit as the seed we sow can produce, 
and often better, for the seed literally is improved by cul- 
tivation. The personal effort of taking those twenty 
books seems so closely allied to me by nature that I can 


not exempt myself from it, and I do not wish the good I 
desire accomplished to be done in some indirect way, but 
rather to prove beyond a doubt my willingness personally 
to do good tvith my own hands, money, talent, and what- 
ever else I may possess. 

My intention was to return home from Jamestown on 
Saturday, August 2d, but while on my way, with valise in 
hand, to Mr. Colt's in the evening, whom should I over- 
take but Mr. Devenpeck, also carrying a valise, and Clara! 
"Well ! " exclaimed I, as we cordially shook hands, " I'll 
not go home to-night, as I intended ; I am so glad to have 
overtaken you, it is worth all my trip!' ! Our joy at 
meeting here in Jamestown was pure and unalloyed, like 
our friendship which is love refined and purged of all its 
dross. So it was truly a feast of good things to me to 
spend the Sabbath day, August 3, with such an aggrega- 
tion of friends in Jamestown. In the forenoon Frank 
Simmons and I attended the M. E. Church and Sunday- 
school, hearing a good sermon from the lips of Prof. J. 
T. Edwards, of Eandolph, N. Y., his subject being Naa- 
man, who washed in the river Jordan seven times and 
was cleansed of the leprosy. I heard Prof. Edwards 
preach in June, last year, at Ottawa, Kas., and I was 
very glad of another opportunity of listening to his elo- 
quent exposition of the Gospel. The afternoon was passed 
in social chat among relatives and friends, some ten or 
twelve in number, in the grateful shady grove adjoining 
the residence of Mr. Colt. I did not feel very well my- 
self, so joined but little in the conversation, which 
afforded me a better chance to listen and opportunity to 
think; and on that refreshingly bright, balmy afternoon 
there naturally came to me such thoughts as were sug- 
gested to Rev. George Herbert when he penned his ele- 
gant Sabbath -Day reflections: 


" O day, most calm, most bright! 
The fruit of this, the next world's bud, 
Th' endorsement of supreme delight, 
Writ by a Friend, and with His blood; 
The couch of time, care's balm and bay; 
The week were dark but for thy light, 
Thy torch doth show the way." 

My time is still much occupied with my Second 
Souvenir distribution, and on Friday, August 8, George 
Cutshall drove me to Guy's Mills, where I left several 
books with friends and for the Sunday-schools ; and on 
the home trip I stopped to see Hiram Baldwin, a very old 
acquaintance of mine, whom I had not met for years. 
His parents lived south of the State Road Church for 
many years before they moved away, and Hiram and I 
used to attend Sunday-school together; the parents both 
died in Erie County, Penn., the father, Aaron Baldwin, 
on April. 19, 1881, aged 81 years, 2 months, 19 days, and 
the mother, Permelia Baldwin, on July 1, 1873, aged 63 
years, 3 months, 18 days. On Saturday, August 9, I 
heard, incidentally, through a friend, in Meadville, of the 
death of Mrs. Morehead (" Aunt Polly "), but the date I 
could not find out; so I immediately set out for Kerrtown, 
where, on arrival, I learned that the funeral was to take 
place within an hour. I was thankful to have heard of 
it, even at the eleventh hour, but much regretted the 
absence of my brother, sons and other relatives. The 
interment took place in Denny's Cemetery, four miles 
uorthwest of Meadville, and the service was conducted by 
Rev. Hamilton McClintock, of Meadville, the text for his 
homily being Revelations xxi: 4: And God shall wipe 
away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more 
death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be 
any more pain, for the former things are passed away. 
Robert Morehead was born March 12, 1802, and was 


twice married, first time March 19, 1835, to Sarah Dunn, 
by whom there was one son, James S., born August 28, 

1836, died ; his second marriage was May 14, 1840, 

with Mary McKelvey, born October 6, 1807, died August 
7, 1890 ( fifty years married life with a second wife seldom 
occurs), and the record of the children is as follows: 
John C, born February 11, 1841; Robert W., born 
November 10, 1842; Lydia Ann, born November 17, 
1844; Harriet E., born March 29, 18.48, died - -; of all 
these, Mrs. Sarah Morehead, James S. Morehead and 
Harriet E. Morehead were all interred in the old grave- 
yard at Meadville, but years ago their remains were re- 
moved to the Denny Cemetery, where Mr. Morehead had 
purchased a lot. After the funeral I repaired to the home 
of my cousin, Robert A. Fergerson, where I remained till 
Monday, in the course of which time Uncle Robert More- 
head came to dinner, and after the repast he and I walked 
a short distance about his place, talking and musing by 
the way; then we proceeded to his own house where we 
sat down to comfort each other. I was glad to find my 
aged uncle so well and cheerful under the circumstances, 
and had found grace in the Lord to help in this time of 
his great need. Later on, Mrs. Mary Fergerson, my 
cousin, came along, and we then went over to see her 
father, Mr. John Curry, who is unwell, and here I may 
mention that John Curry, a son of William Curry, died 
July 15, 1890, at the age of 16 years, 4 months. In the 
evening Mr. and Mrs. Fergerson and I called on Mr. and 
Mrs. Davis, where we spent the evening in a pleasant, 
profitable manner. 

On Monday, August 11, I returned to Meadville, 
and after attending to some correspondence I recom- 
menced on my Souvenir distribution, in which connection 
I am pleased to say I received not only much encourage- 


ment and profuse thanks, but also blessings which more 
than reward me in these, my efforts in seeking to benefit 
mankind. In delivering the books with my own hand I 
see and learn much of real life; and I love to visit homes 
of all sorts and conditions — homes of the high and 
low; homes of the rich and poor; homes of the learned 
and unlearned ; in all of which I receive a warm and spon- 
taneous welcome, for they know my sole object is to do 
good; and may the Lord and their prayers so keep me 
that I may be faithful in the work. A certain gentleman, 
a most worthy Christian, said to me to-day: "My son is 
so interested in your book that he is going to read it 
through from beginning to end," and another noble 
Christian, a lady, to whom I had presented a copy for her 
husband, and left one for her son with a message to that 
effect, replied: "Yes, I will hand it to him, many, many 
thanks." Others also say "God bless you," while some 
enquire "How can you afford it?" "Well," I reply, 
" the good Lord has been blessing me all my life; my 
friends have always been kind, and now I feel I ought to 
do something." I rejoice to think there is a book of 
remembrance, and that kind acts will outlive our natural 
lives. May we never sow any bad seed. [The several 
letters of acknowledgment and thanks, which I received, 
will be found in the Appendix to this Souvenir. ] 

August, 13. — To-day I set out across the fields in 
the direction of Saegertown, to deliver twenty copies of 
my Souvenir, carrying twelve in a valise and six in a hand- 
grip. I walked as far as the home of my nephew, Nick P. 
Waid, who drove me to Saegertown, by which time I had 
delivered ten copies. Here I received a hearty welcome 
from old friends; and I will confess I had another object 
in coming to Saegertown, and that was to attend the pic- 
nic held there by the State Road M. E. Church Sunday- 


school, and present to the pastor, scholars and others 
copies of my Souvenir.. The picnic was well patronized 
and all went as merry as wedding bells. 

August 16. — On handing a copy of my Souvenir, to- 
day to a friend in Meadville, he said in simple words: 
"J will never forget yon." Days of my childhood and 
boyhood came at once into my thoughts; and I still have 
in my possession scraps of paper and some little memo- 
randum books written on, one of which in particular is of 
good size and bears on the title page the following legend: 
" Write and be Remembered," underneath which many 
of my schoolmates and others have written their names, 
date of birth etc., giving a specimen of their handwriting 
Now, the outcome of this is — They are remembered, and 
as my friend said, I will never for get them. 

August 19. — My brother and I, with horse and buggy, 
and taking fifty copies of the Souvenir, set out from home 
this afternoon on what I might term a '"delivery trip" 
to Little Cooley, Centreville, Titusville, etc. We first 
drove to Blooming Valley, where we commenced the work 
of our mission, and the many kind friends who greeted 
us on our journey (a most pleasant one indeed to both of 
us), were too numerous to name. The towns or villages 
we stopped at after leaving home were Blooming Valley 
New Richmond, Little Cooley (where we visited W. V. 
Wheeler,* who was very ill, and whom we saw for the 
last time; near Little Cooley we stopped over night, with 
my nephew, Orlando Waid), Townville, Tryonville, Cen- 
treville, Titusville, Grand Valley, Sanford, East Branch, 
Spartansburg and Riceville; then back to Little Cooley, 
and so home. At Titusville we saw our old friends, Asa 
and Elizabeth Davis, the latter of whom is a daughter of 
William Smith, once a near neighbor of ours, and to whose 

* Mr. Wheeler is a brother-in-law of R. L. Waid. 


place I was taken in infancy in order to be inducted into 
the art of eating bread and butter, in other words — 
weaned. Mrs. Davis reminded me of it to-day. by saying 
"I used to hold you in my arms, I could not do it now; 
I am sixty-six, but I did it once upon a time." So ended 
my short Warren County trip, delightful in all respects, 
and very profitable. 

On August 22, at the home of the bride's parents, were 
married Rev. G. S. W. Phillips (a second cousin of mine) 
and Miss Clara Smith of Meadville, toward the former of 
whom I feel myself much attracted, as I think him an ex- 
cellent, industrious young man. He studied with much dili- 
gence both at the Normal School, Edinboro, Erie Co., 
Penn., and at Allegheny College, Meadville, from which 
latter he graduated in the class of 1890. I would like 
here to add a word of comfort for his mother who has 
taken such a deep interest in his welfare and in his edu- 
cation. I think no little sacrifice has been made, and no 
pains have been spared in helping him along in his 
course of study for the ministry; and I pray that the 
Lord may continue His blessing on both families, and 
prosper the young man. To these two families — the "old" 
and the " new " — I presented a copy of my Souvenik, and 
also to several other specially respected and beloved 
friends, such as Alfred Huidekoper (of whose father, H. J. 
Huidekoper, my grandfather and father bought the home- 
stead farm), Elizabeth Huidekoper, Hon. William Rey- 
nolds (whose father, John Reynolds, paid me the first 
dollar I ever owned, which was for wild strawberries I 
sold him) and others. 

On August 30 I met in Meadville my aged Christian 
friend, Ross Lane, and passed our usual kindly greetings, 
heartily shaking hands. We spoke kindly and seemingly 
more tenderly to each other than we had ever done be- 


fore, which might be interpreted into premonitions of 
some impending calamity; but, be that as it may, it was 
the last time we were destined to meet on earth, for next 
day, Sunday, at noon, Mr. Lane died in the M. E. 
Church in Meadville. The account that I received of 
this sudden and melancholy taking away was in substance 
as follows: Mr. Lane went to church as usual, listened 
to the sermon, went to his class, gave his testimony, sat 
down and (in the words of his pastor, Dr. Hall, when he 
gave out in the evening the announcement of the death ) 
" fell asleep." Brother Ross Lane was a member of our 
church at State Koad, and his brother Isaiah, a Method- 
ist preacher, assisted in the protracted meetings during 
1850-51, at the same church. 

Sunday, August 31. — I was glad to learn that Rev. 
W. H. Marshall, Baptist minister, had returned from his 
trip to Europe, as I have always profited much by his 
sermons and had a desire to hear him once more. And 
my wish was gratified this forenoon, for, in company with 
Mr. Derby, I attended the Baptist Church in Meadville, 
where we listened to a most interesting discourse by Mr. 
Marshall, his subject being Matthew xxviii: 20: And, lo, 
I am with you, alway, even unto the end of the world. 
Amen. How I would like to dwell on the good things 
spoken of in this sermon, and tell of the help I received 
from it! At the Sunday-school I was invited with my 
friend into Mrs. Wallace's Bible class, and while reciting 
we had the benefit of advice and instruction from Mr. 
Marshall on the lesson. I was pleased to see present Mr. 
Luce and other friends whom I met at church. In the 
afternoon I went to prayer meeting at State Street M. E. 
Church, and in the evening attended the First M. E. 
Church, where I had the pleasure of listening to an excel- 
lent sermon from the lips of Dr. C. E. Hall, his subject 


being " Building," his text taken from the advice given 
by David to his son, Solomon, about the building of the 
temple. Dr. Hall is deserving of my heartfelt thanks for 
his interest manifested in my welfare. How is it that 
ever since I first saw and made the acquaintance of this 
good man at the funeral of my aunt, Eliza Phillips, July 
25, 1887, at Townville, Penn., I have been continually at- 
tracted toward him? His sermons, his friendship, his 
presence and help have had a truly wonderful influence in 
building me up in the faith of the Gospel. I have a right 
to say I love him. When I grasped his hand in the ves- 
tibule of the church this evening I said to him: "Dr. 
Hall, I love to shake your hand, in it is the grasp of 
friendship; let me thank Christ and respect you for thus 
honoring me." 

On the following Tuesday I attended the funeral of the- 
late Ross Lane, the services being held in the church in 
which he expired, Dr. Hall and Dr. T. L. Flood officiat- 
ing. Thus ended the days of a good Christian man, on& 
ripe in years like a shock of corn that cometh in in its 
season. He passed suddenly away (and he often ex- 
pressed a wish to so die) in the service of the Lord, from 
his church on earth to his eternal home in Heaven, hon- 
ored of God and beloved by men for his Christian char- 
acter. Not long since I met him on the street in Mead- 
ville, and after greetings he said to me. " Brother Waicl, 
over fifty years ago I gave my heart to the Lord, at which 
time I was a wild, reckless young man. The good Lord 
tamed me, and I have been tamed ever since." What a 
sermon! How true in my own experience! The Mead- 
ville Daily Tribune of September 12, 1890, gives the fol- 
lowing account of Mr. Lane's sudden decease, and pays 
to his memory an elegant tribute: 




The community was startled Sunday afternoon when it was an- 
nounced that Ross Lane, one of the oldest citizens of" Meadville, was 
dead, he having passed peacefully away while attending class meeting 
after the regular service at the first M. E. Church. Mr. Lane was as 
well as usual, early in the morning, and had remarked that the day 
was a glorious one, just before the hour for church service ar- 
rived. He listened intently to the sermon, and appeared to be in a 
happy frame of mind. After church he found his way to the class- 
room and attended the meeting presided over by Mr. D. R. Coder. Mr. 
Lane arose and related his experience with much earnestness., saying- 
that he was firm in the faith, and felt that the Lord was with him. As 
Mr. Lane sat down it was noticed that his body was swaying, and 
finally he rested his head on a chair, a groan escaping from his lips. 
His head was bowed longer than usual, and when those present went 
to his assistance it was found that life was gone. He had passed away 
without a struggle, and all efforts at resuscitation were unavailing. 
Later the body was removed to the residence of F. E. Wilson, No. 
990 South Liberty Street, where Mr. Lane had made his home during 
the past four years. 

The writer is without the necessary information for an obituary 
notice, except a few words concerning Mr. Lane's life, dropped during 
conversation at various times. He was born in' the Slate of New York 
in the year 1806, and followed the business of lumbering in early life. 
More than a half century ago he came to ( rawford County, and an or- 
dinary lifetime was spent in Meadville. Several years ago he retired 
from active duty, but as his health was good for one of his years, he was 
able to appear on the streets daily, and always had a cheerful greeting 
and pleasant word for his friends. He was always a Methodist, and 
no man was ever more strict in his attendance on divine service. Even 
when his body became somewhat feeble, and his eye dim, he was al- 
ways in his pew in church at the proper time. He lived a consistent 
Christian life, and his faith in the promises of his Maker never fal- 
tered. We have never known a man whose belief in the reality of 
religion was more intense or earnest. His was a life of never waver- 
ing faith, and he was a servant who was never untrue to his Master. 
He had often expressed the wish that the end of his life might come 
suddenly, and he dreaded the thought that he might become weak in 
mind and body, and linger on a bed of sickness long before the vital 
spark should finally go out. Had he been given the power to choose 
when and where he should die, he would undoubtedly have said: "Let 


me be called to my rest on the Lord's day, in the church which I have 

Those who have no faith in the theory that the Supreme Rider is 
mindful of His creatures, and grants their wishes, might learn a valua- 
ble lesson from the death of the man who was known among the 
members of his church as Father Lane. On Sunday, August 24, he at- 
tended class meeting, and among other things said: "I can only hope 
to live to once more give my testimony for God." This wish was grati- 
fied, and after being once more permitted to declare his faith in Divine 
goodness, he was called hence. His death removes an old and highly 
respected citizen. Mr. Lane's wife died several years ago, and of his 
family but one is living — Mrs. George H. Hamilton, at present a resi- 
dent of Jefferson, Ohio. 

The Meadville Tribune, in speaking of the late Ross 
Lane, says, he " was a Methodist, and no man was ever 
more strict in his attendance on Divine service." This 
reminds me of my mother — -of how she loved the house 
of the Lord, and of how faithfully she sought all the means 
of grace; yes, and found them too. She visited the sick, 
and soothed their sufferings; she was present at funerals, 
and wept over dear departed friends; she was constant in 
her attendance at church, and prayed devoutly, for all 
mankind; in all of which duties I, also, desire to be reg- 
ular, for the Lord comforts my heart in being faithful in 
His service. How appropriate was that sheaf of wheat 
that lay on the plain coffin, wherein rested all that was 
mortal of Ross Lane! The good pastor said in his dis- 
course that had he selected a text for the occasion it 
would have been Jobv : 26: Thou shalt come to thy grave 
in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his . 
season. I went to the cemetery, where I lingered for a 
brief space to meditate and see the last respects paid to 
this aged pilgrim, whose cheerful voice we shall never 
hear again, and whose happy face we shall see no more on 
earth. Good-night till the blessed Resurrection Morn 
dawns on an Eternal Day ! Peaceful is the repose of those 
who slumber in the Lord! 


Before leaving Greendale Cemetery I visited other 
dear resting places, among them that of Dr. David Best, 
whose new monument brought to my recollection the oc- 
casion of his funeral which my wife, Eliza, and I attended. 
On a certain elegant monument I read this inscription: 

They Have Awakened Me From the 
Dream of Life. 

This was surmounted by an angelic figure beautiful 
to behold. 

Thursday, September •!. — At family worship this 
morning I read some Scripture passages, one of which was 
A friend loveth at all times. I want to be that friend, 
so that I may be Christlike, and move on to perfection 
in this Heavenward journey, alivays remembering thai a 
friend should bear a friend's infirmities. The greater 
the cross, the more grace is given. Family devotional 
exercises afford me great pleasure and comfort, and while 
engaged in them I always think of my childhood days, 
and the altar family worship we were wont to attend, in 
which my pious mother always took an essential part. 
How good a thing it is to have a portion of Scripture read ! 
How beneficial and helpful is family prayer! My mother 
never neglected the sacred duty — Bible reading and 
prayer; a blessed memory to me, your son, dear mother! 
I have a desire to thank my Heavenly Father, and rev- 
erence the memory of my parents for the influence of 
home worship. While I live let me bless the Lord for 
the privilege of having worship in my own family, which 
Avas so nobly kept up by my good wife, Eliza, who has 
gone to enjoy her reward.* 

* I thank the Lord that even now July IS, 1891, while my home is part of the time 
with my children, I am permitted to enjoy the blessed privilege of having family 
prayer. The reader will remember that life is a changing scene— tomorrow our 
lot may not be as to-day: certainly we will be one day older, and we may be fortu- 
nate or unfortunate. Life is uncertain. 


I was very much pleased at receiving a present from 
my honored friend, Mr. Alfred Huidekoper, a book I 
much value, the title of which is " Meadowside Musings 
and Songs of the Affections." I also received by express 
from my publishers, J. H. Beers & Co., Chicago, two 
complimentary copies of my Second Souvenir, bound in 
full morocco, and gilt-edged, which I highly appreciate. 
How true is the Bible saying: Whatsoever a man soweth, 
that shall he also reap! A harvest is sure to follow, the 
outcome of which may never be known in this life. 

September 8. — To-day I called on our pastor, Rev. 
James Clyde, and handed him my check for fifty dollars, 
as quarterage at State Road Church. On his thanking me 
I replied that I believed I was only doing my duty, but that 
T would like to have, as a favor, my pastor's picture, which 
was granted. This reminds me of a similar incident 
which occurred on September 12, 1888, when I gave my 
check for one hundred and thirty dollars to Pastor 
Brother M. Miller, which paid his entire claim for salary 
at State Road, and left a balance of ten dollars toward 
the support of worn-out preachers. I understand the 
Society raised an equal amount, same year, to buy an 
organ. I would not have it thought that in the relating 
of this I wish to boast, for I do not so intend it; I owe 
the Lord, let me pay Him. 

Saturday, September 13. — To-day I set out for Oil 
City, Penn., in order to attend the Erie Conference and 
spend the Sabbath there. It is about thirty miles from 
Meadville to Oil City, and on my journey I found the 
creeks flooded, with much water lying in the ditches and 
on the low lands, owing to the heavy fall of rain we have 
just had. Erie Conference never had a better day than 
this bright Sabbath, and there was a great gathering of 
ministers and laymen. My testimony in that love feast 


was : Let all the people praise the name of the Lord, for 
it is excellent in all the earth; and truly is this so now in 
my heart in Trinity Methodist Episcopal Church, Oil 
City, where the Conference is being held. Let Zion re- 
joice! What a good day it was for everybody, and how 
indulgently the Lord remembered me amid the multitude 
who worshiped there that day. I met one friend there 
whom, I believe, I would have journeyed almost any- 
where to see — and that friend was Mrs. W. F. Oldham, 
the Christian lady missionary from Singapore, India, 
who, as I have already related elsewhere, once sang a 
beautiful hymn in our parlor, and whose husband was 
•our pastor when he was attending Allegheny College. 
She told me she had heard that Brother Francis Waid, 
from State Road, was at Conference, so it came to pass 
that Ave were looking for each other when we casually met 
on the street on which she was then residing, and were 
formally introduced to each other by our former worthy 
pastor, Rev. J. F. Perry, who was at Conference along 
with his son, also a pastor. I met many other former 
pastors as well as acquaintances, old and new, and among 
the many " shining lights" to whom I was introduced 
were Bishop Thoburn, Chaplain Dr. McCabe, and Bishop 
J. M. Mallalieu, of New Orleans. I wish that space on 
these pages would admit of my speaking at length about 
the excellent sermons, the good songs of Zion sung by 
the choir and congregation, and the touching spiritual 
pieces played and sung by the White Brothers, occasion- 
allv assisted by Dr. McCabe. I do not know and am un- 
able to say how much good the missionary work advo- 
cated at this Conference will do in the world, but of this 
I am sensible — I am like the blind man whom Christ 
healed, in that I can see better than I did before I went 
to Erie Conference. May the Lord help me to do more 


good, not only in this but in every other way within the 
limits of my ability, for I wish to be fully His, now and 
forever, and to serve Him out of a pure heart. 0, how 
wonderfully the endless story of Jesus and His glory 
leads me to exclaim with David: 0, that men would there- 
fore praise the Lord for His goodness, and declare the 
wonders that He doeth toward the children of men! 

Praise God from whom all blessings flow, 
Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
Praise Him above, angelic host; 
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost." 

On Monday I again met Mrs. Oldham, when I presented 
her, for herself and husband, with a copy of my Second 
Souvenir, desiring to be remembered to Mr. Oldham. 
She requested me in return to remember her and her 
husband to the State Road and Blooming Valley Socie- 
ties, where they were at one time well known, and after 
our interview, a too brief one, we parted, perhaps for 
ever on this earth. I afterward went to Rouseville to 
see a beloved friend, Wilson Smith, whom I had not met 
since boyhood days when I attended school at the Water- 
ford Academy, Erie County, Penn., in 1852. Fourteen 
years ago he was converted, and he is now living a 
Christian life. Our hearts were glad as we talked to- 
gether in his house, about four miles from Oil City, up 
Oil Creek, and also as we walked together to the town, 
in the evening, in order to attend church. After the 
service, which included the closing of the Conference, I 
returned with Brother Wilson Smith to his home, and 
on the following morning I bade him and his wife adieu, 
and proceeded by train to Franklin. 

September 16. — From Franklin I went into the coun- 
try in order to visit my second cousin, Fayette Goodwill 
(son of George A. Goodwill, who lives at Tryonville, 


Penn.), whom I had not met in sixteen years, and who is 
now living on the Miller & Sibley Stock Farm, Venango 
County, Penn., five miles from Franklin, in whose employ 
he has been, I think, over fourteen years. When I 
reached his place I found he had gone to Franklin, so it 
behooved me that I should introduce myself to the fam- 
ily, as I had never seen any of them before, which I did 
in this wise: "Is this Mrs. Goodwill?" "Yes." "Well, 
I suppose you do not know me." "Yes, I know you, I 
have seen your likeness; this is Mr. Francis Waid."* 

Enough! Our good visit had a pleasant commencement, 
and increased in interest, especially to me, as my cousin, 
Favette, presently came in from Franklin. He took me 
over the farm, 200 acres in extent, on which, so lie in- 
formed me, there are at present thirteen producing oil 
wells; and I also viewed the live stock. The well-known 
valuable horse, " Bell," I saw on my return to Franklin, 
when I again visited the Miller & Sibley Stock Farm, 
and also had a look over the commodious buildings and 
the trotting course. 

September 17. — I had the pleasure, to-day, of attend- 
ing the second reunion of the Foster Family, held in the 
M. E. Church, on Bull's Hill, which is surrounded with 
beautiful groves where the company assembled in groups 
and sat down to a plentiful feast. Mr. James Foster, Sr., 
will be eighty-one on February 14, 1891, and his address 
at the banquet, coming as it did from so aged a man, was 
replete with interesting recollections and anecdotes of 
pioneer life. On this trip I distributed several copies of 
my Souvenir, some by mail, most of them personally, 
and I received at all hands nothing but thanks, blessings 

* I have found on several occasions, when introducing myself to strangers, that 
I was identified through their having seen my picture somewhere ; and this has 
even heen the case with children, as instance, when calling on Mr. Cromwell, in 
Chicago, his children knew me at sight, although they had never seen me before, 
only my picture. 


and kind words of encouragement. The evening of the 
seventeenth closed my visit to Franklin, and I returned 
to Meadville and to my home near Blooming Valley. 

September 20. — Early this morning my relative, 
George Reeves,* of Azalia, Monroe Co., Mich., came to see 
us, and by mail I received an invitation to a wedding, a 
copy of which invitation I know will interest my young 
lady readers at any rate, so I here give it: 

Grant B. Babcock. 
Kate M. Simmons. 

The pleasure of your company is requested at the marriage of 
Kate M. Simmons to Mr. Graut B. Babcock on Thursday, September 
25, 1890, at 8 o'clock p. m. Residence of Henry Simmons, Busti, 
N. Y. 

While I was absent in Oil City, my uncle, Robert 
Morehead, and his daughter were at our place on a visit, 
and I much regret not having met them, as I had been 
wishing to have Uncle Robert's picture taken—" to secure 
the shadow ere the substance fades." He is now eioditv- 
nine years old, and I am sure it would please his family 
and the rest of his relatives to have a photograph of him 
as he now appears. -f To-day we were made more happy 
by a visit from Lewis M. Slocum's eldest son and his 
mother-in-law, from Mansfield, Ohio, Maudie, Charles C. 
Slocum's little girl being along with them. It is a happy 
thought to me, and therefore becomes natural to say that 
I was pleased to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Charles C. Slo- 
cum had named their little boy, Francis, after me. 

Sunday, September 21.— Yesterday I walked (as is 
my usual custom) to Meadville, and to-day attended Sun- 

* In company with my brother G. X., I had the pleasure of visiting Mr. Keeves 
at his own home, also his brother James, at Raisinville, same county, August 10, 

i This desire was subsequently gratified, as will be shown farther on in my Diary. 


day-school at the M. E. Chapel, Kerrtown, the services 
of which were very pleasant and profitable. At the close 
of the services I asked to be informed of the amount of 
collection, adding in effect the following: " I have loved 
Sunday-schools and been profited by them from my boy- 
hood, and to-day I have spent a very helpful hour with 
you. There are different ways of manifesting our love 
for the Sabbath -school and the church. The little drops 
of rain water the whole earth ; let me have the privilege 
of doubling your collection." This privilege, you may be 
sure, I was readily granted, and, rejoicing, I passed on 
my way to my uncle's, Robert Morehead's, place, whence 
I proceeded to the home of my cousin, R. A. Fergerson, 
where I remained over night ; and this Sabbath-Day mile- 
stone, placed on the highway of life by God's own 
hand, was further sanctified by us in family worship and 
prayer. On the following day I succeeded in getting a 
dozen photographs (copies) of my venerable uncle, Robert 
Morehead, and I was glad, for I had for a long time, as 
already intimated, been desirous of having his likeness 
to distribute among a few friends as keepsakes. I have 
already mentioned that I had received a copy of a book, 
" Meadowside Musings," from the author, Hon. A. Huide- 
koper, of Meadville, and to-day I was the recipient of 
two more books from the pen of the same author, the 
titles being "Gathered Leaves" and "Glimpses of 
Europe," all of which I prize most highly. The latter 
came by hand, accompanied by the following letter: 

Meadville, September 19, 1890. 
Mi;. Fraxcis 0. Wald, 

Dear Sir: As you seern to have been a person of correct views of 
life from your boyhood, beut on self-culture and the education of your 
family, and working your way up to a comfortable competency for 
yourself and those dependent upon you, while not neglecting the 
claims of society upon you as one of its members, may I; as a member 
of it, express my appreciation of such a record by asking your accept- 


ance of two books, viz.: "Glimpses of Europe" and "Gathered 
Leaves," to keep, or to give to any of your family, at discretion. 

Very truly, yours, 

A. Huidekopee. 

P. S. — If you have any local library where you prefer to place the 
" Glimpses of Europe " for your neighbors to read, you can act as you 

Ill the evening (and, by the way, this is Guinnip's 
thirty-first birthday) I drove to Townville, on business, 
and back to George W. Outsh all's, where I tarried till 
next day. 

September 24. — Going to-day to Union City, Penn., I 
there attended to some business, and made a number of 
calls on friends, including my niece, Blanche Underholt ; 
thence, in the evening, I proceeded to Jamestown, where I 
remained with my cousin, Frank Colt. On the following 
day I attended the wedding of Henry Simmons' daughter, 
Kate M., and Grant B. Babcock, as already announced. 
Harvy Simmons accompanied me to and from the bride's 
home, and much did we enjoy the drive, about eight miles, 
it being a beautiful, placid, moonlit evening. After the 
marriage ceremony, performed by Rev. Lowell, a Baptist 
minister, and customary congratulations to the happy 
couple, the company, nearly one hundred in number, sat 
down to an excellent repast provided by the parents of 
the bride. The remainder of the evening was spent in a 
most happy manner, " and all went merry as a marriage- 
bell," and in peace and harmony ; I should not forget to 
add that the bride's wedding gifts were numerous and ap- 
propriate, the best wishes of myself being accompanied by 
a Bible and a blue-covered copy of my Second Souvenik. 

Sunday, September 28. — To-day at State Street 
Church, Meadville, I heard our new pastor, Rev. Laverty, 

* I have read the book from beginning to end, and found it most interestingly 
descriptive. Scenes of travel so well portrayed I love well, and I intend to place 
the " Glimpses of Europe " in the Sunday-school Library ,for the benefit of others. 
[.July 20, 1891.1 


preach his initiatory sermon. Our old pastor, Rev. 
James Clyde, was present, and. he accompanied me out to 
State Road Church, where I listened to his farewell ad- 
dress, which was touching and full of sympathy and love. 
I was glad to be present, as I, too, was aware of having 
shortly to leave my home and brethren for weeks at least, 
perhaps months, maybe for ever— who can tell?* "Man 
proposes, God disposes." 

September 29. — My brother and I went to Saegertown 
on business, and I availed myself of the opportunity to 
distribute a few more copies of my Souvenir; then on 
my return home was very busy with many things in prep- 
aration for my setting out West. I hope to see all my 
three sons before starting, but at present Guinnip and 
Fred are from home threshing in the country; however, 
I may see them to-morrow. Life is not an empty dream 
— it is full of hope and good cheer; yet we often tread it 
with caution and between the hedge-rows of doubt and 
fear as to the future. We know not what may be near, 
what dangers, rocks and shoals, so we had best trust in 
Him as long as we are here, and Heavenward our frail 
bark He will assuredly steer in such safety and peace as 
to His children He imparts when 

" The sim has gone down in a golden glow, 
And the Heavenly city lies just below." 

[From September 30, 1890, to January 1, 1891, comes 
my fifth trip to Kansas and the West, an account of which 
commences at page 42.] 

* I here refer to my projected trip to the West, to meet my wife, an account 
<>f which will be found elsewhere. 



Sunday, January 4. — To-day I went to State Road 
Church Sunday-school, and to each of the scholars present 
under twenty years of age I offered a copy of my Second 
Souvenib, requesting the superintendent to send me the 
names of all those who would like to have one. I feel as 
if I want to do something for our Sunday-school where 
I have shared the blessings of the Lord in some manner 
or another for the past fifty years^since I first com- 
menced to attend both it and the church with my parents. 

January 5. — My eldest sou, Franklin, is thirty- six 
years old to-day. In company with G. W. Cutshall I 
went to Meadville on business, and we then came to see 
my brother, G. N., my first call on him since my return 
from the West, and following this I made, at different 
dates, a good many visits among friends and relatives, all 
of whom cheered me with kindly greetings of welcome. 
On the 8th I learned of the death of Mrs. Maria Long 
(the oldest person in our community), at the patriarchal 
age of a few years under one hundred. " Aunt Maria," 
as she was called, always lived near us, and was ever 
noted for her industry and honesty; she was a woman 
who I always thought did the best she could, and was 
universally beloved and respected. Her funeral, which 
took place on Sunday, 11th instant, was largely attended, 
although the day was very wet and uninviting; and so 
desirous was I to be present that, after listening to Dr. 
T. C. Beach's sermon at the M. E. Church at Meadville, 
I walked from there to Bloomiug Valley, and thence pro- 
ceeded to the cemetery. 

January 10. — This I always regard as a most notable 
day in my life, for it dates the commencement of my 
Christian life ; my return to God ; my seeking after better 
things ; my starting on the Heavenly journey ; my con- 


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firmed hope of Heaven. Why, therefore, should I not 
thank and praise my Heavenly Father this day for having 
mercifully spared me to reach the end of the fortieth 
year of my Christian life? The Lord is so good to me 
that I will ever praise His name, thank Him for His 
manifold mercies, and worship Him in the beauty of 


" Grander than ocean's story, 

Or songs of forest trees — 
Purer than breath of morning 

Or evening's gentle breeze — 
Clearer than mountain echoes 

Ring out from peaks above — 
Rolls on the glorious anthem 

Of God's eternal love. 

" Dearer than any lovings 

The truest friends bestow; 
Stronger than all the yearnings 

A mother's heart can know ; 
Deeper than earth's foundations, 

And far above all thought; 
Broader than Heaven's high arches — 

The love of Christ has brought." 

Sunday, January 11. — I have already stated that in 
the forenoon of to-day I attended the M. E. Church in 
Meadville and Mrs. Long's funeral. The text was 2 
Timothy iii: 16: All Scripture is given by inspiration of 
God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof , for correc- 
tion, for instruction in righteousness. It was the first 
time I had heard Dr. Beach, and I was in no small de- 
gree edified and helped by his able discourse on the 
above subject. This was indeed a glorious day for me 
in all respects, and well worthy of being preserved on 
record as the " New Year's Day " of the forty-first year 
of my Christian life. I want to begin the year aright; 
yet I know I must be careful, though not too careful in 
doing good. I take for my own use, and that of others 


in my present home, five county newspapers besides the 
Chautauqnan, all published in Meadville, and I have 
now ordered over twenty copies, that is a year's subscrip- 
tion for each of some friends from January 1, 1891, to 
January 1, 1892, many of which are renewals, others 
being new subscriptions. 

January 16. — To-day I set out for Jamestown, N. Y., 
and on arrival there immediately proceeded to the home 
of Mr. F. Colt. On Sunday following, Gertie and Mertie 
Colt accompanied me to the Methodist Episcopal Church 
and Sabbath-school, where we listened to an eloquent 
sermon delivered by Rev. A. C. Ellis, from John iii: 4: 
How can a man be born when he is old? In the evening, 
along with Mr. Frank Simmons, I went to the Opera 
House, where the Baptists are at present holding their 
meetings while their new church is being built, and here 
I had the pleasure of listening to Miss Kate Bushnell's 
address on "Social Purity."* On Monday I made a call 
on Mr. and Mrs. Fred Davis, with whom is living Mrs. 
Davis' father, Mr. Washburn, now in his eighty-seventh 
yearf ; also called on Mr. S. Phillips to see blind Hattie 
Howard, who used to visit at our home with her sister 
years ago. Among other calls I made was one on Mr. 
and Mrs. Grant M. Babcock, at whose wedding I was 
present September 25, 1890. On the evening of the 19th 
I attended Bussell Conwell's lecture, the subject of 
which was " The Jolly Earthquake in India in 1605— A 
Legend." From Jamestown I proceeded to Ashville, in 

*This address was listened to by a large and evidently appreciative audience. 
I. myself, think it was simply grand, and would like to hear it again; it is worth re- 
peating several times, even to the same audience; and I believe it would prove a 
universal blessing if the whole world could have an opportunity of listening to it, 
for then, I feel confident, truth and righteousness would prevail. 

tMr. Washburn had been in failing health for some time when I visited him 
last summer. I can not give the exact date of his death, but think, from what I 
have been informed, that he died in May, 1891. 


order to visit other friends, especially Mr. Burns and 
family, but I found they had moved away, intending to 
go to Ohio; so thinking I might find Mr. Burns in James- 
town I returned thither, but was disappointed, as he had 
gone, so I learned, to Olean to see his daughter. On 
Tuesday I went to Lakewood, where I again saw my 
friend, Mr. Fleek, as also his brother Fayette, at Harmony, 
and enjoyed, taken all in all, a most pleasant visit. 
Then on Wednesday I journeyed to Corry, where I visited 
an old school acquaintance, Mrs. Henry Thurston (for- 
merly Delia Dickson), whom at one time I used to see 
frequently, but of late years have seldom met. From 
there coming to Union City, I here called on my niece, 
Blanche Underholt, and family; also the Housenick boys, 
with whom I am well acquainted and glad to meet again. 
In the evening of the same day I came on to Saegertown, 
from which place a walk of a mile and a half brought me 
to the County Alms House and Farm, in Woodcock 
Township, of which my brother-in-law, G. W. Cutshall, 
is superintendent, and Mrs. Cutshall matron. As I 
tarried over night with them, I had an opportunity of 
visiting them in their recently appointed positions, and, 
for aught I could see, everything seemed to be going on 
harmoniously and satisfactorily. I registered as a visitor, 
and learned that the present number of inmates in this 
excellent charitable institute is 106. Blessed is he that 
considereth the poor; the Lord loill deliver him in the 
time of trouble. Thus ended my six days' trip to James- 

January 23. — On my return home this morning I 
dropped in to see my sick neighbor, D. H. Miller, and 
while there learned of the death, yesterday afternoon, of 
George Dewey, in his sixty-fourth year, after an illness 
of several weeks, I might even say years, from a stroke of 


paralysis. On the following day I attended bis funeral; 
Rev. Barber conducted tbe services, and tbe interment 
took place in Blooming Valley Cemetery. 

On this same day also died Lorenzo Williams, an old 
acquaintance of mine, who was born in Massachusetts in 
July, 1816, and came to Crawford County many years 
ago, and I regret that I had not heard in time to attend 
his funeral. In the evening I took train for Cochranton, 
a few miles southeast of here, in company witb a 
friend, William Adams, for the purpose of attending the 
dedication of the M. E. Church at that plaee. It 
being late when we arrived there, I stayed for the night 
at a hotel, but next morning, after breakfast, my friend, 
Mr. A. T. Brown, called for me, having heard I was in 
town. Accompanying him to his pleasant home, I there 
met his wife, whom I formerly knew as Miss Emma 
Hunter, and the rest of the family, and most happy in- 
deed were our mutual salutations. I was also glad to 
meet Dr. T. C. Beach, pastor of the First Methodist 
Episcopal Church at Meadville, who preached in the new 
church building at 10:30 a. m. ; from the text, 1 Corin- 
thians, iii: 11: For oilier foundation can no man lay than 
that is laid, which is Jesus Christ. A very large audi- 
ence, probably 800, listened attentively to the eloquent 
Doctor, and at the close of the discourse the sum of 
twenty-one hundred dollars was collected toward paying 
off the church debt, which was in reality less than that 
amount. St. James declares that in doing we are blessed, 
and my own experience bears witness to the truth of his 
doctrine. I was blessed in hearing the sermon, the more 
so as these beautiful words fell on my ear: They shall 
prosper that love thee. Who would not love Zion ? Who 
would not wish to help on the Master's cause and king- 
dom ? Here, then, on the occasion of which I am writing. 


was an opportunity for all to do something, and, while 
the contributions were pouring in, Elder Kummer, who 
had the management of that portion of the exercises, an- 
nounced that a little boy* had come forward and given 
a penny, and that the opportunity had now arrived for 
some one to contribute one hundred dollars. "How 
many," asked the elder, "will give one hundred dollars ?" 
I realized, just then, that my time had come to subscribe, 
and so I expressed a desire to stand beside that little boy 
who had just given his mite; my request was granted, 
and they accordingly put my name down for one hundred 
dollars. Again was I made happy by simply doing good; 
and I was glad that I had followed the example set by 
that fine little boy, Floyd Fleming. In the evening the 
presiding elder preached a highly appropriate sermon to 
another very large gathering of people. The M. E 
Society in Cochranton have now to be congratulated 
on their having a fine brick church, for which they 
have labored faithfully. Success has crowned their 
efforts, and my earnest prayer is that the Lord may bless 
them more and more, both spiritually and temporally, for 
this new church building has cost them eight thousand 
dollars in money, besides much time, labor and patience. 
In the course of his remarks in the forenoon the presid- 
ing elder said: "Mr. Waid has written a book, I have 
read it; he is a self-made man." Hours of toil, days of 
thought, and years of opportunity to do good have been 
allotted to me, and yet I wish to do more, to open the 
book, so to speak, and write some kind word that might 
help a friend to a better life, and cheer him onward on 
the path of Christian rectitude. 

*I afterward met, at the home of his parents, this bright little boy, Floy<l 
Fleming, son of James O. Fleming, one of the Church Dedication Committee, and 
have recently learned, with regret, of the death of the boy's father. 


In the evening of this same day I went down to my 
brother's, and on my way thither heard of the death, 
in her fifty-eighth year, of Martha Smith, wife of Ira 
Smith, who lives on Hatch Hill; I had known them both 
many years, even before they were married. On the fol- 
lowing day, on returning from my brother's place, I 
called on my aged friends, Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Breed, who 
were married in 1833, the year of my birth, and I was 
informed by Mr. Breed that he would be four score years 
old on February 5, this year. How good the Lord is to 
us! "Yes," says some one, "but He takes our friends 
away." " True, but ive are left, with this comforting 
hope, that if we do right, and lead Christian lives, we can 
go to them." These thoughts come to me as I sit writ- 
ing in my diary in the old home of my childhood, where 
the spirits of my twin brother, my father and my mother 
all took their flight to the better land, that Heavenly 
" Home eternal, beautiful and bright, where sweet joys, 
supernal, never are dimmed by night." I doubt not but 
some may think these reflections of mine are strange; to 
me, however, they do not appear so. It is just twenty 
years ago, to-day (January 27, 1891), since my father 
died in this old home. Why should I not ponder it, and 
try to be ready when I am called? 

" Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 
Is our destined end or way; 
But to act that each to-morrow 
Finds us further than to-day. 

" Let us then be up and doing, 
With a heart for any fate; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 
Learn to labor and to wait." 

I remember the prayer of my parents that we — they 
and their children — should also live that finally we might 
make an unbroken family above, and to-day I offer a 


similar prayer: May the Lord grant to each of us the 
same spirit, that all the families on earth may be saved! 
In the evening I went a mile south of Blooming Valley 
to visit my aged friend Mrs. Dickson, according to my 
promise made to her son and daughter when I met them in 
Minnesota. I was glad to find Mrs. Dickson well, and 
still able in . her advanced years to attend to her house- 
hold duties; she was even able to be present last Satur- 
day at the funeral of George Dewey! She had two lady 
visitors while I called— Mrs. George Bush and Mrs. 
Hellyer — who added to the mutual pleasantness of the 
visit. I left Mrs. Dickson's about 10 o'clock for my own 
home, a walk of about two miles, and as I plodded on my 
moonlit way I fell athinking about life's duties. What 
a startling array of responsibilities does even a single 
day carry ! Probably no one studies his duty toward God 
and his fellowman better or more profitably than he who 
realizes the fact that a day, gone, never returns, and that 
we will be individually accountable for what we have 
done and what we have left undone — for our sins of com- 
mission and sins of omission. 

On Wednesday, January 28, I attended the funeral of 
Mrs. Ira Smith, of whose death I have just made men- 
tion. She was interred in the Smith Cemetery, and the 
services at the church and at the grave were conducted 
by Rev. Hamilton McClintock. 

Sunday, February 1. — Having, according to my usual 
custom, walked to Meadville yesterday on business, I de- 
cided to remain over Sunday, so went to the home of 
Mr. and Mrs. Hites, whom I can call " old friends," for 
I have known them both since long before their marriage. 
I met some of their relatives in Jamestown, N. Y., who 
requested me to call on them when I could, as I had 
photographs of some of their friends to show them. 


Together we went this forenoon to the First Presbyterian 
Church, and there listened to an excellent sermon from 
the lips of Rev. Hays, the regular pastor, whom I had 
heard once before — text, Matthew xiv: 31: Wherefore 
didst thou doubt ? After the service I bade my kind 
friends adieu, and betook myself to Mr. Derby's, my 
regular stopping place in Meadville. Then in the eve- 
ning I attended the Baptist Church, where I heard a 
very able discourse and appeal to the unconverted, the 
text being Joel iii: 14: Multitudes, multitudes, in the 
valley of decision; for the day of the Lord is near in 
the valley of decision. I love to hear the Rev. W. H. 
Marshall preach the Gospel, and I am never tired of 
standing on the housetops, figuratively speaking, and 
proclaiming to the four quarters of the globe God's im- 
measurable love toward mankind, and that the more we 
partake of His love (and God is love) the more friend- 
ship and kindness will we exhibit in ours. I often think 
of this; and yet the charity of the world is cold. With 
the prophet Joel, I wish that multitudes, multitudes would 
come to Christ, and be sheltered from the storms of life 
in a haven of rest. Christ wants us all to preach His 
Gospel by leading lives of devotion to Him. Come let us 
work in his vineyard now, to-day, ere we find it too late; 
when to-morrow has come ioe may not be here. 

" Work for the night is coming; 

Work, through the morning hours; 
Work, while the dew is sparkling; 

Work, mid springing flowers; 
Work, when the day grows brighter, 

Work in the glowing sun; 
Work, for the night is coming, 

When man's work is done." 

February 2. — I thought it best to remain in Meadville 
till after the funeral of my old friend and acquaintance, 


Joseph Taylor, who had died at the age of seventy-two 
years, and whom I have known for a long time. Rev. W. 
H. Marshall delivered the funeral sermon, the text he 
chose for the occasion being Ecclesiastes vii: 1: A good 
name is better them precious ointment; and the day of 
death than the day of one's birth. The pastor demon- 
strated well and clearly that to the righteous the day of 
death is better than the day of his birth. I am thankful 
for having heard this discourse, as it did me good ; build- 
ing me up on a sure foundation. How I love them that 
love the Lord! I would always be Thine Lord, Thy word 
is so dear to me. 

Besides doing some business to-day in the city, I pur- 
chased six Bibles to present as gifts to my friends, and I 
enjoyed the pleasure of a visit with Mr. and Mrs. Quick, 
whose relatives I called on when I was in Chicago. Mrs. 
Kate Quick was once a pupil of mine in her girlhood; it is 
a pleasure not only to remember but to be remembered. 
Surely there is something in every hour of life; we can 
either help or be helped as the moments pass by, bringing 
opportunities either to be seized or lost forever! On my 
way home I called on Henry Smith, with whom I tarried 
over night, and spent a most pleasant social evening with 
his family and aged father-in-law, William Chase, who, 
I believe, still enjoys good health for one of his age; he 
had been an active and industrious farmer, and retains 
his usefulness longer than most men. I will here chroni- 
cle the death of Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin, whom I knew 
well in my youth and early manhood, and at whose house 
I used to attend prayer meeting: " Permelia Baldwin 
died July, 1, 1873, aged 83 years, 3 months, 18 days; 
Aaron Baldwin died April 19, 1881, aged 87 years, 2 
months, 19 days." 


February 3. — This evening I had the pleasure of pre- 
senting to my friend and relative Mrs. Ralph Roudebush 
of Blooming Valley, a copy of the best of all books — a 
Bible — for which she thanked me kindly. No one need 
say to me it does not pay to do good ; I know the value of 
it. Every effort in the right spirit and with proper mo- 
tives on my part has brought reward to me. We should 
always bear in mind that even in this life the righteous 
are promised " Thirty, sixty and some an hundred fold," 
and, in the next, life everlasting. How necessary, then, for 
us to sow the good seed if we would reap a golden har- 
vest! The Lord will help us to do it, if we only try to* 
help ourselves. 

This cold, wintry day, requiring some letters and books 
to assist me in collecting matter for my Third Souvenir, 
I Avent over to my old home, only about eighty rods dis- 
tant, where my youngest son, Fred F., lives, and I found 
everything about the house and farm in such good order, 
that I could not refrain from complimenting him and his 
wife. I was much pleased at the advancement they had 
made within less than two years, or since they were mar- 
ried; I mean in the way of housekeeping, farming and in 
the general conducting of things, both in doors and out of 
doors. Indeed, I may truthfully say, the same of my 
other sons, Frank and Guinnip, and their wives. It nat- 
urally affords me much pleasure to see for myself that my 
boys are trying the best they know how to get along in the 
world. May the Lord bless us, and help us all to do right. 

But I must now speak of my old books and letters, 
from which to gather some of the best thoughts for my 
Souvenir, in the compilation of which I find that my old 
diaries and some of my school records and compositions 
do not come amiss. But as I pause for a moment and at 
a glance span the journey of life with many of the relics 


before me — letters, books, pictures, mementos, keep- 
sakes, etc. — I find nothing more dear to me than those re- 
minding me of Eliza, my dead wife. Time will never ef- 
face her memory. Anna's letters are undoubtedly dear 
to me, but Eliza's recall to me visions of youth and their 
happy halcyon days. Then how dear to any one are old 
school books and their associations ! To-day, from among 
others, I pick up my old " English Reader," on the fly- 
leaf of which appears, in the handwriting of either my 
father or the school-teacher, my name and the date when I 
commenced to dive into its mystei-ies: " Francis C. Waid, 
Dec. 2, 1846." I am glad I studied and made myself ac- 
quainted with the contents of that book. I remember, 
when my twin brother and I, along with others, were 
thought capable of being advanced a grade higher than 
" Cobb's Third Reader " (which we had just been study- 
ing), to the first class in the "English Reader," that we 
required new books; and we got them. Father bought 
each of us hvo a copy of the "English Reader," and that 
was a grand day for us. He told us to make good use 
of our books and keep them, which we did, and I have 
mine still, while that of my twin brother is, I think, either 
in possession of my brother, G. N., or some other relative. 
I love the " English Reader " and always did, for long 
after leaving school I used to take if off the book-shelf 
frequently, as did also Eliza, and read it to our children 
as well as for our own pleasure. And I do not even now 
wish to let this opportunity pass without selecting one 
piece of poetry from the second part of the " Reader." It 
is by Cowper, the English poet, and the verses are sup- 
posed to be written by Alexander Selkirk during his sol- 
itary abode of four years and four months on the island 
of Juan Fernandez, in the Pacific Ocean: 


" I am monarch, of all I survey, 

My right there is none to dispute; 
From the center all round to the sea, 

I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 
O Solitude! where are the charms 

That sages have seen in thy face ? 
Better dwell in the midst of alarms 

Than reign in this horrible place. 

" I am out of humanity's reach ; 

I must finish my journey alone, 
Never hear the sweet music of speech — 

I start at the sound of my own ; 
The beasts that roam over the plain 

My form with indifference see; 
They are so unacquainted with man, 

Their tameness is shocking to me. 

" Society, friendship and love, 

Divinely bestowed upon man! 
O, had I the wings of a dove, 

How soon would I taste you again! 
My sorrows I then might assuage 

In the ways of religion and truth — 
Might learn from the wisdom of age, 

And be cheered by the sallies of youth. 

"Religion! what treasure untold 

Resides in that heavenly word! 
More precious than silver and gold, 

Or all that this earth can afford; 
But the sound of the church-going bell 

These valleys and rocks never heard, 
Never sighed at the sound of a knell, 

Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared. 

" Ye winds that have made me your sport, 

Convey to this desolate shore 
Some cordial, endearing report 

Of a land I shall visit no more! 
My friends — do they now and then send 

A wish or a thought after me? 
O, tell me I yet have a friend, 

Though a friend I am never to see. 


" How fleet is a glance of the niiud! 

Compared with the speed of its flight, 
The tempest itself lags behind, 

And the swift-wingecl arrows of light. 
When I think of my own native land, 

In a moment I seem to be there; 
But, alas! recollection at hand 

Soon hurries me back to despair. 

" But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest, 

The beast is laid down in his lair; 
Even here is a season of rest, 

And I to my cabin repair. 
There's mercy in every place, 

And mei"cy — encouraging thought! — 
Gives even affliction a grace, 

And reconciles man to his lot." 

February 5. — To-day until noon I was busy at home 
writing, and looking over old letters, over a hundred in 
number, written to my father and mother by kindred and 
friends, and so long carefully preserved for me to review 
now after many or most of the writers, besides the recip- 
ients, have departed for the other shore. What a pleas- 
ure and comfort they bring to me! Then the afternoon 
had yet another sweet pleasure in store for me in my 
having the privilege of presenting a Bible to John F. 
Breed on his eightieth birthday, to give to his great- 
grandchild, Shirley Chipman, a seven-year-old boy, who 
was present when I handed the book to Mr. Breed. This 
boy's grandfather, Edward Chipman, was a schoolmate 
of mine, and also at one time a pupil. A number of 
relatives of the old gentleman were gathered at his home 
to congratulate him on the occasion, and I had an oppor- 
tunity of thanking Mrs. Phebe Jones, of Buffalo, N. Y. 
(Mrs. Breed's youngest daughter), for her kind letter of 
sympathy, conveying a tribute to the memory of Eliza. 
From Mr. Breed's I went to see my brother, who accom- 


panied nie in a walk to our friend, William Smith, living 
about two miles from town, where we remained, each of 
us enjoying an old-fashioned visit such as brings a three- 
fold pleasure in Anticipation, Participation and Remem- 
brance. You know, friend reader, there are such visits, 
and this was one of them. We had each over fifty years 
of life from which to gather our experience, and we had 
not met together for a long time; yet how quickly the 
evening passed away! On the following day I again 
called on my sick neighbor, Mr. Miller, whom I found no 
better; then went to Mr. Glenn Fleek's to see his aged 
father-in-law, Mr. Henry Kelley, in verity a patriarch, 
born September 14, 1800, and whom I had known from 
my boyhood. 

Sunday, February 8.— This turned out a profitable 
day for me all round. Where labor is followed by rest 
and duty by pleasure, what a blessing they bring ! In the 
morning I attended the State Street M. E. Church Sab- 
bath-school, and at the close I was invited to address a 
few words to the children. One thought I expressed was 
the value of time and place when and where I love to see 
children. If time is more valuable than gold, why then 
not make the best use of it? And where can we make a 
better use of time than by employing an hour in the Sun- 
day-school? I have seen children in many places, but I 
do not remember of ever looking on them with greater 
pleasure than in the Sabbath- school, where we all learn 
the most useful lessons, especially the young, for here 
they receive their equipment for life's journey. In the 
forenoon there was preaching by our pastor, Rev. J. Lav- 
erty, his text being John xv: 15: But I have called you 
friends. I love the Gospel, and, as I have often thought 
and said, let it do me good as it doeth the upright in 
heart, so as I can repreach and practice it in my life 


work. A good class-meeting followed the service, and 
in the afternoon a prayer meeting was held in the church, 
instead of the usual " cottage-meeting." In the evening 
I heard Dr. T. C. Beach preach in the First M. E. 
Church from Matthew vii: 20: Wherefore by their fruits 
ye shall know them, a passage in Scripture I had many a 
time read, and heard expounded. I had heard Dr. Beach 
twice before — once in his own church and once at Coch- 
ranton, last month, as already related. He who loves home 
best has the greatest appreciation of good things when 
he goes abroad ; at least that is how I have found it in 
the line of my experience. That passage of Scripture he 
spoke on to-night, Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know 
them, reminds me that there is something about the Bible, 
the Gospel, that never loses its attraction to the Chris- 
tian. It never grows stale or unprofitable by being read 
and studied over and over again. We love it more and 
more as the years roll by. It is better farther on. 

" How sweet is the Bible ! how pure is the light 
That streams from its pages divine ! 
'Tis a star that shines soft thought the gloom of the night, — 
Of jewels a wonderful mine. 

" 'Tis bread for the hungry, 'tis food for the poor, 
A balm for the wounded and sad, — • 
'Tis the gift of a father — His likeness is there, 
And the hearts of His children are glad." 

• *:5=a » B=x:* :- 

February 9. — It is said that only one individual in a 
thousand lives to see eighty, and only one in ten thousand 
reaches the patriarchal age of a hundred years. In the 
married life how few live to see their fiftieth wedding an- 
niversary! probably not one in a thousand. I can name, 
however, an exception in my own family, in the person of 
my uncle, Robert Morehead, who lived fifty years with 


his second wife! Now the reader will perhaps be won- 
dering what all this has got to do with February 9, 1891, 
and I must reveal the truth to him or her — it is the fif- 
tieth anniversary — ■" Golden Wedding " — of my most 
esteemed and well-beloved old friends, Mr. and Mrs. John 
Roudebush, * of Blooming Valley, whom I have known 
from my earliest recollections, having lived within a mile 
of their abode all my life. That I received an invitation 
to join, with many other guests, in the appropriate cele- 
bration of this semi-centennial, goes without saying, and on 
my arrival at the home of the happy couple I received a 
most friendly and cordial greeting. My only regret 
was that my dear wife, Anna, was not with me to contrib- 
ute to the pleasure of the gathering, and share in the 
many hospitalities extended. On account of her health 
she is still with her parents in Kansas, but I hope the 
day is not far distant when she will be restored, by the 
blessing of God, to sound health. Notwithstanding the 
day was wet, there was a large gathering of relatives and 
friends, young and old, who all heartily enjoyed them- 
selves; and so eager was I to be present that I walked 
from Meadville, and on reaching my home stopped to get 
a couple of books I intended to present to Mr. and Mrs. 
Roudebush, as small tokens of remembrance, the true 
value of which would be found between the boards. 
These books were the Bible and a copy of my Second 
Souvenir, and in them I wrote the following: 

*Mr. Roudebush was born April 18, 1818, in Bedford County, Penn., and lias 
been a resident of Woodcock Township, Crawford County, Penn., since 1824; Mrs. 
Lucy J. Roudebush is a daughter of Joseph and Sarah Armstrong, early settlers of 
Troy Township, also in this county. 

£fee liMc. 


Presented to Lucy and John Roudebush, by Frances C. Waid, 
Blooming Valley, Pa., February 9, 1891. 

p. s. — if m y request meets with your approbation, I wish you to 
leave this Bible, and also the Souvenir, with your children in remem- 
brance of your Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary which I had the pleas- 

ure of attending. 

F. C. Waid. 


Presented to Mr. and Mrs. John Roudebush February 9, 1891, on 
their Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary, the " Golden Wedding," by 
Francis C. Waid, Blooming Valley, Crawford Co., Pa. 

Remembrance and Friendship are valuable all along the journey 
of life, and real friends appreciate it. May we bequeath it to our 
children. Please give this book to yours as a token of our life-long 

A Friend loveth at all times. 

F. C. Waid. 

After the banquet, to which all were freely welcomed, 
came congratulatory addresses and appropriate speeches, 
the first of which was a poem written for the occasion and 
read by Mrs. Nancy Floyd. The verses presented a brief 
sketch of the Roudebush Family,, and was very interest- 
ing. This was followed by an address by Mr. Humes, 
who in the course of his remarks paid Mr. Roudebush 
and his estimable wife a well-deserved compliment, in 
saying that not only hundreds but even thousands in this 
county and elsewhere respected and honored them for 
their integrity and real worth. I also spoke a few words, 
and one question I asked was: " Are there any here who 
attended the wedding of our host and hostess fifty years 
ago?" To which Mrs. Roudebush replied: "No — they 
are all dead." Of Mr. and Mrs. Roudebush's eight 
children — five sons and three daughters — seven are liv- 


ing, and four of the seven were present at the " Golden 
Wedding," viz. : Benton, Almond, Effie and Ettie; Clinton, 
Lorenzo and Frank are in Europe; the eldest daughter, 
Sylvania, is deceased. In concluding my necessarily 
brief account of this happy event, I will quote a few words 
from the "History of Crawford County," page 1159: 
" Mr. Roudebush has one of the finest farms in Blooming 
Valley ; has served as a justice of the peace." This worthy 
and honored couple are among the best citizens of the 
county, and may they long live to enjoy the fruits of their 
labor ! 

February 12. — I received a very affectionate letter 
from my wife, to-day, the purport of which set me deeply 
thinking. Her health, which continues in an unsatis- 
factory condition, necessitates her still remaining at her 
Kansas home among her own people whom I know she 
loves well. I, too, love my native county, my home, my 
family, my friends, and have never lived or had a per- 
manent home anywhere else; yet I do not say these are 
sufficient reasons why I should ask my wife to come here 
to live, were it not for a sense of duty and what I believe 
to be right. The problem, as I have presented it, I in- 
tend to solve by placing it trustfully in the hands of the 
Lord, do His will to the best of my ability, and leave the 
results with Him, a Rock on which to rest, either at home 
or abroad. 

Since our marriage I have been spending part of my 
time in Kansas with my wife, and part at my home near 
Blooming Valley, in duty and business as best I know 
how. Now, I believe, in fact I know, the Lord helps us, 
when we rely on Him with faith, and the more obedient 
we are to Him, and the more we trust in Him, the better 
it is for us. He would not invite us to come to Him in 
the time of trouble if He could not deliver us; neither 

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would He say "east thy burdens on me and I will sustain 
thee," if He did not mean it. He is a present help in 
time of trouble, mighty to save, strong to deliver. I trust 
the reader will properly comprehend my motive in al- 
luding in my Souvenir to what might be justly called 
"purely private affairs;" but my reason I feel assured is 
quite apparent to the intelligent. My motive is simply 
to do good; and for the benefit of all who may be in sor- 
row, need, sickness or any other adversity, I have named 
the one reliable Physician, and the only remedy in the 
hour of trouble. 

" He leadeth me ! O, blessed thought ! 
0, words with Heavenly comfort fraught ! 
Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. 

" Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 
By waters still, o'er troubled sea, — 
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me." 


February 14. — "Sugaring" has now commenced, and 
my son, Guinnip, and my nephew, Nick P. Waid, working 
together, have opened part of their sugar bush. They 
have 600 sap pails, and have tapped for about half that 
number. It seems early in the season, but the " first run" 
is considered the best. My son, Frank, is busy getting 
ready to build and move his barn, a no small undertak- 
ing, and my other son, Fred, is also very busy with his 
work — so we all have plenty to do. I think I know now 
better than before how it was that my father and mother 
were pleased and made happier when they saw their 
children doing well and working harmoniously together. 
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and 
fears; they can not utter the one, and will not utter the 




would He say " cast thy burdens on me and I will sustain 
thee." if He did not mean it. He is a present help in 
time of trouble, mighty to save, sti-ong to deliver. I trust 
the reader will properly comprehend my motive in al- 
luding in my Souvenir to what might be justly called 
" purely private affairs ;" but my reason I feel assured is 
quite apparent to the intelligent. My motive is simply 
to do GOOD: and for the benefit of all who may be in sor- 
row, need, sickness or any other adversity. I have named 
the one reliable Physician, and the only remedy in the 
hour of trouble. 

" He leadeth me ! O, blessed thought ! 
0. words with Heavenly comfort fraught ! 
Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 
Still "tis God's hand that leadeth me. 

•' Sometimes 'mid of deepest gloom, 
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom. 
By waters still, o'er troubled sea, — 
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me." 


February 14. — "Sugaring" has now commenced, and 
my son, Guinnip, and my nephew, Nick P. Waid, working 
together, have opened part of their sugar bush. They 
have 600 sap pails, and have tapped for about half that 
number. It seems early in the season, but the " first run" 
is considered the best. My son, Frank, is busy getting 
ready to build and move his barn, a uo small undertak- 
ing, and my other son, Fred, is also very busy with his 
work — so we all have plenty to do. I think I know now 
better than before how it was that my father and mother 
were pleased and made happier when they saw their 
children doing well and working harmoniously together. 
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and 
fears; they qan not utter the one, and will not utter the 



other. I know I delight in seeing my children doing 
well and getting along without any friction, and my 
prayer is that the Lord may help and bless them in so 

Sunday, February 15. — In the forenoon of to-da} r I 
attended the African M. E. Church, by invitation of a 
member of the congregation, Mr. Penman. The text was 
Halloived be Thy name, and the discourse was extremely 
edifying, while the singing was particularly sweet; in fact, 
the whole service was peculiarly earnest and impressive. 
One of their pastors, Rev. W. P. Ross, used to preach 
occasionally at Blooming Valley years ago. In the after- 
noon and evening I attended State Street M. E. Church, 
where they are holding protracted meetings. On the 
following afternoon I attended the funeral of Fred Den- 
ny, which was well attended, in spite of the rain that had 
continued two days, services being held at the African 
M. E. Church. On my way home from Meadville I 
dropped in to see my friend Clark Ellis, and I had only 
been in his house a short time when Mrs. Ellis asked me 
if I had been in Jamestown, N. Y., lately, and, if so, had 
I seen Thompson and Lydia Burns while there ? Well, 
I was just in the act of relating to Mrs. Ellis about how 
I had tried to see Mr. and Mrs. Burns when in Jamestown 
recently (an account of which I have already written), 
when who should we see, as we looked out of the window, 
but Mr. and Mrs. Burns getting out of a buggy! Certainly 
a most singular coincidence. Then came a cordial meet- 
ing and hand-shaking of genuine friendship. After con- 
siderable chat and "comparing of notes," so to speak, I 
went to my son's to apprise them of the news, Mr. and 
Mrs. Ellis and Mr. and Mrs. Burns following in their 
buggy. Here Mrs. Ellis remained, while Mr. Ellis, Mr. 
and Mrs. Burns and I proceeded to Blooming Valley in 


order to pay a visit to my uncle, Horace Waid ; after 
which we made several more calls on relatives and others. 
We then assembled at the old homestead of my youth, 
where Guinnip lives, and here all partook of dinner and 
enjoyed a long conversation about old times and familiar 
incidents and scenes. After dinner we went to Frank- 
lin's, called on Mrs. Almeda Waid, widow of R. L. Waid, 
and in the evening visited Mr. J. H. Reynolds, a near 
neighbor of Mr. Ellis', where I remained till morning. 
Next day was occupied in making many more visits, in- 
cluding one to the Alms House (in order to see Mr. and 
Mrs. Gutshall), a call ou Mr. Eugene Burns, where are 
living a nephew and nieces of Mr. Thompson Burns; 
after which Mr. Ellis and I wished Mr. and Mrs. Thomp- 
son Burns adieu, as they had to proceed on their journey 
to Ohio. 

February 19. — -To-day I attended the second meeting 
of the Dairymen's Association held in Meadville* — a 
good school for both farmers and citizens. Dr. T. L. 
Flood, the president, and many prominent men from vari- 
ous parts of the Union were present, and delivered ad- 
dresses, etc. Various questions of interest were dis- 
cussed, as were also the good things provided for the 
inner man at the banquets, to the enjoyment of all pres- 
ent; then at the close of the last day's session I went with 
my cousin, R. A. Fergerson (who was present at the 
meeting), to his home, probably to remain a day or two 
visiting my uncle and cousins before returning home. 
Winter apparently is preparing to take its departure, for 
some of the harbingers of spring have already made their 
appearance — rain and sunshine and the ever-welcome 
bluebird. The farmer is busy sugar-making, and he can 
now go forth to his labor, and along with his friends, the 

* The association met three days in Meadville, viz. : February 18, 19 and 20. 


feathered songsters of the woods, enjoy the freedom of 
his native land, and sing its praises from morning till 

Sunday, February 22. — This morning I came to Mead- 
ville, and in the forenoon attended the Second Presbyte- 
rian Church, where I heard a good sermon by Dr. Jona- 
than Edwards,* the text selected being Exodus xx: 1: 
And God spake all these words. In the afternoon I 
went to meeting at State Street Church, and in the even- 
ing, with my friend, Mr. Derby, attended the Baptist 
Church, where we listened with pleasure and profit to a 
discourse from Eev. W. H. Marshall on the subject: For 
we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; 
that every one may receive the things done in his body, ac- 
cording to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad. 
(2 Corinthians v: 10:) I am never weary of hearing 
the Gospel, and through it learning the way of life. 

February 23. — In looking over this morning's papers, 
my eye caught the notice of the death of Samuel B. 
Long, who was born November 3, 1806, died February 
21, 1891, so in the afternoon I proceeded, in company with 
my brother, G. N., to his late residence in order to pay 
my last tribute of respect. A very large number of his 
relatives and friends were present at the funeral, for Mr. 
Long was beloved and held in high esteem in the com- 
munity ; by none more so than myself, for from my youth, 
when I taught school in our township, and he was one of 
our school directors, I have loved and honored him. The 
impressive homily delivered on this solemn occasion by 

* Dr. Jonathan Edwards, who had been pastor of the Second Presbyterian 
Church of Meadville since the latter part of the year 1888. was born in 1817, and 
died July 13, 1891. It was my prilvege, during his three years' ministry in Mead- 
ville to hear him preach the Gospel on several occasions, both at funerals and dur- 
ing the regular service in his church, and I was always deeply impressed with his 
words as they fell from his lips. Especially do I speak of the last sermon I ever 
heard him preach, by which I was to an exceptional degree instructed and bene- 


Rev. H. H. Barber was from John iii: 16: For God so- 
loved the world that lie gave his only begotten son, that 
whosoever believeth in Him should not perish bid have ever- 
lasting life. Among many incidents that I could relate 
illustrative of the true friendship of Mr. Long toward me 
and mine, one is particularly fresh in my memory. On 
a certain day after my second marriage, as my wife and I 
were passing his pleasant home, I found the opportunity 
to introduce her to Mr. Long, referring at the same time 
to the warm friendship that had for so many years ex- 
isted between him and myself, and Anna and I then re- 
ceived his congratulations and best wishes for our present 
and future welfare and happiness. I love a bond that 
severs on earth only when we are called to cross the 
River that divides that Heavenly Land from ours. 

February 25. — Becoming somewhat wearied of writ- 
ing and studying, I concluded this morning, for a change, 
to go into the sugar bush, where my son, Guinnip, and 
nephew, Nick P., were busy syrup and sugar making, 
having 650 sap pails in use. They make more syrup 
than sugar, it being the more profitable of the two, and 
they have everything very convenient for the business. 
When there is a good run of sap, as at present, they keep 
up the industry both day and night, having sometimes 
over thirty barrels of sap on hand. During the present 
month they made over one hundred gallons of syrup and 
some sugar. I found my walk over the farm and across 
the hundred -acre lot to the sugar bush quite reviving to 
me, and as I plodded on my way, I became absorbed in 
thought, dreaming of happy days gone by; of the many 
years (in fact all my life up to 1889) I followed the same 
business, in which I found both work and enjoyment- 
yes, and sometimes profit. Of the innumerable pleasant 
associations connected with farm occupations I think the 


" sweetest " of all is the making of maple sugar and syrup ; 
and one gets hungry while working in the sugar bush, in 
which connection I wish to speak of the pleasant times, 
not exactly in my boyhood, when my twin brother and I 
worked together in the bush. If we did not take our 
dinner with us, one of us could go home and get it; but 
Avhen I was married, sometimes if I was very busy, my 
good wife, Eliza, would bring my dinner to the camp. 
Happy days then, and happy days now, and pleasant for 
me in the thinking of them. It seems we can love a good 
thing forever, and never grow tired ; even the memory of 
such is blessed. 

February 26. — I am assessed (1891) in Woodcock 
Township as follows: Farm, 200 acres, $5,800; money 
at interest, |40,000; total, $45,800; and I may add that 
in 1890 my taxes amounted in all (inclusive of what I 
paid in Mead and Richmond Townships and in the city 
of Meadville) to about three hundred dollars. So you 
see a farmer helps not a little toward municipal revenues. 
But I am thankful for the occupation, and I rejoice in it ; 
it is respectable and honorable, yielding a comfortable 
living besides accumulating a yearly increase, to me and 
my family a satisfying portion. 

February 27. — What shall I write in my diary under 
this day's date? Sunshine and shade, joy and sorrow, 
smiles and tears, were my experiences, and I found my 
first effort to work a failure. In traveling, when we arrive 
at a bridge, we must cross it or abandon our journey. I 
was anxious to continue my journey, but I was weary, 
my heart was heavy, and nature was struggling for relief, 
so weep I must and shed -tears I did, as I threw myself 
down on a couch. Some of us are more easily touched, 
sympathetically, than others, yet I did not think I could 
ever shed so many tears as I did this morning. Our 


Divine Master wept, and why should not we, for we have 
a work to do if we desire to fill our mission in life faith- 
fully ? My present labor, aside from business affairs, is 
to finish the preparation of material for my Third 
Souvenir, and being in poor health, in fact sick, my zeal 
and eagerness to accomplish the work became too much 
for me, and nature had to succumb, as I have just re- 
lated. But Christ, who was a Man of Sorrows and who 
wept bitter tears more than once during His sojourn on 
earth, has bowels of compassion for all who are in trouble 
and will cast their burdens at His feet. 

To me the day seemed sad; it was rough and wintry 
outside, and to me no pleasanter inside, as heavy thoughts 
crowded into my mind, and the horizon seemed to me 
darkened with somber clouds of melancholy. But the 
severest storms are soon over, and in the afternoon Hope 
loomed up in the distance, and the bright silver linings 
of the lowering clouds appeared in refreshing splendor. 
The starlit evening of my dark day was approaching, and 
when my son Guinnip came from Meadville, bringing my 
mail — newspapers and six letters, one from my dear wife, ' 
written encouragingly as to her health and our home — 
rays of hope lightened up my home, the burden of my 
heart was removed, and I was comforted. In the even- 
ing some more good cheer was in store for me, for 
Anna, Guinnip's wife, accompanied me to the commence- 
ment exercises of the graded school in Blooming Valley, 
where we were eye-witnesses to six students of the class 
of 1891 receiving diplomas. This was the first proceed- 
ing of the kind ever held here, and the scene was cer- 
tainly very pleasant, while the exercises were most in- 
teresting and profitable, altogether very hopeful for the 
success and advancement of our Blooming Valley school. 
The teachers were Clifton Leach and Minnie Luper, and 


the graduates were Earl Graham, Mabel Smith, Clyde 
Gilmore, Rebecca Hall, Otis Carpenter and Mertie Drake. 
The motto displayed was: "For life, not for school, we 
learn." Sometimes, as on this occasion, I become so in- 
terested and moved that I am filled with a desire to speak 
some words of encouragement, and so try to help those 
who labor faithfully to get an education, and those words 
are embodied in the simple little prayer, " God bless 
them," as I know He will, all those who seek after wis- 
dom. To all of us what is life but a school for eternity? 
Let us have our lessons well prepared and be ready, so 
that not only our fellow men will say "well done" but 
also the good Master. 

Sunday, March 1. — To-day I find my health somewhat 
improved, but the weather is cold, though pleasant, and 
the ground is covered with about three inches of snow. 
I much wished to attend church, Sabbath-school and 
prayer meeting, as usual, especially at State Road, " Pil- 
grims' Home," where I have been only once since my 
return from the West, two months ago, having been 
absent from home every Sunday except January 4 and 
to-day. Well, I did attend all three, and felt myself much 
comforted and helped by the several exercises ; particularly 
in the Sunday-school and class was I wonderfully blessed 
and strengthened. There is a passage in Scripture that 
says: The Lord strengthened me with strength in my 
sold. How true it is that they who wait on Him shall 
renew their strength! So this calm Sabbath became a 
day of rest and peace to me, and I continue my life's jour- 
ney rejoicing as I ought. 

March 2. — Having learned at church yesterday of the 
death of my aged friend and former school-teacher, John 
R. Donnelly, and that the funeral was to be held from 
his late residence in Mead Township this forenoon, I 

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proceeded thither on foot. Rev. Dr. T. C. Beach, pastor 
of the First M. E. Church of Meadville, officiated, and the 
interment was in Greendale Cemetery, Meadville. Mr. 
Donnelly was born January 21, 1807, and was therefore 
at the time of his death in his eighty-fifth year. 
He leaves a widow and four children, a sister, a niece 
and a nephew to unite with a large circle of friends in 
mourning his departure. In my youth I loved him as my 
teacher, and ever afterward our friendship, born of love, 
was cherished and fostered with jealous care on either 
side, bringing with it the fruit of peace and righteousness 
which is the inheritance of God's children. 

March 4. — A few days ago I was jubilating over the 
prospects of an early spring, so fine was the weather, and 
the proverbial blue-bird had been seen! To-day, alas! 
we are in the depth of winter again, for it snowed through 
the night in a very unspring-like fashion, bringing good 
sleighing to us, however. On the 5th I visited Mrs. 
Lucy Allen, who, on account of ill health, had returned 
last January from the West. Her husband, Mr. James 
Allen, and family moved to near Mound City, Dak., in 
the fall of 1885, where he died in November, 1888. The 
family have a farm both here and in Dakota. 

March 6. — This is the twenty-third birthday of my 
youngest son, Fred F. The boys are and have been, 
lately, very busy — drawing logs, Fred gathering ice for 
summer, Frank preparing to build, Guinnip teaming, etc. 
The logs they are teaming from our wood lot in Richmond 
Township, southeast of Blooming Valley, to Mr. Dewey's 
mill in AVoodcock Township, about three miles distant. 
I am glad my boys are all industrious and doing well. 
May the Lord bless them, and prosper their lives. 

Sunday, March 7. — Having come to Meadville yester- 
day on business, I remained over to-day in order to attend 

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the funeral of Mrs. Frank Billings, who died in Chicago, 
whence her remains were brought here for interment, 
which took place from the residence of her half sister on 
Washington Street, Rev. Hamilton McClintock conduct- 
ing the obsequies. In the forenoon I attended the 
Unitarian Church, and was instructed by hearing the 
Gospel and listening to the words of life both read and 
expounded. Then in the evening I went to the First M. 
E. Church, where Dr. Beach preached from the text, 
Matthew xxv : 10: The door was shut; and so ended an- 
other Sabbath-Day's march homeward. 

March 12.— In the evening of this day I made a brief 
call on an aged friend, of whom I have already made men- 
tion, Mrs. Mary Kiser, who still lingers with us, though 
very feeble. After walking across the room she said: 
"At ninety I can't walk as I could once." Her youngest 
child, the only daughter now living, by name Ursula Roude- 
bush, is here taking care of her mother; Marvin Smith, 
her (Mrs. Riser's) son, has lived with his mother many 
years, and is still single. Hosea Smith, Ursula Roude- 
bush's brother, was killed at the battle of Gettvsburo'. 
July 1, 1803 (as already mentioned in my Fikst Souve- 
nik), and his remains were brought home for interment in 
the Smith Cemetery. Ursula presented me with a letter 
that was written by him while at the front, of which the 
following is a copy. 

(amp, sear White Oak Church, June 10, 1803. 
Dear Mother unci Sister: I am happy to inform you that my health 
is pretty good, at present better than it has been for the last two weeks. 
I had a bad pain in my head and back, but it has nearly all left now. 
I got your letter a few days since, and was very glad to hear 
from you. It was the first time I had heard for two months. The 
weather here is very warm and sultry, and is very disagreeable when 
we are marching. We have had marching orders a great many times, 
and have even packed up our things, but have not started yet. Part 
of the army have crossed the river again, I think for the purpose of 
keeping the rebels from going up toward Bull Run. Our men are on 
the heights just above Fredericksburg, where Burnside was repulsed 


last fall. They shell each other once in a while — that is all. I have 
just come in from picket duty. Our regiment does picket duty 
along the Rappahannock, the rebels being just across, on the other 
side." The soldiers sometimes exchange with each other, exchang- 
ing provisions or papers; two of the rebels swam across the river 
to our side, just below my post, and traded one of their papers for 
one of ours. One of them offered a large sum for a pair of boots, 
and they wanted to get some writing paper, which they said was 
twenty cents a sheet in the South. They wanted some coffee bad, 
but our lieutenant would not let them have any. He said coffee 
was five dollars per pound on their side of the river; sugar, two dol- 
lars; salt, very scarce, and they had but very little of it. At the last 
tight at Fredericksburg, when we went out skirmishing, we found a 
lot of the rebels' haversacks in the woods, and some of them had noth- 
ing but shelled corn in them, while some were full of tobacco, which 
I suppose they thought they would trade to the Yankees for some- 
thing else, if they were taken prisoners. When we go out on the 
picket, we buy hoe-cake of the darkies, but they have no salt to put 
in them unless they get it of the soldiers. Sometimes we can get 
some milk by paying ten cents per pint. I expect we will go across 
the river pretty soon again, but it is hard to tell what Ave will do. The 
soldiers have all confidence in "Joe " Hooker. Things are very dear 
here; our sutler sells butter for fifty cents per pound; cheese, forty 
cents; fresh peaches, one dollar per can, which hold about one pint; 
and other things in proportion. We got paid about two months' pay 
about two weeks ago, and I thought I would keep the most of mine to 
get something fit to eat, I have got so sick of the army rations, and 
also my appetite is not very good. But I will send you five dollars in 
this letter, and will try and send more the next time. Nothing more 
at present. Your affectionate son, 

Hosea Smith. 

Having known Hosea Smith from his childhood, and 
having a full knowledge of his kindness to his mother, 
his patriotism, his love for freedom and right, I revere 
his memory. 

March 14. — To-day I set out for Meadville on foot, 
facing the wintry March wind and snow for five miles, 
specially to see an old pupil of mine whom I taught at 
Blooming Valley, viz., J. W. Thompson, of Madisonville, 
Monroe Co., Tenn., who is here visiting relatives and old 
friends after an absence of twenty years. I remember 
having heard, when a boy, of a certain Revolutionary 
soldier, named Upton, having said that he "would walk 
from Maine to the Valley of the Mississippi to look on 
the face of George Washington." So, as I rehearsed in 


my mind that patriotic soldier's avowal, I thought I could 
well walk five miles to look on the face of an old friend 
and pupil. He was at the time staying with his sister, 
Miss Grace Thompson, in Meadville, who attended school 
with her three brothers — James, John and AV alter. I 
feel that I owe and would like to pay a tribute to the 
memory of their deceased parents who were so kind to me, 
and whom I always afterward held in the greatest respect. 

Sunday, March 15. — It is a good thing to make the 
best use of our opportunities. It is written: The steps 
of a good man are ordered by the Lord. I take it for 
granted that all Christians (and may I not say all men) 
wish me to do good ; I know the Lord does, and I believe 
has called me into His vineyard to work to that end to 
the best of my ability. I want to do His will that my 
steps and my way may be ordered aright, and that I may 
be led to Him in all things I do. I am glad I love truth 
and righteousness, and I find it is good for me to commit 
my way to Him, trust in Him and wait patiently witli 
good courage. I know from my experience that he 
strengthens me, and gives me the desires of my heart. 

To-day I went to Christ Protestant Episcopal Church, 
which is situated on the northwest corner of what is con- 
sidered the central attraction of Meadville — in my 
younger days simply the public square used for various 
purposes, such as training militiamen, shows, political 
meetings, Liberty poles etc., now Diamond Park, beauti- 
fied with many varieties of trees, artistically setting off 
and shading with their umbrageous foliage the walks and 
spacious drive that pass round the handsome grounds ; 
the monuments — Pioneer Monument and Soldiers' Monu- 
ment — the fountain, the public stand etc., all combining 
to give to the park a graceful beauty. But to return to 
my Sabbath duties. Rev. Courtland Whitehead, bishop 


of the diocese of Pittsburgh, preached an eloquent and 
impressive sermon from Luke ii: 49: Wist ye not that 
I must be about my Father's business? In the after- 
noon I again heard the Bishop, this time in the church 
at Vallonia, a village near Meadville, and at the close of 
the service enjoyed an introduction to the reverend gen- 
tleman, a hand-shake and short chat. I told him I had 
heard both his sermons, and was much helped by them 
in my path of Christian life, to which he replied, "1 am 
glad of it." I said to him further: "I am a learner, 
seeking Truth, 'unsectarian,' as you said in your first ser- 
mon to-day, when describing the churchman, the good 
citizen, the Christian." Said he, "are we not all learn- 
ers?" The warmth of the hearty handshake was proof 
that I loved the man who had helped me. In the evening 
I attended the Baptist Church at Meadville, where the text 
was Hebrews ii : 3 : How shall we escape, if ive neglect 
so great salvation? Several were baptized, and I felt 
within myself that all the services and exercises of the 
day had helped me. 

March 16. — In the Meadville Morning Star I read of 
the sudden death of S. W. Kepler, for forty years well 
known as a popular hotel proprietor, twenty-three years 
in Meadville. He was born June 19, 1821, died March 
15, 1891. Since the death of James Irvin, April 3, 1882, 
I have stopped, when in Meadville, at both the "Central 
Hotel." kept by Mrs. Irvin and her son, and at the 
"Kepler House," and on Saturday, March 7, I had dinner 
with Mr. Kepler, who was in his usual good health, and 
cheery and merry as ever, meeting me with his ever 
pleasant smile. 

March 18. — Golden AVedding of Mr. and Mrs. 
Laban Smith, Blooming Valley. — Let us always look 
on the bright side. The record of the year 1891, as far 


as it has gone, is heightened in interest, in this commu- 
nity, by two "golden wedding" celebrations* — the first 
one, on February 9, being that of Mr. and Mrs. John 
Roudebush, and the second, to-day, that of Mr. and Mrs. 
Laban Smith, -f the former of whom is a son of the late 
Joseph Smith, whose home was within a stone's throw of 
my father's door — my home both then and now. Laban's 
mother is yet living, and is still our nearest neighbor. 
About 150 people — friends and relatives — were assembled 
in Blooming Valley, to do honor to the worthy couple 
and the interesting occasion, and among the guests from 
a distance I might mention Mrs. Smith's brother, Mr. 
James Shouts, of Faribault, Minn., and her daughter, 
Armitta (Mrs. John Proud) and her two sons, of Aber- 
deen, Dak. 

Fifty years ago, to-day, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were 
happy on the threshold of joint life, simply the com- 
mencement of what they now experience. Then they had 
the beginning, representing the sunshine of life farther 
on, the reality of which they have now reached; in 1841 
they formed the bud; later on, the blossom; to-day, the 
fruit — fifty years of married life to thank the Lord for, 
and the presence in their old home, this day, of four sons 
and four daughters, £ and many other relatives, in all 
representing four generations, besides hosts of friends, 

* It is worthy of remark that within less than a year three golden weddings— 
the two here spoken of and that of Mr. and Mrs. John Braymer, near Blooming 
Valley, last fall while I was absent in the West— have been celebrated. Healthy, 
indeed, must be Blooming Valley and vicinity, for quite a number of couples can 
now be counted here who have passed their fiftieth wedding anniversary. 

t Laban Smith had many friends when he was married, a large number of 
whom were present at the banquet, and even more at the golden wedding; not- 
withstanding many had died, the number of his friends had increased: A generous 
man retains his friends. 

X Mr. and Mrs. Laban Smith have nine children living— five sons and four 
daughters— all of whom were present at the wedding, except one son, who was un- 
able to attend on account of sickness. 


all of whom were met to pour out their greetings and 
congratulations. On my way to this golden wedding I 
called on Laban's aged mother (who was unable to 
attend), and afterward I held in my arms her great-great- 
grandchild, the two representing the alpha and the 
omega of five generations! Many of the ancestors lived 
to very advanced ages, some of them to nearly a hundred 
years. Mr. and Mrs. Smith have twenty-four grand- 
children (though not all present at the celebration) and 
two great-grandchildren. 

*"When the bride and bridegroom were married I 
was only about eight years of age, yet I remember them 
very well as they then were half a century ago, and I 
may safely say we have been pretty close friends ever 
since. I do not think all the blessings of life are past. 
True friendship should at all times be cultivated, for it 
will bring lasting happiness to us, more durable than 
monuments of stone or iron. Laban Smith I look upon 
and respect as a man of generous heart and hospitable, 
in which virtues he is worthy of any and every one's con_ 
sideration and imitation. But he has had help, and the 
quality of that help will be found described in brief yet 
potent language in Proverbs xviii: 22 ;f and I think 
that whilst giving due credit to our esteemed friend, Mr. 
Smith, we should not forget that noble, Christian woman, 
his faithful, honored wife, who has been so well helping 
him for the past fifty years! O, how much in this life 
have we to be thankful for! We are prone to forget the 
inestimable blessings the Lord pours out to us, and 
neglect to give Him due credit. Do you know what 

* That portion of my account of the Golden Wedding, contained within the 
quotation marks, is in substance part of my address to the host and iiostess and the 
assembled guests on the occasion referred to. 

fWlwsoever findcth a wife, findcth a good thing, mid ohtaineth furor of the 


makes us rich? The blessing of the Lord maketh rich, 
and He addeth no sorrow with it If we were to remove 
or set aside the blessings given us, what have we left? 
What have we that we did not receive from above? It 
is right that we should rejoice and be glad on such 
occasions as this, when we ought to remember the good- 
ness of the Lord toward us, and ever be thankful to do 
His will, and so finally meet Him in peace." 

The lovely day, the happy guests, the pleasant sur- 
roundings, the music by the Blooming Valley Band, the 
excellent repast provided by the ladies for the occasion, 
the addresses — in short, every detail connected with this 
social entertainment, bringing unqualified enjoyment to 
all present, made the event of this golden wedding anni- 
versary one of lasting remembrance in the community. 
Numerous gifts were presented to the bride and bride- 
groom as souvenirs of the happy event. Long life to 
this good Christian wife and her husband, and may bless- 
ings be multiplied to them! 

March 19. — I received to-day ten letters from parties 
asking for copies of my Souvenir. Bequests come now 
from abroad, the outcome, perhaps, of items, criticisms or 
other remarks which have appeared in newspapers. We 
sometimes hear of ourselves as others see us, and it 
ought to do us good. Tou and I, kind reader, love the 
man who loves his enemies as well as his friends. It is 
Christlike, and he who can not do good to all men, be 
they friends or be they foes, is lacking in Christianity. 
I know I have learned from those who have not always 
spoken well of me, or complimented me; and I am spe- 
cially indebted to those who have pointed out my faults, 
my wrong-doings, my mistakes — errors of the head, not 
of the heart. Whether such adverse criticisms come 
from some friend, or from the other man who may not 


like me, I know not; but of this I am conscious — come 
they from friend or come they from foe, there is no 
reason why I should not love the individual and thank 
him for his advice and his teaching. I will always be 
found willing to learn whenever and wherever comes the 
opportunity, for I am confirmed in' the belief that there 
are people in this world, with whom we come in contact 
in every day life, who can and do influence us in the path- 
way of virtue or its opposite ; their appearance, their words 
or looks or character (over which we ourselves have no 
control) are educating us. He who can gather the good 
and leave the bad is a wise man. Nevertheless we should 
thank our teacher for the lesson thus learned, and, may- 
hap, by our love toward him, and by doing him some 
favor when we can, we may win him to the cross for God 
and humanity. Yes, I respect the Press for all truth 
printed, knowing well, as remarked in the Preface to my 
First Souvenir, that it is much easier io he critical than 
to be correct. In my boyhood, whenever I went into the 
woods to gather chestnuts, I invariably left the chestnut 
burrs behind, as I had no use for them. 

I would here say to those persons who have written to 
me from a distance, asking for copies of my Second 
Souvenir, that I wish to supply them, and, as far as the 
remaining copies of 700 published will go, I will do so. 
I have the names and addresses of the several parties, and 
hope before very long to be enabled to grant their re- 
quests; for Avhere an earnest wish (one not suggested by 
any idle curiosity) to possess a copy is made known, I take 
great pleasure in gratifying it. I would that all man- 
kind could know how desirous I am to do good and 
benefit my fellowmen, in fact all humanity within my 
reach. I realize that the single leaf of a tree is as noth- 
ing when compared to the vastness of a forest, and that a 

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grain of sand is a mere microbe 011 the shores of the At- 
lantic or on the Arabian Desert; yet each exists, the leaf 
and the grain of sand, and each has its place in the econ- 
omy of nature and its use in creation as much as either 
you or I, dear reader; and we should remember that, as 
reasoning creatures, we are either for or against truth 
and righteousness, for or against God and humanity! 

Sunday, March 22. — Never will tongue or pen be able 
to express all the real pleasure and happiness that came 
to me this day, all confirmatory evidence of God's goodness 
to me, even beyond what I can think or ask. It is true 
His goodness and mercy are immeasurable and past com- 
prehension to us in this world, even in His sanctuary here 
below and in His word with His people. In the fore- 
noon, in company with my friend, J. W. Thompson, who 
had come to me on a visit last Friday, and of whom men- 
tion has already been made in this Souvenir, I went to 
Park Avenue Congregational Church, in Meadville, where 
Kev. Sutherland delivered an interesting and helpful dis- 
course from Luke xix: 13: Occupy till I come. In the 
afternoon Mr. Thompson and I proceeded to Greendale 
Cemetery to look on the graves of dear ones departed, 
among them being the last resting place of Mr. Thomp- 
son's father and mother, marked by a monument on which 
is inscribed the following : 

Elizabeth, Wipe of James Thompson, 
died j any. 1, 1877, aged 69 years. 

James Thompson, 
died OCT. 5, 1878, aged 80 years. 

As we spent some time in walking about the streets of 
this City of the Dead, I seized the opportunity to copy in 
my diary some of the inscriptions that met my eye : 


Dk. L. A. Garver, 

BORN JANY. 14, 1845, DIFD OCT. 12, 1887. 

Arthur Cullum, 

BORN 1816, DIED 1874. 

Adelaide Oullum, 
born 1821, died 1887. 

to my husband 
Robert McMullen. 

BORN 1811, DIED 1883. 

John McMullen, 
born 1841, died 1885. 

His Wife, Lois, 

BORN 1846, DIED 1875. 

In the evening we attended the First M. E. Church r 
where we heard Dr. T. C. Beach preach in his usual elo- 
quent manner from the text, Psalm li: 10: Create in me 
a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. 
The hearing of this grand sermon was to me sweeter than 
the honey in the honeycomb, truly a blessed ending to 
this day's march toward the Celestial City, with our 
thoughts dwelling on Home and Heaven, and of the get- 
ting ready for the great change, by having our hearts 
cleansed and a right spirit renewed within us. 

March 25. — Not only a beautiful day, but the anni- 
versary of a memorable one in my life ; for on this day, 


thirty-eight years ago, was decided an important question, 
one influencing my future destiny. It is not for me here 
to ask whether the young men of to-day have such 
thoughts as I had in those days of long ago, and ask 
questions similar to the one I propounded about that 
time; it suffices me to know that I did, when a young 
man, and have never regretted it. We sometimes count 
the milestones on life's highway, halting, as it were, for 
an instant, to enquire how far we have traveled, where 
we may be, and how we are getting along. This day is 
another milestone for me, and in retrospect I find th at 
just thirty-eight years ago, when I was not yet twenty 
years of age, I asked Eliza C. Masiker if she loved me 
well enough to marry me, and her answer is told when I 
state that we were married about thirteen months after- 
ward. In the Christian life I have been wonderfully 
blessed, and I thank the Lord for it, and for sparing me 
to see this day. 

March 27. — Wintry weather again, snow lying three 
inches deep on the ground. I was present, to-day, at the 
funeral of Leroy Smith, a child of one year and fourteen 
days, only son of Mr. and Mrs. L. Smith, who live on the 
Pitcher Farm in our neighborhood. The now happy 
spirit of the little fellow was wanted to fill a place in the 
Heavenly choir, and, being called, on angel wings peace- 
fully took its flight. The interment took place in the 
Smith Cemetery. Robert Teasdale conducted the serv- 
ices, and being asked by him to say a few words on the 
occasion, I did so. 

" Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled 
Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping; 
Ah, how peaceful, pale and mild 
In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping ! 
And no sigh of anguish sore 
Heaves that little bosom more. 


" Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 

Where it lives may soon be living, 
And the lovely pastures see 

That its Heavenly food are giving; 
Then the gain of death we prove, 
Tho' Thou take what most we love." 

Easter Sunday in Meadville, March 29. — In the fore- 
noon I went to the Baptist Church, where I listened to a 
sweetly refreshing sermon from the lips of the pastor, 
his text being Psalm cxviii: 24: This is the day which 
the Lord hath made; we ivill rejoice and be glad in it. 
In the afternoon I attended Sunday-school services in 
Kerrtown, which much pleased and interested me, and so 
feelingly was the beautiful hymn, "Help just a little, 
help just a little, 1 ' sung by the infant class, that I felt 
cheered and blessed by being among them, and for being 
one of them; for after all I was but a child of older 
growth. "Help just a little, just a little,'''' and I did so, 
when the collection was taken up, by dropping in a 
nickel — that nickel for being "a child;'''' and when I 
learned that the amount collected was something less 
than five dollars, I handed the secretary five dollars, tell- 
ing him that I wanted to double the collection, and would 
accept no change back- — that five dollars was for being 
"a child of older growth.' 1 '' They have a neat little 
chapel in Kerrtown, in which they hold Sunday-school 
and meetings. Everybody was glad to-day, and like the 
kind superintendent, Mr. Dunbar, looked pleased and 
happy. Then in the evening I had the increased pleasure 
of hearing an able sermon at the First M. E. Church, on 
the " Kesurrection," and thus ended another Easter Sun- 
day, a good clay, replete with the promises of the Gospel 
and hope and joy for all Christians as they dwell on the 
glories of the Kesurrection and Christ, the first-fruits of 
that eternal day. 


Apri] 2. — To-day was stormy, so I remained indoors and 
reviewed several old letters and some books. Among the 
former there were two that particularly attracted my at- 
tention — the one written by James H. Masiker not long 
before he was killed in battle, and the other written by 
George K. Masiker shortly before his death, both being 
addressed to their sister Mrs. Eliza C. Waid. During 
the Civil War we received many letters from very near 
relatives, as Eliza had four brothers in the Union Army, 
and I had one brother and several cousins, all of whom 
used to write us from time to time, and their letters have 
been affectionately preserved and read many and many a 
time. Two of Eliza's brothers, James and George, never 
returned; the other two, Avery and Moses, are yet 

To-day, my son Franklin bought a part of the James 
Harris Farm, rather more than thirty acres, lying on the 
east side of the public road, the compensation being, I 
believe, one thousand dollars, and he appears to be well 
pleased with his new purchase. It is in full view of his 
house, sloping to the west, is well watered, all improved 
and has a large orchard, consisting of a variety of peach, 
cherry, plum, pear and apple trees. This orchard has 
been put out at different times, some of the trees being 
young and some old. The land is nearly all meadow 
now. The Smith Burying Ground lies in front of the 
central portion adjacent to the public road. 

Sunday, April 5.— -Winter still " lingering in the 
lap of Spring ! ,: In the forenoon of to-day I attended 
the First M. E. Church at Meadville, and again had the 
pleasure of hearing Dr. T. L. Flood. On this occasion 
his text was 2 Corinthians i: 12: For our rejoicing is 
{his, the testimony of our conscience. How attentively I 
listened, and how much was I benefited by hearing the 


word of the Lord poured into ray thirsty soul this day! 
My desire is to give a yet more earnest heed to the read- 
ing of the Bible, and to the hearing of the Gospel. I am 
reminded of what Daniel Webster said when a friend 
asked him what was the greatest thought that had ever 
entered his mind or engaged his attention. After a 
pause, Webster said: "The greatest question to me is 
my personal accountability to God." Conscience will 
never fail to tell us what to do in the way of duty to God 
and to each other, and we should never turn a deaf ear to 
its promptings. Let us cultivate a good conscience, void 
of offence toward either God or man, that we may live 
Christian lives. 

In the evening, along with my friend, Mr. John 
Davis, I attended the Second Presbyterian Church, where 
Rev. Edwards preached a very interesting sermon (the 
last one I ever heard this good man preach) from Acts 
xvi: 30: Sirs, what must I do to be saved ? That was 
the question asked of Paul and Silas by the keeper of the 
prison wherein they had been confined, and the answer 
given him were these simple words: Believe in the Lord 
Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house. In 
this brief sentence is discovered the grand solution to 
the whole universal question of salvation; words for the 
interpretation of which the services are needed of no 
philosopher, nor learned theologian, nor pundit of any 
school of divinity; there is nothing abstruse or ambigu- 
ous, nothing mysterious or inscrutable, a child can under- 
stand them. Dear reader, could anything be more 
plainly or simply prescribed in any language? Believe 
in the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved. Take 
all the books of the Old Testament, from Genesis to 
Malachi, add to them, one under the other, the Books of 
the New Testament, the Gospels, the Epistles and all the 


other beautiful writings in that Book to the last word of 
the last verse of Revelations, draw a line, add up, and 
the sum you will find in Acts xvi: 31. 

April 6. — Before coming home from Meadville I 
called at the office of the Pennsylvania Farmer, at the 
request of a friend, to leave notice, for publication, of the 
death of James Smith, who was born May 10, 1811, in 
Mead Township, Crawford Co., Penn., and died March 
27, 1891, at the Soldiers' Home, Dayton, Ohio. Mr. 
Smith had visited his relatives here several times, his 
last visit having been made during the summer of 1890; 
and having been well acquainted with him many years r 
in fact, from my childhood, I called to see him at the 
Soldiers' Home in Dayton, when there some time ago. 
In his death I feel that I have lost a friend, one whom I 
respected and honored for his integrity. I will here also 
speak of the death, on March 3, 1891, of little Willie 
Williams, only son of my relatives, Mr. and Mrs. Will- 
iams, former residents of Meadville. but who moved to 
Findlay, Ohio, last spring. Their two children, Willie 
and Lotta, were bright and intelligent, beloved by all. 
Willie had written his uncle, William Fergerson, a very 
nice little-boy's letter on February 18th last, dated at 
Findlay, of which I here give a copy: 

Di'nr Uncle Billy: 

I wish you would come in the spring, when business opens up, 

and see us. The " Grippe" is in Findlay; Lotta has it, and mamma 

and I have it. * * * Lotta sends her love to you and her friends. 

Write soon. 

Your nephew, 

Willie Williams. 

Over a year ago Willie and Lotta had their "photos" 
taken, and I distributed a number of them among friends, 
chiefly as Christinas (1889) gifts, everyone seeming to 
admire them very much. 























April 7. — To-day a letter from my wife informed me 
of the death of Mrs. Coombs, which occurred on the 
eighteenth of last month ; she and her daughter, Mrs. 
Ella Jackson, of Titusville, Penn., visited Uncle Avery 
Jackson, of Beloit, Wis., last October, at the time I did. 

April 8. — Fine weather again, and I hope it has come 
to stay. Indeed, it is much too pleasant for a farmer of 
my age to remain indoors while outside attractions are so 
great and numerous. So out I go, and soon find plenty 
of work for a pair of willing hands. One branch of farm 
improvement that I am particularly fond of at this season 
of the year is caring for the fruit trees, especially clean- 
ing and trimming the trunks and branches of old trees, 
which I think not only improves their appearance but 
helps to increase their productiveness, and I believe also 
tends to prolong their life. My boys are all very busy; 
Frank building a barn and, with Guinnip, baling hay 
near Meadville, in which Fred occasionally helps, all 
three attending, as well, to the other innumerable regular 
duties on their respective farms. While I worked among 
the fruit trees to-day many good thoughts came to me, 
several of them retrospective. I thought of my earlier 
manhood, when in the spring of 1858 I was hauling 
timber from the farm of my father-in-law, Jacob Masiker, 
in Randolph Township, with which to build the cider 
mill my father was putting up at that time. I remem- 
bered the bringing over some fruit trees from the same 
farm (Mr. Masiker having quite a nursery), as I was then 
planting a young orchard of about forty trees east of the 
old orchard on our old home — my grandfather's farm, 
afterward my father's, now mine; and here I am to-day, 
thirty-three years later, trying to better the condition of 
these very trees! I seemed to be living over the past 
again, and as I worked I thanked God for it, and for the 


blessings of the present, as well as for the hope of a 
future inheritance with the righteous in Heaven. I am 
a great advocate of that practical, every-day religion that 
is not ashamed to manifest itself in all business affairs, in 
whatever occupation we may be engaged. If it is good 
on Sunday, it is good on Monday or Saturday, or any 
other day in the week; if it is salutary at home, it is none 
the less so abroad. I have found it good company at all 
times, and I know that it has lightened my life's burdens 
and cheered me on my way. 

But to return to what I was saying about the orchard. 
That one which my grandfather, Pember Waid, put 
out before I was born has now twenty-five apple trees and 
three pear trees, the latter of which have been all along 
good bearers and noted for their longevity, being still in 
good condition. At the home of Guinnip P., my second 
son, where my father lived, is an orchard of about seventy 
apple trees and fifteen pear trees, most of which were 
put out before my recollectiou;but I remember when my 
father had it grafted, although I was quite a small boy 
at the time. Three men from Ohio went through the 
country doing that business, and I believe it was con- 
sidered very expensive, but I think the outlay was well 
repaid in after years. These trees are still yielding some 
fruit, but when an orchard gets to be forty or fifty years 
old, it has seen its best days. As regards the eighteen 
pear trees I have just spoken of — the three on my grand- 
father's old place and the fifteen on my father's — -I do not 
know of any other fruit trees that have been so profitable. 
The pears which we call " Common Sweet" or "Standard 
Bearers," are good for a variety of purposes, and gener- 
ally find a ready market with fair prices; some seasons 
they brought a high figure, but that was when the apple 
crop was short. My observation and experience have led 


me to believe that the pear trees are better bearers, 
taking a number of years together, than the apple trees; 
and people have been surprised to see the large quantity 
of fruit they bear some years. Of late our market for 
the orchard yield has been at home or at Meadville; but 
years ago, when pears were dear in Oil City and Titus- 
ville, it paid us to take them there, as we could command 
from $1.50 to $2.00 per bushel. Our eighteen pear trees 
have been profitable friends to us, and are still in good 
condition; in 1889 they bore a good crop, and are hold- 
ing out favorable promises for many years to come. The 
apple orchard on the Goodrich Farm, where my eldest 
son now lives, is perhaps the best producing of them all. 
Many of the trees are younger than those in either of the 
old orchards, but there are no pear trees among them, 
though there is a fine group of damson plums, which are 
profitable when they bear well. 

There are still on my parents' old home a single 
peach tree and one quince, but neither of late years has 
born any fruit to speak of; they are simply mementos of 
the past, to remind us of the days when peaches and 
plums were abundant with us. On this old homestead 
Ave have grapes, as also on Fred's place, and at Frank's 
the plum trees are full of fruit; one peach tree yet bears 
on the Goodrich Farm, and there is still a quince tree 

Now I have placed in writing a few thoughts about 
our orchards and their fruit, thoughts that came to me as 
I was caressing, so to speak, the older trees, not, perhaps, 
so much for what they are now doing for us, or for what I 
expect them to do in the future, but rather in gratitude 
for the good they have done. As a certain lady once re- 
marked: " Old trees and aged people ought to be taken 
care of for the good they have done;" yes, especially if 
they have not outlived their day of usefulness. 


Sunday, April 12. — I went this forenoon to the 
Baptist Church at Meadville ; sermon by the pastor ; text, 
Psalm xxvi: 8: Lord I have loved the habitation of Thy 
house, and the place where Thine honor dwelleth; an ex- 
cellent discourse. In the evening I attended the M. E. 
Church, and heard a good sermon by Dr. Wheeler, presi- 
dent of Allegheny College; and thus drifted into Eter- 
nity's ocean another blessed Sabbath day. 

April 13. — This is the anniversary of the birth of my 
dear departed Eliza, who, were she living, would now be 
fifty-nine years old. Precious to us are the fond memo- 
ries of our loved ones departed, and as we advance in life 
we become more and more conscious that we are nearing, 
every day and every hour, their home, our future resting 
place. It is a blessed thought that, while those who have 
gone before can not return to us, we can go to them when 
our work is done ; and my heart was glad, this beautiful 
spring morning, as I walked homeward from Meadville 
with my mind filled with such precious reflections. 

" I would not live alway, I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
Are enough for life's joys, full enough for its cheer. 

" I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb; 
Since Jesus hath lain there I dread not its gloom, 
There sweet be my rest till He bid me arise, 
To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. 

" Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 
Away from yon bright Heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 

" AVhere saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet, 
While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul." 


When I reached home I found two gifts awaiting me, 
reminding me in tangible form that when we do right, 
good things will be found constantly coming to us. My 
daughter-in-law handed me two packages, one of which 
contained a book entitled "Se-qua-yah, the American 
Cadmus and Modern Moses," by George E. Foster, * ed- 
itor of the Milford (N. H.) Enterprise, illustrated by 
Mrs. C. S. Robbins; on the flyleaf of this book is written: 
" To Francis C. Waid, by the author, Geo. E. Foster, 
April 7, 1891." This work was written to show the capa- 
bilities of the Red man, and to keep before the American 
people the fact that there is something good and great in 
the character of the Indian when rightly used. The other 
gift awaiting me was a "Memorial Card," bearing these 
words : 

" There is no death; what seems so is transition; 
This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life Elysian, 
Whose portal we call death." 



died, february 27, 1891, 

aged 84 years. 

a precious one from us has gone, 

a voice we loved is stilled; 
a place is vacant in our home, 

Which never can be filled. 

God in His wisdom has recalled 

The boon His love had given; 
And though the body moulders here 

The soul is safe in Heaven. 

* On the lOthof this month I sent Mr. Foster a copy of my Skc<>m> Souvenir, 
also one to Mr. Theron D. Davis, of Ithaca, N. Y., the former of whom speaks 
highly of it, and also states that Mr. Davis complimented me by saying: "I have 
read many works, but have not seen any that seemed so full of genuine religious 
sympathy as this." 

tMy beloved old school-teacher and friend, of whom I have elsewhere fully 


As a pleasant termination to this birthday anniver- 
sary, I enjoyed a visit from Mr. and Mrs. George Cutshall, 
with whom Eliza and I spent many happy hours, days, yes, 
even years. 

April 16. — Yesterday I learned through the Mead- 
ville Tribune of the death of an old friend and acquaint- 
ance, Mrs. Margaret C. Irvin, in her seventieth year, and 
to-day I attended her funeral, which took place from the 
Central Hotel, Meadville, to Greendale Cemetery, Rev. R. 
Craighead (Presbyterian) officiating. There was a large 
attendance, as the deceased was widely known and much 
respected; moreover, the whole family have a very extensive 
acquaintance, having (as stated in one of the local papers) 
been in the hotel business some forty-three years. Her hus- 
band, James Irvin, had died April 6, 1882, and their son, 
John C, November 8, 1880. I was much impressed by 
the solemnity of the funeral service throughout — from 
the house of mourning to the grave — the reading of the 
Scriptures, the singing, prayers and the remarks made 
by the aged minister who had known the deceased many 
years. And then at the last scene of all, when the casket 
had been lowered into the grave, " earth to earth, ashes 
to ashes, dust to dust," I realized yet more that death 
was the most solemn of all earthly solemnities. 

Horace Cullum died at his home in St. Helena, Cal., 
April 2, last, at the age of eighty years. I knew Mr. 
Cullum well when he was one of the best business men 
and most active of Meadville, where he had resided many 
years before going to California. My uncle, Joseph Fin- 
ney, who was a carpenter and joiner by trade, did a great 
deal of building work for Mr. Cullum in bygone years, 
and I may add that my cousin, Robert A. Fergerson, 
worked for Mr. Cullum many years, having done work 
for him when in the employment of Uncle Joseph Finney, 


with whom he learned his trade, and also did much labor 
for Mr. Cullum afterward. 

April 17. — Yesterday I called on my friends, C. R. 
Slocum and Smith Leonard, at the court-house in Mead- 
ville, the former beiDg prothonotary and the latter jani- 
tor. To-day I learn of the death, on the 15th instant, 
of a young relative, William Sutton, aged ten years, ten 
months, one day, youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. George 
Sutton, but I was unable to attend the funeral, not know- 
ing what time had been set for it. 

April 18. — "Fine growing weather!" Yes indeed, 
and so I went down to Fred's (my son) place, to help 
him out a bit with the many things he has to do about 
his farm — choring, ditching, repairing water-course, etc. 
The boys helped me on the farm before they were of age, 
and now I take pleasure in reciprocating, giving each in 
turn " a lift." While I was toiling there by the roadside 
this forenoon, I received a good many greetings from pass- 
ing friends, some saying, " This looks natural to see you 
working on the farm, Mr. Waid;" and I will not disguise 
the fact that I rather enjoyed their remarks than other- 
wise; and why not? I have been a farmer all my life, 
and am proud of my vocation, the most honorable of all 
that the sons of Adam can apply themselves to. I have 
not yet retired from labor, even though I may have an 
independent competence, for I do not forget that "the 
true nature of riches consists in the contented use and 
enjoyment of the things we have, rather than in the pos- 
session of them." 

In the afternooTi I attended quarterly meeting at the 
M. E. Church, Blooming Valley, where I heard a good 
sermon delivered by Elder Kummer, and I also remained 
to Quarterly Conference. One item was reported as re- 
quired for the proper keeping of church records, a register 


for the circuit — Guy's Mills, Blooming Valley. Mount 
Hope and Pine Grove — which would cost three dollars. 
The Elder wanted each society to pay proportionately for 
the book, and I gave one dollar, the amount expected 
from Blooming Valley Society, for which, after Confer- 
ence, I was personally thanked by a kind friend, and 
the Elder added these words: "There is blessino- not 
only here but also in Heaven for them that do His will." 
Afterward I paid a brief visit to the family of Mr. George 
Sutton, who lives about two and one-half miles from 
Blooming Valley, and who, as I have just recorded, lost 
a young son, William, a few days ago. From there I 
returned to Meadville and to church, then later on, in the 
evening, went to see and comfort a sick friend, and thence 
proceeded homeward. 

Sunday, April 19. — I am truly glad to have this day 
at home, and to attend church at Blooming Valley— 
9:30 a. m., Love Feast; 11 a. m., preaching — text, 1 Cor- 
inthians i: 23: But we preach Christ crucified, unto the 
Jews a stumbling block, and unto the Greeks foolishness. 
In the evening I attended Advent Church along with my 
brother-in-law, Moses Masiker; text Proverbs xxiii: 23: 
Buy the truth and sell it not; also wisdom, and instruc- 
tion, and understanding. There is enough in this text to 
last a lifetime, even if that lifetime were a million years! 
Truth is the most valuable commodity ever put on the 
market, and no one who cares for righteousness can get 
along without it. Our success here on earth, and our 
welfare hereafter, in the world to come, depend on how 
we may deal with this article truth, which is for every- 
day use — to buy it, to keep it or to sell it again. Veritas 
vincit, truth conquers, truth will stand; no substitute can 
fill its place. God's ivord is truth: let us all examine it 
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enly treasure so needful to our salvation; let us accept it 
for our life study, and never be without it. Truth will 
make us free, for it is written: Ye shall knoiv the truth, 
and the truth shall make you free. 

April 20. — This day spent at home. At last we have 
Spring, beautiful Spring, " sweet daughter of a rough-and- 
ready sire." How all nature seems to have awakened into 
life, and the fields are decked out in their garb of living 
green! how the feathered songsters most melodiously do 
sing, and the farmer goes forth to his work, more noble 
than a king; happy in the thought and hope of what the 
earth will bring, knowing full well, also, that the Lord 
himself is King. The earth is the Lord's, and the full- 
ness thereof; the sea is His, and He made it, also the 
round world and they that dwell therein. 

" Spring does to flow'ry meadows bring 
What the rude winter from them tore." 

With such good thoughts I went to work on the farm 
this morning, commencing by removing a rail fence, the 
last piece on the south side of State Road adjoining the 
garden which is surrounded with a picket fence. The re- 
moving of fences from along roadways, where not essen- 
tially needed, is, I hold, good economy, proving in the 
end a saving of labor to the farmer, while, at the same 
time, it enhances the appearance of the farm. I do not 
advocate the removal of all farm fences, but simply the 
retaining of only those that are really necessary. The 
average farmer has burdens enough that are real without 
having unnecessary ones which should be speedily dis- 
missed or done away with. A good man loill guide his 
affairs with discretion. The superfluous fences being 
now removed from our farm, it is decidedly improved 
both in appearance and in matters of convenience. So I 
think, at least, as I look out on the new sight this fine 



morning. Any change from a burdensome condition to one 
of freedom is cheerful. These fences had their day, they 
were once necessary, and were kept up over fifty years ; 
now they are no longer required, and their removal be- 
comes a pleasant duty and a benefit to us.* A farmer in 
his experience in learning to save and drop useless ex- 
penses, gets wisdom; and those who may lack that com- 
modity, which Solomon so forcibly advises us all to 
search after, have only to go to the Bible to find out how 
to proceed to get possession of it: If any of you lack 
wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liber- 
ally. There is abundance in God's storehouse^ for all 
who will seek after it in faith, nothing wavering. 

April 21. — Good weather continues; farmers are very 
busy putting in their oat crop, and for several days in 
succession my boys and myself find ample work around 
us wherein to "improve each shining hour." 

April 23. — My fifty-eighth birthday. My heart is 
glad to see this day, and I humbly thank the Lord for 
the continuance of His mercies to me. God's goodness 
has been great to me, and I know that I should let 
neither day nor night pass without hallowing it by re- 
membering what He hath done for me. It naturally be- 
comes especially interesting to me, when I pause for a 
brief space, and reflect that my life is but a journey from 
the cradle to the tomb! The several years of our lives 
mark the milestones by the way, and to-day I read on one 
of these the figures 58, a silent witness that I am pass- 
ing through the gateway from 58 to 59. And as my 
mind's eye is fixed on this wayside monitor, I am think- 
ing where and how I can best make use of my time. 

* Our farm is over a mile long from north to south, and had many division 
fences, making so many separate lots ; now only the pasture land is fenced. 

tThe Bible is the best book on farming I ever read; you, who do not think so. 
please study it, especially the Book of Proverbs. 


Morning comes, and I start out on the duty of the day, 
striving hard to fill my mission by the way. And, as in 
years gone by my birthdays I have somewhat noticed by 
sketching a little with my pen, leaving my thoughts and 
acts with my fellow men, I will adopt the same course on 
this occasion. 

Early in the morning I paid a visit to my A r enerable 
friend and nearest neighbor, Mary Kiser, now in her 
ninetieth year. On my remarking that I had called in 
to see her on my fifty-eighth birthday, she said: " I am 
not very well ; can't sit up any more, and I feel very poor- 
ly, but I am still here, Francis." From there I went to 
my youngest son's place, where I helped to do chores, 
working around till noon, and then, in company with Mr. 
B. Danford, who is now in his eighty-fourth year, I drove 
to Meadville to attend to some little business. My mail 
there brought me a letter from my wife, Anna, who is 
still residing with her parents in Kansas, on account of 
her health, perferring to remain there instead of in Penn- 
sylvania, as she thinks the western climate better for her 
case than what we have here in the East. She speaks in 
her letter (dated April 20) of their early spring in Kan- 
sas, fruit trees being in full bloom, etc. From Meadville 
I proceeded to my cousin's (R. A. Fergerson), spending 
there a few hours, and then called to see my uncle (whose 
health is quite good for such an aged man) and some 
other relatives — just short visits — and I was pleased with 
the many congratulations I received in all quarters, 
which made it a day of welcome to me. In the evening 
there were assembled at the residence of my eldest son, 
Franklin, for a quiet birthday celebration, my brother 
and his wife and second daughter, Mrs. Elizabeth Riddle, 
from Bradford, Penn.,* Mrs. Mary Fergerson, Moses 

*Mrs. Kiddle was visiting her parents at this time. 


Masiker, and all my children and grandchildren. The 
party was a success, I think, in many ways. A very 
pleasant evening was passed, and I felt that if my wife, 
Anna, could be with us, my cup of happiness would be 
filled to overflowing. I know more of this life's experi- 
ence now than I did fifty years ago; have learned not a 
little, and have studied the law of: kindness, trying to 
make peace and preserve it among all my kindred and 
friends, by the fireside and in the field, at home and 

April 25. — After a visit along with my cousin, Mrs. 
Fergerson, to my son Fred, we di*ove to Blooming Valley 
Cemetery, to once again look upon Eliza's resting place, 
as well as those of other of our kindred. On her grave I 
left a single flower as a simple token of remembrance 
from one who will ever hold her in blessed memory. 
From here we drove to the County Farm, where we had a 
pleasant visit with Mr. and Mrs. Cutshall, who showed us 
over the well-kept farm and surroundings; then, after 
thanking them for their hospitality and kindness, we re- 
turned to Mr. R. A. Fergerson's, four miles west of 

Sunday, April 26. — This forenoon I attended church 
at Watson's Run (Reformed Church), and heard a good 
practical sermon from Rev. D. H. Leader, his text being 
Revelations ii: 17. Afterward I went into the Brown 
Hill Cemetery, which is beautifully situated in the rear 
of the church on the slope of a hill, and with some friends 
visited the grave of John Curry, who had died July 13, 
1890, when but sixteen years of age, much lamented by 
many who regarded him as a noble boy. The afternoon 
I spent with my uncle, Robert Morehead, who, as I have 
already stated, is in his ninetieth year and quite feeble; 
on the following day I came home to make preparations 


for my trip to Warren County, Penn., on business 
matters, and to visit friends, a journey that I have been 
wishing to make ever since my return home from the 
West last January. 

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April 28. — I set off on my journey on foot, as my ob- 
ject was to make the trip across the county, traveling by 
rail when convenient; moreover I have long since learned 
that walking is one of the best of exercises, if not the 
very best, in a hygienic point of view, as it in various 
ways tends to promote health and vigor, without which 
earth loses its attractions and we our ambition. About 
noon, after a few calls on friends en route, I found my- 
self at Townville, about twelve miles from my starting 
point, and here received a kind welcome from relatives, 
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Arnold, and others. From there I 
proceeded on my way, in company with my kinsman, Mr. 
Phillips, who drove me part of the way to my aunt's, and 
the night I spent with my friend, Mr. Harrison Sutton. 

On Wednesday I had a business call and several other 
tarryings on my way to Tryonville, where I would have 
remained longer than I did, had I not been obliged 
to hasten on my journey. Here I found old schoolmates 
and scholars, relatives and friends, all to be visited with- 
in the space of a few hours. I passed the night under 
the hospitable roof of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Sturgis, and 
next morning I was favored with the company of their 
only son, Ira, a young man, as far as Titusville (a seven- 
mile walk), traveling by way of the farm place of Omri 
Goodwill, whom I was desirous of visiting, and who, I 
found, was building a new house. The four hours I 
could spare in Titusville I spent well, making several 
calls and meeting quite a number of friends, from some 


of whom I heard about others in the West and elsewhere 
all helpful, I trust, to each of us: As in water face an- 
swereth io face, so the heart of man fo man — glad to meet. 
Taking train at 3 p. M., I was soon in Grand Valley, and 
then about a four-mile walk brought me to Sanford, 
where Gyrus Brown lives. Here I was a welcome visitor, 
and glad indeed was I to see them again, and enjoy their 
friendship. The weather hereabouts has been very dry 
for several weeks back, and fires had to be put out in 
places where they were doing damage. On the Goodwill 
Hill, where there are many oil wells and buildings in 
connection, I understand they were paying hands fifty 
cents per hour to fight the fires and protect property. 
While at Mr. Brown's, an aged neighbor, Mr. Danford 
Van Guilder, called in to have a chat; he once lived near 
us, but I had not seen him for many years. 

My next calls, as I continued my journey, were on 
Mr. Brown's son-in-law, Mr. Wilson, and on my cousin, 
Horace Goodwill, who met with a misfortune March H6, 
1891, in having his house and part of his furniture de- 
stroyed by fire. There was no insurance, but with char- 
acteristic energy Mr. Goodwill immediately rebuilt, and 
when I was there his new home was fast nearing comple- 
tion. From there, in the afternoon, I went to see a Mr. 
Hutchison, an old acquaintance; thence walked a mile 
or two farther on, to the railroad station at Newton, where 
I took a train for Garland (my first visit there), espe- 
cially to see my venerable aunt, Phebe Goodwill, who is 
living with her youngest son, Albert. Her health, al- 
though she is in her eightieth year, is remarkably good 
just now, better, in fact, than it has been of late. I here 
remained until Saturday morning, when I journeyed on by 
train to Corry, where, at the depot, I met my friend, Rev. 
J. A. Parsons, at one time pastor at Saegertown and 


Blooming Valley. After a call on my friend, Rev. A. S. 
Goodrich, I walked out about five miles to see my niece, 
Mrs. Julia Brennesholtz (nee Masiker) and her husband, 
who live on their fifty-acre farm. After her father died, 
Julia came to live with us September 20, 1863, she being 
then in her twelfth year. She has now been married 
about seventeen years, and I do not think I have seen her 
or her husband since 1884, when they paid us a visit. 

When some two miles on my way to their home I 
stopped at the State Fishery, to rest and enjoy the pleas- 
ant sights there — numerous ponds, stocked with a variety 
of delicious fish, such as brook trout, etc. ; there was also 
a pleasant grove of pines, in a portion of which were an 
enclosure for fowls and a hatching or incubating house; 
but fish culture is the main purpose of the institution. 
After an hour's rest and writing in my diary, I continued 
my walk to Mr. and Mrs. Brennesholtz', where on my ar- 
rival I met with a most cordial greeting; indeed the hap- 
piness of the meeting and enjoyment of the visit were 
equally divided among us. I then walked back to South 
Corry, and met Mr. Goodrich at his appointment — Sun- 
day-school and preaching. He and myself were Sabbath- 
school scholars together at the old State Road Church 
more than forty-five years ago. Charles Breed being our 
teacher; and here, now, in Corry to spend a Sabbath in 
each other's company was, indeed, a feast of pleasure. 

Sunday, May 3.— According to promise, I went to 
North Corry M. E. Church in the forenoon, arriving be- 
fore Sunday -school hour, and as Greenwood Cemetery, a 
beautiful " City of the Dead," some ten acres in extent, 
lies just opposite the church, I took, in company with a 
gentleman whose name I do not now remember, a medi- 
tative stroll through its silent streets. Sunday-school, 
however, soon called me back, the services of which were 


most interesting, and at the close I was asked to address 
a few words to the meeting, which I did with a hearty 
assent. The sermon afterward (in the regular service), 
which was preached by Mr. Goodrich, was very helpful 
to me, and my heart was made glad as I listened to his 
eloquent appeal to his hearers to listen to Gospel truths. 
His text was from Zechariah viii: 23: We will go with 
you, for we have heard that God is with you. A truly 
grand subject, significant in its interpretation, expressive 
and impressive in its very simplicity. In the afternoon 
I accompanied Mr. Goodrich to his afternoon appoint- 
ment at Carter Hill, a small town about six miles from 
Corry, where were also held Sabbath-school and service, 
in the former of which I was privileged to take my seat 
in the Bible class among my relatives — my niece and her 
husband. The subject Mr. Goodrich chose for his regu- 
lar sermon was "Friendship," and I do not remember of 
having ever heard a more sympathetic and edifying dis- 
course. The remainder of the afternoon Mr. Goodrich 
and I passed at the home of my nephew and niece, and 
in the evening we drove back to Corry (calling, on the 
way, on a sick lady, Sister Staples), arriving in time to 
attend service at South M. E. Church, where Rev. J. A. 
Parsons preached from Psalm lxxxiv: 10: For a day in 
Thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a 
doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the 
tents of wickedness. A good sermon to close a blessed, 
profitable, wholesome Sabbath day, shared with Christian 
friends, and crowned with many favors from the Lord, 
which seemed to increase in blessings as the day sped in 
its flight from morn to night. 

May 4. — In the morning, before leaving, I was shown 
through Mr. Goodrich's new house, adjoining his own 
pleasant residence, and whiclr I understand he is build- 


ing for his son-in-law; then made a farewell call on Rev. 
J. A. Parsons who lives near by, and, just before taking 
train for my return trip home, I met an old friend in the 
person of Mr. Henry Thursting, avIio greeted me very 
kindly. The "steam-horse" was not long in taking me 
to Meadville, and I arrived at my Blooming Valley home 
on Monday evening, well and thankful for safe return. 
From my cousin, S. Phillips, at whose place I tarried on 
my way from Meadville, I learned of the illness, death 
and funeral of Lovina Ellis, whom I had known from her 
childhood. Our friends pass away, one by one, and the 
evening of life comes to all. But there is a Better Land 
where comes no eventide, and where the night is as clear 
as the day. 

" The day is gently sinking to a close, 
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows; 
O Brightness of Thy Father's glory, Thou, 
Eternal Light of Light, be with us now, 
Where Thou art present darkness can not be, 
Midnight is glorious noon, Lord, with Thee. 

" The weary world is moldering to decay, 
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away; 
In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall, 
May we arise, awakened by Thy call, 
With Thee, O Lord, for ever to abide 
In that blest day which has no eventide." 

May 5. — Yesterday Old Father Winter must have re- 
turned for something he had left behind, perhaps his 
overcoat, when taking his departure several weeks ago, 
judging by the snow-storm we had, the iciness of the 
breeze and the two inches of snow found mantling the 


ground this morning, but which by nine o'clock was 
being fast thawed into geniality 'neath Old Sol's cheering 
smile. Fruit trees — apples, pears, plums and peaches — 
are now in bloom, and this chilly weather is anything but 
beneficial to them. 

May 7. — Went to Meadville on business, and while 
there called at Mr. S. C. Derby's, where I learned that 
the daughter, Eunice Derby, had been married to Lewis 
Duvall,* and to the young couple I offered my best con- 
gratulations; also called on an old friend who lives on 
College Hill, Mrs. Jane Adams, whom I have known 
many years, and who I was sorry to learn had been a 
suffering invalid since last fall, her friends even despair- 
ing of her recovery. I also made a short visit with an aged 
couple, Rev. Morrison and his wife, the former of whom 
is in his eighty-third year, and nearly blind. After kind- 
ly greetings he said to me: " Brother Francis Waid, I 
never expected to meet you again here; but I remember 
you and your wife, and of the time I used to visit you ; 
I thought you were such good, earnest Christians. I have 
often thought of you; how glad I am to meet you again." 
He then inquired about the church, and how we were 
getting aloDg, in many other ways making my visit very 
agreeable and interesting. This good, honored, venerable 
couple have two sons living, both ministers in the South, 
and had one daughter, Mary, who died about two years 
ago. On my return home I thought of my friends, Mr. 
and Mrs. David Roberts, who live near here, and whose 
sou, Emery, I visited while at Lawrence, Kas., last De- 
cember. Accordingly, I set out and soon found myself 

* The wedding was on Wednesday evening, May 6th, at the home of the bride's 
parents. They said had they known I was at home I would have been invited, as 
I was a home friend of theirs, a boarder and long acquaintance. This I appre- 
ciated as renewing friendship, for I would always rather add two friends to the list 
than lose one. 


at their cosy home. The road thither leads to Hatch 
Hill, and the scenery on either side is enchantingly 
beautiful, Nature seeming to smile her sweetest in her 
graceful garb of modest maiden springtime. 

Farm after farm, as I passed them. I looked on with 
delight; orchards in bloom, fields with verdure clad, here 
and there herds of cattle and flocks of sheep — all glad- 
dening to a farmer's heart, even though all his lifetime 
accustomed to such refreshing scenes. My visit with 
Mr. and Mrs. Eoberts and their son, Armitage. was both 
enjoyable and profitable, and of Mr. Eoberts himself I 
must say that I look upon him as a thorough farmer, a 
good citizen and a Christian man, his helpmeet a Chris- 
tian woman. 

May 8. — Visited my neighbor, Newton S. Chase, who 
lives one mile south of us, and I found all the family and 
help busy at work, both within doors and out on the 
farm, which bore every evidence of prosperity. It was 
the source of much enjoyment to me to look over the 
fine farm, ascend the gentle slopes of the hillsides, 
luxurite in the valley beside the living stream of crystal 
water that ran there, or cool myself among the shady 
maple trees or in the orchard. As Mr. Chase owns a 
large portion of the Harris Farm, of which my eldest 
son, Franklin, bought the remaining thirty acres recently, 
he accompanied me over it, and I now looked upon it 
with perhaps greater interest than ever before. Our 
love for our children leads us to know what they have 
and do: and what parent is not pleased to see them do 
well? We visit a great deal sometimes in a few hours, 
indeed, a good visit does not always depend on the 
amount of time devoted to it. So ended a truly pleas- 
ant visit, and as we said "good-bye," my friends' "come 
again" brought from me the responsive "Our latch- 


string is always out, come any time." All genuine, un- 
sophisticated rural friendship! 

Sunday, May 10. — It is ever pleasant and desirable 
to be among Christian people on the Sabbath day. 
My friends are all, so far as I know, kind to me, and 
I have a desire to reciprocate in some measure by be- 
ing good to them, for I appreciate their kindness. Dr. 
T. C. Beach, of the M. E. Church, in giving his testi- 
mony for Christ in the class room, to-day, said: "I am 
satisfied with Christ." But, is He with me ? — A 
very important question, and it does me good as I con- 
sider and reconsider it, and make a study of it with 
my friends and for my friends, for I love in this con- 
nection to remember their interests as well as my own . 

A beautiful Sabbath morning dawned on Meadville, 
and there seemed to be nothing vile but man. I am 
this day privileged to worship my Maker in the com- 
pany of honored friends — Charles Slocum, for one (the 
playmate of my childhood), as well as his brother, Em- 
ery, and wife, from Ohio, whom I had not met for years. 
How glad I was to meet them and accompany them to 
the M. E. Church to listen to the excellent sermon de- 
livered by Dr. Beach, whose text was 2 Peter i: 5, 6, 
7! I have listened in my lifetime to not a few good 
sermons that have fed my soul, and helped me in diviue 
life, and this forenoon's discourse was one of them, for 
it was as manna to my hungry soul. Then the class 
meeting (led by Brother Reed Coder, who was con- 
verted at State Road Church revivals held in the winter 
of 1850-51) increased my satisfaction. After the ser- 
mon I shook hands with the good pastor, remarking 
that I had been " feasting on spiritual food," to which 
he replied: " Then you had faith." Well, I tbink it is 
a blessed privilege to come in contact with those who 


have more faith than we ourselves have. His presence 
in the class room cheered us. How good it is to dwell 
in unity and love! 

In the afternoon Charles Slocum accompanied me to 
Greendale Cemetery, where we viewed many of the graves 
of friends and relatives. Among the monuments there 
stands an attractive one erected by the students of Alle- 
gheny College to the memory of President John Barker, 
a man whom I always loved, and from whose Christian 
teaching and example I learned much. The inscription 
on this monument reads as follows: 

|?«/. $ohn j§nrkcr. 

Born in the East Riding of Yorkshire, England, 

March 17, 1813: 

Died February 26, 1860. 

In the evening I heard Hon. A. B. Eichmond lecture, 
in Psychological Hall, Meadville, on the question, " Is 
Spiritualism a religion?" the lecturer's arguments being 
on the affirmative side. 

May 11. — In the afternoon I attended the funeral of 
an old friend, Mrs. Adam Morris, who passed away in her 
seventy-fourth year, the death of whose husband, Adam 
Morris, is mentioned at page 232, Second Souvenir. Mrs. 
Morris had of late been living with her daughter and son- 
in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott, near Water ford, Erie Co., 
Penn., and her funeral was from the Wilson school-house, 
in our township, to the Long Cemetery, myself being one 
of the pall-bearers; Rev. H. McClintock officiated, as he 
also did on the occasion of Mr. Morris' funeral. From 
the cemetery I went to Saegertown, to visit my friend, 
Mr. G. Floyd, who is in rather poor health at present. 


On the following day I paid another visit to the County 
Farm to see Mr. and Mrs. George Cutshall, superintend- 
ent and matron, respectively, of the Alms House : then as 
I came through Germantown I called on my recently 
married niece, Jennie, my brother George's youngest 
daughter, my first visit there since her marriage. Other 
relatives and friends I also dropped in to say " good-day ' 
to, among them being my near neighbor, Mr. Miller, who 
has been so long ill, and whose wife, Sarah, was badly 
injured last Saturday by being thrown from a buggy at 
the bridge across Woodcock Creek, while driving along 
with her son. In the house I found the daughter, Mrs. 
James Titus, and daughter-in-law, Mrs. George Miller, 
kindly caring for the aged couple in their affliction. In 
the evening I dropped in to see Mr. Jay Harris and Mr. 
Eider, at both of whose homes I was pleasantly enter- 
tained, particularly by Mr. Harris and his musical family. 

May 15. — To-day the new large bank barn, 46x64 feet 
in dimensions, part two stories and part three stories in 
height, was raised on the place where my son, Franklin 
I., now lives, and known as the Goodrich Farm. There 
was plenty of help, though farmers are pretty busy, 
about fifty being present, forty three of whom sat down 
to dinner, ten remaining after 3 p. M. to complete some of 
the work. The hand of the diligent not only maketh rich, 
but doeth a great deal of labor ! What a number of barn 
raisings, besides other buildings, and "bees" did my 
father and his family help on in days past! And now to 
his grandchildren the labor is being returned. No one 
can say, truly, that a kind act is never rewarded. It pays 
to do good. No farmer can raise a crop without sowing 
the seed, unless it be the crop of idleness, that bringeth 

Sunday, May 17.— I attended State Street M. E. 


Church, this forenoon, and heard a good sermon from our 
pastor, Rev. J. H. Laverty, the subject being " Liberality," 
and the text, 2 Corinthians ix: 13. In the afternoon Mr. 
Derby accompanied me to the funeral of Dr. C. M. Yates, 
an old citizen of Meadville. He had recently been living 
at Baltimore, Md., where he died at the advanced age of 
eighty-eight years, and his body was brought to Mead- 
ville for interment in Greendale Cemetery, the services 
being conducted by Rev. Rogers Israel, pastor of the 
Protestant Episcopal Church (Christ Church), under the 
auspices of the Freemasons. In the evening my friend 
and I attended the Baptist Church, where we listened to 
Rev. W. H. Marshall's exposition of the narrative about 
Joseph's first imprisonment. 

May 20.- — To-day, at their home in Guy's Mills, was 
celebrated the ' ; Silver Wedding " of Charles and Nancy 
Wygant, and as a matter of course I was one of the many 
who were present, walking all the way, some seven miles, 
in preference to driving. They were married May 20, 
1866, by Rev. Eberman, in State Road M. E. Church; 
and I remember (for I was present at this wedding) that 
on the same day, at our church, Rev. James Wygant, 
Charles' father, married Homer Elsworth and his bride. 
The guests at this silver wedding were numerous and 
happy, "a right merrie companie," as oar great-grand- 
parents would have called it, and about each of the seven 
ages of man were represented — from childhood to senility. 
They enjoyed a rich repast, fine music (both vocal and 
instrumental), stirring speeches — in short, "had a good 
old-fashioned time," and at the close each returned to his 
or her home in a very happy mood. For myself, I left 
Mr. Wygant's about 4 p. m., and proceeded to Mr. P. M. 
Cutshall's, some three miles from Guy's Mills, where I 
made a brief visit, and then concluded my homeward 


May 21, 22, 23. — Sweet, refreshing showers have 
come to us, most welcome to the parched soil and thirsty 
growth of the land, so much in need of the reviving in- 
fluence of rain. All nature seems to praise the Lord, and 
why should not man join in the glad song, and the tribute 
of His praise prolong? 

We have no tears Thou wilt not dry; 

We 'have no wounds Thou wilt not heal; 
No sorrows pierce our human hearts 

That Thou, dear Father, dost not feel. 

Thy pity like the dew distils, 

And Thy compassion, like the light, 

Our every morning overfills, 
And crowns with stars our every nisrht." 

Sunday, May 24. — This forenoon I attended the First 
Presbyterian Church, Rev. K. C. Hays, pastor; text from 
1 John iii: 2: We shall be like Him, for we shall see 
Him as He is. In the afternoon C. R. Slocum accom- 
panied me to a temperance meeting held in the First M. 
E. Church; address by Mrs. M. B. Ross, of Cambridge- 
boro, Penn., president of the W. C. T. U., and sketches 
of temperance workers, by Miss Warner — noble Avomen in 
the cause. Then, in the evening, in the same M. E. 
Church, were held the Memorial Services of the G. A. R., 
a very large audience being assembled, who attentively 
listened, I will venture to say, to one of the most interest- 
ing and eloquent discourses they ever had the pleasure of 
hearing. Rev. W. H. Marshall, of the Baptist Church, Mead- 
ville, who delivered it, chose for his text the exhortation of 
Paul the Apostle to Timothy, to do the duty of a faithful 
servant of the Lord: Thou, therefore, endure hardness, 
as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. What a practical les- 
son was drawn from this text, and how faithfully was it 


set forth by the reverend lecturer ! It seemed to me like 
scattering seed on good ground, and I pray that what fell 
on my heart may bear fruit abundantly in Christ's name. 
May 26. — As we were requiring about 40,000 shingles 
to cover the new barn my son is building, I accompanied 
him and his hired man, with two teams, to Little Cooley, 
where I purchased of Mr. Thomas F. Smith, at his saw 
and shingle mill, 40,000 good pine shingles — 8,000 
shaved, 32,000 sawed. I think it was in 1848 that my 
father built our horse barn, and well do I remember work- 
ing on it, the following incident coming fresh to my mem- 
ory: My brother, Lyman, and Justus Goodwill took the 
Masiker girls, Jane and Eliza, to the circus and menag- 
erie, then exhibiting in Meadville, while I remained be- 
hind to help shingle the barn, a something in our experi- 
ences that my first wife and I often spoke of afterward. 
This old barn was built of durable material, the original 
roof, never reshingled, being yet sound, proof enough that 
my honest friend, Thomas F. Smith, manufactures good 
shingles, and I told him so to-day, which gratified him 
as much as it pleased me. We loaded up our shingles in 
good shape, and started for home, stopping, near Cooley, 
at the farm home of my nephew Orlando Waid, with whom 
I had some business, and as he was raising his bank barn, 
30x40 feet in size, we were in good season to give him, 
along with my brother who was there also, a lift on part 
of the basement story. Then, continuing on our way 
homeward with our loads, we halted at New Eichmond to 
see a relative, Mrs. Silas Clark, who has been an invalid 
from dropsy several years, and is now very poorly indeed. 
As I shook hands with her and introduced my son, she 
said: "Franklin, I have not seen you since you were mar- 
ried," which somewhat surprised me; how time does fly ! 
"What! he was married March 15, 1877, and you have 



not seen one another since!" So we pursue the journey 
of life, some of us only meeting friends a few times here 
below. Starting our teams once more, we made direct for 
home, only halting a brief space to see my uncle, Horace 
Waid, and make a passing call in Blooming Valley. 

May 28.— Just thirty-seven years ago to-day my twin 
brother Franklin died, but his memory yet lives. We 
journeyed life together a little over twenty-one years, and 
much of our joint experience has been, figuratively speak- 
ing, written in indelible ink, that never can be effaced 
from the tablets of my memory. 

May 29. — There died this morning an old citizen of 
Blooming Valley (a resident since 1865), in the person 
of Mr. J. T. Odell, aged eighty years; funeral on Sunday 
at 2 p. m. ; services at the M. E. Church. The road tax 
in our district is now being worked, my son, Fred, being 
path master, and as our new road machine, a scraper, 
called "Western Reversible." seems to work very well, 
we will likely have even better roads than usual, although, 
for a long time back, our township road, from Blooming 
Valley (State Road) to the Mead Township line, nearly a 
mile, has been really good. Clean roads please the 
farmer, and speed the traveler on his way, and as we 
ruralists like to see clean streets in cities or towns when 
'we visit them, so townspeople, when they come out to see 
Nature's garden, and inhale the sweet breath of Heaven, 
delight in rambling along neat, well-kept roads. "In 
rural life," says Washington Irving, "there is nothing 
mean and debasing. It leads a man forth among scenes 
of natural grandeur and beauty; it leaves him to the 
workings of his mind, operated upon by the purest and 
most elevating of external influences." This -is what 
gives the charm to country life, and nothing can detract 
from it save ragged-looking roads, dilapidated fences, and 
ill-kept farms. 


May 30, Decobation Day. — A year ago to-day I was 
in Cleveland, Ohio, attending the dedication of the Gar- 
field Monument, and to-day I enjoy the pleasure of spend- 
ing Decoration Day in Meadville, visiting Greendale 
Cemetery, beautifully decorated with flowers and little 
flags, loving tributes to the memory of our silent heroes. 
In the afternoon a large concourse of people, including 
Peifer Post, G. A. R., was assembled to listen to the ex- 
cellent address delivered by Rev. Dr. T. C. Beach, of the 
First M. E. Church, who was introduced to the audience 
with a few remarks bv Dr. T. L. Flood. In honoring: 
the memory of the brave soldiers who bled and died to 
save our Union from dismemberment, we must not forget 
to honor the good God who has given to the world a 
Christian land like ours. 

Sunday, May 31. — I attended two funerals to-day, 
services for both being held in the M. E. Church, Bloom- 
ing Valley. The first one (in the forenoon) was that of 
a child of Mr. and Mr. Leonard Smith, nearly five years 
old; sermon by Rev. V. F. Duncle, pastor; text Jobxxxvii: 
21: And now men see not the bright light which is in the 
clouds; but the wind passeth and cleanseth them; the in- 
terment took place in the Smith Cemetery. How very 
dark it is here sometimes amidst our afflictions! And yet 
to the believer, to the true Christian, how radiant and re- 
splendent appears everything beyond the conflicts of this 
life! He can realize how graciously God in His mercy 
deals with us here that we may be saved. The other 
funeral (in the afternoon) was that of J. T. Odell, whose 
death I have already referred to; sermon by Rev. W. H. 
Farrault, of Saegertown; text 2 Corinthians v: 8: We 
are confident, I say, and willing rattier to be absent from 
the body, and to be present with the Lord. At the cem- 
etery, Blooming Valley, I observed that Eliza's grave had 


been decorated the previous day by kind hands, showing 
that her memory yet lives in warm hearts other than my 
own.* " Sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from 
which we refuse to be divorced." 

June 3. — Among other letters I received one to-day 
from Bishop Willard F. Mallalieu, of New Orleans, the 
third I have been favored with from him, and I have to 
thank him for the interest he takes in my welfare in pre- 
senting an earnest appeal for aid toward the endowment 
of eight professorships in the medical college at New 
Orleans. I here give copy of the letter: 

New Orleans, La., May 29, 1891. 
My Dear Brother: Yours of April 10 is now before me. The 
book has also been received, for which please accept my thanks. I 
have looked it through with interest — it is a Souvenir indeed! I 
shall place it in the library of the New Orleans University, where I 
trust it may remain for many years and generations. I am glad to 
know that God blessed you at Oil City Conference. It was a glorious 
season. I trust all our Conferences may be like it, only better and 
better as the years go on. I send with this a slip which will give you 
an idea of what I am trying to do. I want to endow eight professor- 
ships in our medical college. It will take $10,000 to endow any one 
of them. I wish you would take one, and give it your family name, 
or your own name in full. If you really desire to do good there is no 
better chance. The people for whom I plead are very poor, and have 
few friends. I hope God will put it into your heart to do what I ask. 
In this way, and for Christ's sake, you can visit the sick. It will be a 
better and more enduring monument than marble or bronze. 

Very truly yours, 

W. F. Mallalieu. 

I quote one sentence from the "slip" spoken of by 
the Bishop as enclosed to me: "Never from its portals 
shall any one be excluded on account of race, color, relig- 
ion or sex.'''' I confess I am glad to have had this matter 
brought to my notice, and am anxious to give the subject 
careful consideration, with the hope that with God's as- 
sistance I may arrive at a wise conclusion. 

* I want to say, the Lord bless them. 


June 5. — The boys (my sons) and myself have been 
as "busy as bees," my own work consisting in mowing 
the door-yards, etc., whitewashing some pear and orna- 
mental trees and shrubs, helping shingle, to-day, Frank- 
lin's new barn, and, while the scaffolding was being re- 
moved, I finished trimming and scraping the apple trees in 
the orchard* (Goodrich Farm). Then after all this was 
done, boy-like I wanted to do not only a little more but 
something by which this day might be remembered; so I 
held a sort of formal opening of the New Barn by taking 
the wheelbarrow and putting in a load of old hay, and 
another of new-mown (cut to-day), remarking, as I did so, 
to my sons and others: " You can remember who put in 
the first hay into the new barn." And yet this was not so 
much for the sake of my son as for his children (my four 
little grandchildren), something that some of them might 
perchance remember aud interpret, when I am gone, as a 
simple lesson in industry and carefulness. While I was 
engaged in mowing, a passing neighbor said to ine: "I 
saw you do that forty years ago when working with your 
uncle, William Morehead, on your father's farm, and you 
have not yet forgot how!" "No," I replied, "I enjoy 
it now, and am glad I am able to continue in the busi- 
ness. I want to mow the door-yards for the boys, and 
help do the hand-mowing, trimming and so forth with 
the scythe." 

June 6. — Came to Meadville on business, and in the 
evening went to see my uncle and other relatives in Ver- 
non, four miles west of the town, remaining till Monday. 
During my visit my cousin, R. A. Fergerson, accompanied 
me to Geneva, and I had the pleasure of calling on an 
old schoolmate, David Smith, whom I do not remember 

* The job of pruning the three orchards for the boys I began several weeks ago, 
and was really glad to finish it. 


having met in many years; also saw his brother Peter, 
another schoolmate, and ere we left Geneva my cousin 
and I made yet another call on Mr. Harrison, a distant 
relative whom I have wished to see many years. While 
at Mr. Fergerson's I paid a visit to his father-in-law, Mr. 
John Curry, now nearly four-score years old, and very 
unwell at present ; also saw my uncle, living near by, who 
is in his ninetieth year. On my way home on Monday, 
and while in Meadville, my cousin, S. Phillips, informed 
me of the death of his son's wife, which occurred that 
same morning at her sister's in Hancock, whither she 
and her husband, Leslie Phillips, had recently gone on 
account of her failing health. The funeral and services 
were held at Port Jarvis, N. Y., her former home. It 
is only a few weeks ago since I saw her, for the 
last time, at her father-in-law's house, but she was quite 
ill then, so her demise was not altogether unexpected. 
She was a most estimable, Christian woman. Our 
house, the "Old Home,'' is being repainted white, 
blinds green, just as it was first painted by my father 
in 1815; and I wish to help my son and the painter, 
Mr. Albion Bowman, on that, as I do on everything 
else about the place, for I do not want to be called a 
" retired farmer," while health, strength and courage re- 
main to me. It is surely a pardonable pride that prompts 
me to say that I can still do farm labor, shingle, paint or 
look for a job at any other kind of work I can do. How 
good, indeed, it is for us if we can but labor and be con- 
tented within the limits of our occupations, making our- 
selves useful at whatever we can do. 

June 11. — I went to-day to assist at the raising of 
Mr. David Roberts' bank barn (44x52), to me a pleasant 
duty, and there was a good turn-out, plenty of help — over 
sixty at dinner (I think), and more to follow to lend a 


willing hand in the afternoon. Leaving Mr. Roberts' 
place,* I proceeded to Meadville, where I received my mail, 
and one letter, from my cousin, Frank Simmons, brought 
me the sad news of the death of Mrs. Martha Cobb, which 
occurred at 6 o'clock this morning. Another communi- 
cation was bright and sunshiny — an invitation to a wed- 
ding, as follows: " Mrs. C. A. Wheeler requests your 
presence at the marriage of her daughter, Mertie Maud, 
to Albert E. Sherman, June 24, 1891, at eight o'clock, at 
her residence, No. 340 Footes Avenue, Jamestown, N. Y." 
During my short stay in Meadville I called on Mr. S. 
Phillips, where I met a relative, Miss Clara Arnold, of 
Townsville, Penn., who had been residing about six 
months in East Tennessee, for the benefit of her health, 
and was on her way home; also had a brief visit at C. R. 

June 13. — Am in Jamestown, N. T., having come to 
attend the funeral of my cousin, Mrs. Martha Cobb, an- 
nounced for to-morrow, Sunday, but which, for some 
reason, took place to-day, before my arrival. Mrs. Cobb 
was born May 2, 1833, so was just nine days younger 
than, myself. Rev. A. C. Ellis, pastor of the M. E. 
Church at Jamestown, officiated at the funeral. The 
electric street railway is now opened in Jamestown, and 
one can ride to Dexterville or the boat landing in a mag- 
nificently-appointed car, propelled by the mystic force of 
electricity. I understand the road to Lakevvood, five 
miles, will soon be completed, at which time Jamestown 
will be able to boast of ten or twelve miles of electric 

Sunday, June 14. — Attended the Episcopal Church at 
Jamestown along with Vernon Wheeler and his sister, 

* I would here say that Mr. Roberts has now one of the best barns in this 
section of the county ; but he is noted for doing things well. There are larger barns, 
but this seems a model one. 


Gertie; afterward, while on my way to Mr. Simmons', I 
stepped into the M. E. Church, where were being held 
"Children's Day" services, which I much enjoyed; then 
went with Mr. Simmons to look at the new Baptist Church, 
not yet quite completed, so they are holding services in 
the Sunday-school, and I found it was also "Children's 
Day " there. At 3 p.m. I attended the laying of the foun- 
dation stone of the Swedish Church; thence went to the 
cemetery to view the last resting place of Mrs. Martha 
Cobb and of Uncle and Aunt Simmons, whereon have re- 
cently been placed tombstones. A call in the evening on 
Mr. Hezekiah Williams closed this summer Sabbath day. 

June 16. — Left Jamestown yesterday evening for 
Union City, where I remained over night with my friend 
J. Housenick, and this morning, being most desirous of 
attending the raising of Mr. George Hamilton's barn, I 
took train for Saegertown, whence I walked to the County 
Farm, one and one-half miles, as I wished to see my 
brother-in-law and his wife; thence walked to my home, 
about four and one-half miles, in the heat of the day, 
changed my clothes, had dinner and was off to the barn- 
raising. My three sons were all busy at Little Cooley, 
baling hay, but my daughters-in-law, Maggie and Min- 
nie, had gone to the " bee " before I reached home, so they 
were helpful to us by assisting Mrs. Hamilton, along 
with other willing women workers, in getting ready the 
meals etc. It was an all-day raising, as the barn was 
45x96 feet, requiring from forty -five to fifty hands, besides 
women and children, and so I was late in getting to the 
spot; but, as some one present remarked, the Waids were 
"well represented," as there were present my brother, G. 
N., and his sons, also my nephew, Nick P., besides my 
daughters-in-law and myself. 

Sunday, June 21. — Having come to Meadville yester- 


day on business, as I usually do on Saturdays, I remained 
over night at Mr. Derby's, having heard that the Memo- 
rial services for Mrs. Estella Phillips would be held to-day 
in the Baptist Church, and I wished to attend. With 
several members of the Phillips family I accordingly 
went to the church, and I am truly glad I did so, as the 
services were impressive and touching in the extreme. 
The good pastor, Rev. W. H. Marshall, chose for his text 
Revelations xiv: 13: And I heard a voice from Heaven 
saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in 
the Lord from henceforth : Yea, saith the Spirit, that they 
may rest from their labors; and their ivorks do follow 
them; and in his sermon he spoke most feelingly of the 
deceased; of her exemplary life; of her uniting with the 
church at Port Jervis, N. Y., and being baptized at the 
age of about fifteen, over a score of years ago. The be- 
reaved husband has the sympathy of all, but what blessed 
consolation must come in the thought that his wife, Es- 
tella, left the world a Christian, to dwell in the house of 
the Lord forever — Blessed are the dead who die in the 

In the afternoon I went to " Children's Day " service 
at the M. E. African Church, where an interesting pro- 
gramme was well carried out, at the close of which 1, 
as a visitor, was called upon to say a few words to the 
children, which I did, and afterward in a little more sub- 
stantial manner aided their cause by doubling the col- 
lection, making the gross amount $3.14. Then a vote of 
thanks for my visit, and an invitation to "come again' 
closed the happy proceedings. In the evening I attended 
the First M. E. Church, where Rev. Dr. Moore, editor of 
the Western Christian Advocate, delivered an eloquent 
sermon for the benefit of the Allegheny College Young 
Men's Christian Association, the subject being John, the 


Baptist, in prison, arid Christ on His mission on earth, 
preaching the doctrine of everlasting life. 

June 23. — Yesterday my uncle Robert Morehead 
(now, as already related, nearly ninety years old) and his 
daughter came to visit me, and glad I was of it, for I was 
wishing to have him come and see me once more before I 
take my departure for the West. After supper I drove 
my uncle to Blooming Valley, in order to make a call on 
my niece, Mrs. Iowa Joslin, and after a short interview 
we returned home, having enjoyed a very pleasant drive. 
This morning we called on our nearest neighbor, Mrs. 
Mary Kiser, who is a few months older than my uncle, 
and has been in failing health for a long time. Paid 
visits to the homes of my other two sons; drove down to 
the County Farm to give our regards to Julia, a relative; 
then called on my brother, and afterward on my nephew 
Nick P., where we had supper before returning home- 
ward, when I drove him to Blooming Valley, whither his 
daughter had gone to see Mr. Ploof, a relative. Thus 
ended what to me was a memorable visit, one recalling' 
pleasant old-time associations, not unmixed with regretful 
remembrauces; for as my aged relative and I viewed the 
old home of my boyhood and earlier manhood, and 
chatted about the days of long ago, my life history 
seemed to pass before me like a moving panoramic view, 
bright and gloomy scenes alternately passing before my 
mental eye — here a ray of joy, there a cloud of sorrow; 
here a noontide radiance, there a midnight darkness, till 
I found my thoughts unconsciously dwelling on my dead 
wife, and wandering away to the beautiful valley of Eden; 

" Beautiful valley of Eden! 
Sweet is thy noontide calm; 
Over the hearts of the weary, 
Breathing thy waves of balm. 


" Over the heart of the mourner 
Shineth thy golden day, 
Wafting the songs of the angels 
Down from the far away. 

" Beautiful vallej- of Eden, 

Home of the pure and blessed! 
How oft' amid the wild billows 
I dream of thy rest — sweet rest!" 

June 24. — The last time I went to Jamestown, N. Y., 
was to attend the funeral of Martha Cobb; to-day my 
mission thither is a happier one — -to be present at the 
wedding of Albert Sherman and Mertie M. Wheeler, in 
accordance with the invitation I had received. The cere- 
mony was performed in the evening by Rev. E. B. Bur- 
rows, in the presence of a large attendance of relatives and 
friends, representing nearly every season of life from the 
bud of childhood to the mellow fruit of old age. Among 
those present, some of whom I never met before, and 
others not for years, I might mention Mrs. Addie Ogden, 
from Olean, N. Y. ; Chan. Colt and wife, and his brother 
Henry, from near Brocton, N. T.* ; Miss Lorinda Wheeler, 
Mrs. Stratton and Mrs. John Childs, aunts of the bride, 
all three living in our own count v. 

Early next morning, after a call on Mr. Colt, I re- 
turned to Meadville, a little late, to attend Allegheny 
College Commencement (class of '91) exercises, held in 
the First M. E. Church, and of which the following is a 
copy of the programme: 

* Henry and Chan. Colt are brothers of Frank Colt, with whom the bride, Mer- 
tie Maud (Wheeler), her mother, Gertie and Verner have lived many years. 

2] 2 



Immigration, - R. J\ Adams, 

The New Republic, Howard A. Couse. 

Experience as a Factor in Life, - C. C. Freeman. 


Is War a Relic of the Past? - John A. Gibson. 

The Ends we Seek, - Gertrude V. Household. 

The Philosopher of Rotterdam, Charles L. Howe. 


Russian Nihilism, - Clarence F. Boss. 

The Woman of the Twentieth Century, - - Mary Warner. 
"The Grand Old Man," - Homer D. Whitfield. 

" Human Equation," - - William W.Youngson. 

music, orchestra. 
Conferring of Decrees. 

Everything connected with these exercises passed off 
surpassingly well, and I would that space permitted me 
to dwell on them more fully. I can not speak too highly 
of President Wheeler's address to the "Class of '91," 
numbering twenty-nine members, coming from many 
States. I believe it surpassed anything of the kind I had 
ever heard — so rich was it, so rare, so full of good things 
overflowing with noble encouragements and lasting bene- 
dictions. All the numbers on the programme were finely 
rendered, and the audience returned to their homes more 
than favorably impressed with the day's proceedings. 

June 27. — -This morning I spent several hours work- 
ing in the old garden wherein, no doubt, my twin brother 
and myself did some little child-work half a century ago. 
But it is more of those who taught me by their example 
how to love labor — my parents — that I am reminded — on 
the farm in general, of my father; in the garden, in par- 
ticular, of my mother, for while she was young, or in mid- 
dle life, yes, or even during the last year of her pilgrim- 


age on earth, when seventy-seven years of age, she would 
be found diligently working in this same old garden where 
now I find myself with hoe in hand, assisted by my 
daughter-in-law, Annie, Guhmip's wife, and their four- 
year-old daughter, Edna, both industrious to the great 
discomfiture of the weeds, my little granddaughter very 
enthusiastic over her modicum. So here I have work and 
pleasure combined, everything to be thankful for, and in 
my heart I sing for very joy. 

After dinner the barn-raising on the farm of Edmond 
Ellis,* a friend and neighbor, gave me some more pleas- 
ant work. This structure, which in 35x45 feet, was orig- 
inally built thirty-five years ago on what is known as the 
Wilks Farm, and Edmond and his father, Clark Ellis, un- 
dertook to move and repair the same, but before they got 
it completed a storm came and blew the barn down, re- 
ducing it to a perfect wreck. It was no small job to 
sort out the ruin and rebuild, so when all was ready for 
the raising I was only too glad to give what assistance I 
could. It was heavy work, for the timber used in building 
barns years ago was much heavier than nowadays, but 
there were plenty of willing hands and the job of putting 
the frame up was completed before supper, after which I 
walked (in company with Mr. Ephraim Williams, carpen- 
ter, who was overseer of the work) to Meadville where I 
remained, as usual, over Sunday. Brother Williams was 
formerly a member of State Road M. E. Church, and lived 
here many years before going to Meadville. No wonder I 
loved him as a Christian brother and could enjoy a walk 
and chat five miles with him when our day's work was 
done ! 

* I am told Mr. Clark Ellis attended the first barn-raising thirty-five years ago. 
and some others who helped at the raising then were present. Mr. Ellis was (I 
understand ) fifty-two on the day of the barn-raising. 


Sunday, June 28. — Attended the Second Presbyterian 
Church, where I heard an excellent sermon from the lips 
of Dr. D. H. Wheeler, president of Allegheny College, 
who is filling the appointment here at present, Dr. Ed- 
wards, the regular pastor, being in poor health. The 
text, Matthew xi : 28 : Come unto me all ye that labor and 
are heavy laden, and I will give you rest, was ably in- 
terpreted by the learned Doctor who not only made but 
also left a lasting impression on his attentive hearers. 
As for my individual self, I had labored all the week, and 
was tired in body and weary in mind, much in need of 
rest and spiritual food, and here I found both. My soul 
was refreshed and blessed with the words of the text, and 
the invitation and promises held out to the weary. I had 
found what was wanting — rest, peace, life and salvation, 
the fruits of the spirit, joy and gladness — and I went 
forth from the church, a thankful Christian, to continue 
life's journey with renewed vigor and all the more zeal 
as yet other words of comfort came to my thoughts: 
Take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am weak 
and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your soids; 
for my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Ever the 
same good soul-reviving old story. 

" Tell me the old, old story 
Of unseen things above, 
Of Jesus and His glory, 
Of Jesus and His love. 

" Tell me the story softly, 

With earnest tones, and grave; 
Remember! I'm the sinner 
Whom Jesus came to save." 


June 30. — There are certain things we cling to more 
or less tenaciously as we pass our days on earth, for 
instance, life, home, friends and our earlier day asso- 
ciations; we cling to the business that brings us our 
daily bread; we cling to property that we may have 
something against a " rainy day," something to help 
us when old age or sickness comes to us — something 
to help our children, something to do good with. So 
there are many things to which we cling, for we, every 
one of us, need support now, and assuredly will all the 
more in the future. But what is the best thing to cling 
to most tenaciously? what is the best to choose? what 
best pays? what brings us the largest income as our days 
and years go on? What is the best inheritance we can 
leave our children? Not wealth, but a good name, a 
Christian character. 

Such were my thoughts this morning as I was read- 
ing a chapter from the Book of Books, and I found my 
answer to all these questions as ready as it is simple— 
Cling to the Bible, cling to the Truth, cling to Christ. O what 
support, what comfort, what peace and satisfaction there 
is in building on the one sure foundation! How I love 
to peruse the pages of that good old Book! I do not 
know how often the word "blessed" occurs in the Bible, 
but I do know that I love that single word as used in the 
good Book and pronounced by Christ in His sermon on 
the Mount, so many times especially in the first twelve 
verses of Matthew v, where it occurs no less than nine 
times. I love that portion of this ever-memorable sermon 
so much that I have committed it to writing in my Diary, 
words I learned at Sunday-school when a child, and now, 
over fifty years later, are bringing me comfort, peace and 
a prospect of Heaven. 


1. And seeing the multitude, He went up into a mountain; and 
when He was set His disciples came unto Him. 

2. And He opened His mouth, and taught them, saying, 

3. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for their's is the kingdom of 

4. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. 

5. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. 

6. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteous- 
ness, for they shall be filled. 

7. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. 

8. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. 

9. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the chil- 
dren of God. 

10. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness sake, 
for their's is the kingdom of heaven. 

11. Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, 
and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. 

12. Rejoice and be exceeding glad, for great is your reward in 
heaven; for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you. 

This word "blessed" has so much attraction for me 
that I can not refrain from quoting a few other passages 
of Scripture where it occurs. How my soul loves it! I 
try to penetrate the depth of the meaning it contains as 
spoken by the Master and written according to His will 
by the inspired writer, touched by the finger of His love, 
and moved by His spirit. 

Psalm xxxii: 1, 2: Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, 
whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imput- 
eth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile. 

Psalm xli: 1: Blessed is he that considereth the poor; the Lord 
will deliver him in the time of trouble. 

Psalm Ixxxiv: 4, 5: Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house, they 
will be still praising Thee. Selah. Blessed is the. man whose strength 
is in Thee; in whose heart are the ways of them. 

Psalm cxii: 1: Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord, that de- 
lighteth greatly in His commandments. 

Jeremiah xvii: 7: Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, 
and whose hope the Lord is. 


Joel ii: 14: Who knoweth if he will return and repent, and leave 
a blessing behind him; even a meat offering and a drink offering unto 
the Lord your God. 

James i: 12: Blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for 
when he is tried, he shall receive a crown of life, which the Lord hath 
promised to them that love Him. 

Revelations xx: 6: Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first 

July 1. — Yesterday at noon I went on foot to Meadville, 
where I made several calls, and in the afternoon, by the 
same method of locomotion, proceeded to the County Farm, 
as I wished to see my brother-in-law, G. W. Cutshall, a 
walk in all of not less than twelve miles, so I remained 
there over night to rest. If I can get no one to accom- 
pany me, why then I go alone, for I can walk and think, 
and study nature as I pass along, always learning some- 
thing new. This morning I went from Mr. Cutshall's to 
Mr. H. B. Stanford's (collector of State, county and poor 
taxes in Woodcock Township), a walk of probably some 
five or six miles. He lives near Mr. J. Wesley Lang's 
place, on the Gravel Run Road. I paid my taxes, and 
when I had done so Mr. Stanford said to me: "You, 
Mr. Waid, pay the largest tax of any one in our township, 
one hundred and sixty dollars and sixty cents. It is 
worth paying such a sum now, before July 4, and save 
five per cent." In the course of our conversation we 
talked about our late worthy commissioner, Mr. Lang, 
who died suddenly on Saturday, June 27 last, in his 
seventy -second year, having been born February 8, 1820, 
in Woodcock Township, Crawford Co., Penn. I would 
have attended his funeral had I known of his death in 
time; but to-day as I passed the Lang Cemetery, which 
is situated but a short distance from his late home, I 
stepped in and viewed his newly-made grave. While 



there pausing for a few seconds I copied from the tomb- 
stone near by the following inscription : 

Wife of J. Wesley Lang, 


My walk homeward, about five and one-half miles, on 
this lovely day, by way of " Twelve Corners," is indelibly 
carved on my memory, so beautiful were the landscape 
and the panoramic perspective, especially as viewed from 
a rising piece of ground about two miles northwest of 
Blooming Valley and the little town of that name, which 
could be clearly seen, as well as the placid Woodcock 
Valley extending several miles to the southwest, till the 
eye catches a glimpse of the hills west of French Creek 
and Saegertown — all charmingly attractive. Here and 
there, in fact everywhere, are to be seen prosperous farm 
homes with fertile fields, fruitful orchards and shady 
woods and inviting groves, all owned by contented and 
happy tillers of the soil, the humblest of whom appears 
to exalt in the comforts and embellishments which his 
own hands have spread around him. In less than an 
hour after feasting my eyes on this sublime picture of 
Nature adorned in summer raiment, I was at my home 
my day's journey occupying about twenty-three hours, my 
walk, during that time, extending probably twenty-five 
miles in all. I was satisfied with my day's work, and 
with what I had seen and enjoyed.* 

July 2. — While I was engaged in mowing the door 
yard this bright morning, I was favored and encouraged 
with many salutations from passers by, and was much 

* All so near home. Let us live in the labors and beauties of home life as well 
as when we go abroad. 


pleased when Dr. 8. C. Johnson,* of Blooming Valley 
(Fred's brother-in-law), drove up in company with his 
brother, Mr. P. F. Johnson, of Independence, Kas., and 
we had a chat about eastern Kansas and other things; 
then, after they had left me and I had renewed my work, 
there came along, on their way to Meadville, my old friend 
Mr. David S. Keep, and his wife. This was our first 
meeting since his return from Ellendale, Dak., whither 
Mr. Keep had several years ago gone to reside from this 
his native county of which he was at one time register 
and recorder. 

July 3. — To-morrow is the "Glorious Fourth," and I 
should like to attend the Dedication of the Soldiers' 
Monument in Meadville, as well as the celebration of the 
fifteenth anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Cutshall's-j- 
wedding ; but as I can not conveniently be present at both, 
I send to Frank and his wife a token of our friendship 
in the form of a Bible for their only son (eleven years of 
age), as a remembrance of the event, accompanied with 
the following letter: 

Blooming Valley, Penn., July 4, 1891. 
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Cutshall: I regret that I can not be present 
and share in the pleasure of friends and relatives, in celebrating your 
Fifteenth Wedding Anniversary. But having made previous arrange- 
ments to attend the Dedication of Soldiers' Monument, and general 
celebration of the Fourth of July in Meadville, it is necessary that I 
should deny myself the pleasure of being present. Yet I trust you 
■will accept this token of my friendship — a Bible — sent as a gift to your 
son Harry in remembrance of the occasion. Wishing you all a good 

time, I remain respectfully, 

Your Uncle, 

F. C. Waid. 

*Dr. S. C. Johnson attended my first wife during Dr. G. W. Weter's absence 
attending the medical lectures at New York City, and, after, continued to come to 
our home, as consulting physician, to the close of her life. 

1 1 would here say that Frank Cutshall, G. W. Cutshall's only son, married 
Miss Alice Haines; consequently my son Fred and Frank Cutshall are brothers-in- 
law as well as cousins, and both are brothers-in-law to Dr. S. C. Johnson, of Bloom- 
ing Valley. 

JULY 4, 1891. 

1 Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, 

Borne thi-ough our battleneld's thunder and flame, 
Blazoned in song and illumined in story, 
Wave on us all who inherit their fame! 
Up with our banner bright, 
Sprinkled with starry light, 
Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore; 
While through the sounding sky, 
Loud rings the nation's cry, — 
Union and Liberty! — One evermore!" 


The pleasant little city of Meadville, with a popula- 
tion of over 11,000, was in her best holiday attire, and 
her numerous guests well provided for, many of whom 
had come from a far distance. The day was to be cele- 
brated, as I have already intimated, by the dedication of 
the Soldiers' Monument in Diamond Park. I had the 
honor of being appointed one of the vice-presidents, and 
was presented with a badge bearing the words, Vice- 
President Dedication of Soldiers' 1 Monument at Meadville, 
July 4, 1891. This entitled me to a seat on the platform, 


from which an excellent view of all the proceedings was 
had. The medal struck for the occasion was very neat, 
and bore on one side a drawing of the Soldiers' Monument 
(showing the inscription thereon, Crawford County's 
Tribute to her loyal sons), and on the other side the words, 
In Memory of the men of Crawford County, Pennsylvania, 
ivho served in the Union Army during the Rebellion, 
1861-1865. There were present to take part in the cere- 
monies several Posts of the G. A. R. from various points, 
with their several commanders, and they made quite a 
formidable and imposing appearance in the procession 
which started from Park Avenue at 11:30 a. m. for 
Diamond Park. 

The details of the day's proceedings are too lengthy 
to give much of here, but I can not omit referring to the 
excellent address of Judge J. J. Henderson, of Crawford 
County, and the presentation speech of Dr. T. L. Flood, 
both of which were masterpieces of patriotic eloquence; 
and the accepting of the Monument on behalf of the city, 
by Col. S. B. Dick. The day could not be finer, and that 
part of the proceedings consisting of games, concerts, 
illuminations, bicycle parade, etc., was carried out in 
grand style ; in addition to which there was on exhibition 
a marvel of mechanical ingenuity, in the shape of an 
" Automatic City," which took the German inventor of 
the same seventeen long years of patient labor in the 
constructing thereof. Every day in the year has its end, 
its close, as did this memorable one, July 4, Independence 
Day, the most noted in the annals of the United States of 
America. And who is there among us who would not 
sing with heart and voice — My countey, 'tis of thee? 
Our free country and an open Bible, with the Gospel 
preached to all! And so may it ever be, as long as the 
sun and moon endure! 


" My country, 'tis of thee, 
Sweet laud of liberty, 

Of thee I sing; 
Land where my fathers died! 
Land of the Pilgrims' pride! 
From every mountain side 
Let freedom ring! 

" My native country, thee — 
Land of the noble, free — 

Thy name I love; 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills; 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 

" Our fathers' God! to Thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To Thee we sing: 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light; 
Protect us by Thy might, 

Great God, our King ! " 

But as I looked on the many joy-inviting events of 
the day, as they followed in quick succession, a cloud 
would from time to time intervene to darken my thoughts. 
For this great National holiday, this anniversary of the 
birth of our loved Republic, is also the anniversary of the 
death of my well-beloved wife, Eliza, an event never to be 
forgotten by me. I have written much on this subject, 
because it stands out in such prominent relief on the 
pages of my life history; and they who have been simi- 
larly bereaved know what it is, and can appreciate the 
value of sympathy. The evening of life has come to 
me, and the shadows are growing longer, while I am 
calmly waiting, waiting. 




" Only waiting till the shadows 
Are a little longer grown; 
Only waiting till the glimmer 
Of the day's last beam is flown. 

" Then from out the gathered darkness 

Holy, deathless stars shall rise, 

By whose light my soul shall gladly 

Tread its pathway to the skies." 

In this faith I live on, and, best of all, God comforts me. 
My pathway in life is ofttimes dreary and sad, but I trust 
in the Lord. His right hand is ever near, though my sight 
may be dim, but I never doubt His lovingness, and I 
leave my way with Him. 





In my preface to the Second Souvenir I spoke of the 
encouragement I had received in my undertaking, and of 
the reception my previous book had met with at the 
hands of those of my kindred and friends to whom copies 
were presented. 

I have received many letters of acknowledgment, all 
testifying in the most gratifying terms to the popularity 
my Second Souvenir has been favored with, and I find 
myself thereby, through the blessing of God, much 
strengthened and encouraged in my purpose. Even had 
I undertaken the task, I would have found it difficult to 
discriminate in any manner among these letters — they 
are all good. I appreciate every one of them, and in re- 
turn thank all my friends for the compliments they have 
paid me, and for the various expressions of kind sym- 
pathy they have extended to me in my humble efforts to 
do some good. May the Lord bless them! is my sincere 
prayer as I look over this large number of letters, all of 
which will be kept and treasured by me, while I live, 
and, I trust left, when I am summoned from earth, as an 
heritage to my children. Some of these letters are here 
given in full, but the majority of them, on account of 
limited space, have been more or less abbreviated. I 
also received some flattering press notices, a few of which 
I will here place on record, as they may prove of interest 
to some of my readers. 


(From the Meadville Gazette April 17, 1891.) 

Some time ago Francis C. Waid presented to us a handsomely 
bound octavo volume of several hundred pages, being a second family 
Souvenir published by him. It is gotten up in the best style of the 
typographer's art, and handsomely bound and illustrated. The work 
was intended for distribution among relatives, but enough extra copies 
were printed to supply a few friends, of whom we are glad to be con- 
sidered one. The substance of snch a work will naturally be of a per- 


sonal character, dealing with scenes of a local nature and incidents 
involving the immediate family of the author; but in the life of such a 
man as "Francis C. Waid there is necessarily much to interest and 
instruct, Mr. Waid is a typical American product. Born a country 
boy, with no better prospects than any one of ten thousand other Craw- 
ford County boys at that time, he has made a success of life such as 
few attain, and 'by such means as but few are content to employ. In- 
dustry seems to have been the sheet anchor of his life, stayed with the 
strong supports of honesty, truthfulness and piety, and, while earnest 
in his efforts for personal success, always scrupulously just toward 
others. From a poor boy on the farm, Mr. Waid amassed a large fort- 
une, but he gathered it by honest planting, skillful harvesting and 
careful garnering in legitimate ways by honest means, and he never 
sought to build up his own house by tearing down that of his neighbor. 
It is not possible in a short notice to give a description or a criticism 
of this book, but we can truly say that it is a work which no young 
man, especially a farmer's son, can read without lasting advantage. 
There is no better method of teaching than by example, and the 
history of a successful life is one of the best lessons a boy or a young 
man can study. The life of this man is worth more as an answer to 
the question of how to make the farm pay than a perpetual subscrip- 
tion to the newspaper which hangs its harp on the willows of Babylon, 
while it passes its hat for contributions to reward its professional 


(From the Pennsylvania Farmer of August 28, 1890.) 

Mr. F. C. Waid, of Meadville, is the author and publisher of a 
book which he calls his Second Souvenir, containing much valuable 
information with reference to people, places and events pertaining to 
Crawford County and other localities, besides many thoughts to stimu- 
late noble purposes and right living in young and old. He does not 
offer the book for sale, but takes pleasure in donating a copy to the 
Sunday-school libraries and public libraries in his native county 
as long as the supply for such purposes lasts. The original 
object of this Souvenir was to present to friends and kindred, 
but the success and popularity of his First Souvenir prompts 
him to place a few copies within the reach of all, in this 
manner hoping to exert an influence for good in his own way. It is a 
well-edited and finely-printed book of nearly 400 pages, and is an 
elegant volume for the library. The author's generous purpose in 
presenting so costly a book to his friends and the public is only to do 
good, which, in comparison with the usual aim of authors, awakens a, 
feeling of interest not otherwise secured. Those to whom this is 
addressed may examine the book by calling at the Farmer office, or at 
any other newspaper office in this city. 

( From the Guy"s Mills Echo.) 

Mr. Francis C. Waid, of Blooming Valley, called at our office a 
few clays since, and presented us with a copy of his Second Souvenir, a 
neatlv printed, and nicely bound book of 368 pages, containing a com- 
plete" biographv of the" Waid family, and biographical sketches of 


many relatives, and the immediate friends of Mr. Waid. As its name 
indicates, this is the second book of the kind prepared by Mr. Waid, 
his First Souvenir having appeared in 1886. He has ordered two 
thousand copies, and they are all to be presented to his relatives and 
friends. Mr. Waid has been and is at the present time, one of the 
most successful farmers in the country, starting in life, poor, but with 
a determination to succeed, he has by his untiring energy accumulated 
quite a fortune. Although Mr. Waid is what the world calls rich, yet 
he is by no means proud of it. 

Preceding the several letters, I here give a record of 
the distribution of the 700 copies of rny Second Souvenir. 






26, 1890 

Anna E. Waid, my wife, Norwood, Kas. 


26, 1890 

Each of my three sons, F. I., G. P. and F. F. Waid, Blooming- 
Valley, Penn. 


26, 1890 

George N. Waid, my brother, Meadville, Penn. 


26, 1890 

G. W. Cutshall, Guy's Mills, Penn. 


26, 1890 

C. R. Slocum, Mosiertown, Penn. 


26, 1890 

Lewis M. Slocum, Meadville, Penn. 


26, 1890 

Henry Smith, Meadville, Penn. 


26, 1890 

Nick P. Waid, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


26, 1890 

Orlando Waid, Little Cooley, Penn. 



Ralph Rouclebush, Blooming Valley, Penn, 


26, 1890 

Ida Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Silas Clark, New Richmond, Penn. 



I reserved one for myself, Meadville, Penn. 



My nearest neighbor, Mary Riser, an aged friend, Blooming 
Valley, Penn. 


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Ursula Boudelmsh, Warren, Penn. 

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John Roudebush, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

James Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


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Charles A. Buell, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Zephaniah Briggs, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
David Nodine, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 



Matilda Barr, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Ann Eliza Odell, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Uncle Horace F. Waid, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Sally Hammond, New Richmond, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Hulda Bunts, New Richmond, Penn. 



A stranger whose name I did not learn. 


28, 1890 

D. H. Miller, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


Freemont Bradshaw, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Robert Smith, Blooming Vallev, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Moore M. Odell, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


28, 1890 

Andrew Rider, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Iowa Josling, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


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Clark Ellis, Meadville, Penn. 


28, 1890 

J. H. Reynolds, Meadville, Penn. 



S. C. Derby, Meadville. Penn. 


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Edmond P. Ellis, Meadville, Penn. 





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Smith Galey, Meadville, Penn. 

David Roberts, Meadville, Penn. 

William Smith, Meadville, Penn. 

Uncle Robert Morehead, Meadville, Penn. 

Robert A. Fergerson, Meadville, Penn. 

John C. Morehead, Meadville, Penn. 

S. S. L., Watson's Run (Reformed Church), Penn. 

M. E. S. S. L., State Road, Penn. 

First M. E. Chuch S. S. L., Meadville, Penn. 

Baptist S. S. L., Wayland, Penn. 

Rachel Phillips, Townville, Penn. 

Harrison Sutton, Townville, Penn. 

Charles C. Morehead, Townville, Penn. 

Allen Morehead, Townville, Penn. 

George Waid, Townville, Penn. 

Albert Waid, Townville, Penn. 

Joseph Morehead, Newton. Penn. 

Pember W. Phillips, Townville, Penn. 

Lucind Gillett, Townville, Penn. 

Rebecca Arnold, Townville, Penn. 

Aunt Clarinda Morehead, Townville, Penn. 

M. E. S. S., Townville, Penn. 

Robert E. Slocum, Mosiertown, Penn. 

Caroline Cochran, Mosiertown, Penn. 

Hon. S. Slocum, Saegertown, Penn. 

George Floyd, Saegertown, Penn. 

M. E. S. S. L., Saegertown, Penn. 

Annette Cutshall, Guy's Mills, Penn. 

Frank Cutshall, Hickory Corners, Penn. 

William Crouch, Hickory Corners, Penn. 

William H. Hunter, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Moses Masiker, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Jerome Drake, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Sila Goodrich, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Maria Long, Blooming Valley,Penn. 

John F. Breed, Meadville, Penn. 

Frank Handley, Meadville, Penn. 

Frank Simmons, Jamestown, N. Y. 

Harvey Simmons, Jamestown, N. Y. 

Angeline Colt, Jamestown, N. Y. 

Martha Cobb. Jamestown, N. Y. 

Fred Davis, Jamestown, N. Y. 

Frank B. Bush, Jamestown, N. Y. 

William Bowen, Jamestown, N. Y. 

Henry Simmons, Busti, N. Y. 

Adelbert Simmons, Busti, N. Y. 

Mrs. Leander Simmons, Harmony, N. Y. 

Florence Skinner, Ashville, N. Y. 

Fayette Fleek, Ashville, N. Y. 

King D. Fleek, Lake Wood, N. Y. 

Mrs. W. H. Mathews, Chautauqua, N. Y. 

Dr. T. L. Flood, Meadville, Penn. 

Gov. Cyrus G. Luce, Michigan. 

Frank Fleek, Lakewood, N. Y. 

Edward Fleek, Watts Flat, N. Y. 

N. Roudebush, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

John Braymer, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Advent S. S. L., Blooming Valley, Penn. 

David Braymer, Blooming Valley, Penn 

George Sutton, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Andrew Cole, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Frank K. Clark, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Harvy Hatch, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Joseph W. Heard, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Albertice Clark, Wayland, Penn. 

Horatio Wright, Wayland, Penn. 

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S. Merrell, Meadville, Penn. 

Hon. G. B. Delamater, Meadville, Penn. 

Col. S. B. Dick, Meadville, Penn. 

Maj. D. V. Derickson, Meadville, Penn. 

Leon C. Magaw, Meadville, Penn. 

Cynthia Gage, Meadville, Penn. 

A. M. Fuller, Meadville, Penn. 

Hon. William Keynokls, Meadville, Penn. 

Hon. John J. Henderson, Meadville, Penn. 

Mrs. James Irvin (Central Hotel), Meadville, Penn 

Smith Leonard, Meadville, Penn. 

Hiram Blystone, Meadville, Penn. 

John D. Clemson, Meadville, Penn. 

Hon. H. C. Johnson, Meadville, Penn. 

Melvin T. Ward, Meadville, Penn. 

Grace Thompson, Meadville, Penn. 

John Adams, Meadville, Penn. 

J. H. Culbertson, Meadville, Penn. 

O. H. Hollister, Meadville, Penn. 

A stranger, name unknown. 

Simeon Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Fayette Allen, Athens, Penn. 

Willis Masiker, Lansing, Iowa. 

Simeon B. Dickson, St. Charles, Minn. 

Clara Devenpeck, Columbus, Ohio. 

Marian Meechum, Meadville, Penn. 

John Housnick, Union City, Penn. 

Jacob Housnick, Union City, Penn. 

Euric Douglass. Union City. Penn. 

William H. Fleek, Tryonville, Penn. 

Simon S. Waid, Tryonville, Penn. 

Joshua Irwin, Tryonville, Penn. 

George A. Goodwill, Tryonville, Penn. 

Walter Waid, Tryonville. Penn. 

Isaac Clark, Tryonville, Penn. 

Glenn Beatty, Meadville, Penn. 

J. Alexander Beatty, Meadville, Penn. 

Almeda Waid, Meadville, Penn. 

William Braymer, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Fayette Delamater, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Dr. C. E. Hall, pastor First M. E. Church, Meadville, Penn. 

Rev. Hamilton MoClintock, Meadville, Penn. 

Albert Burkhart, Meadville, Penn. 

John Porter, Meadville, Penn. 

Aunt Maria Lord, Meadville, Penn. 

A. R. Fowler, Meadville. Penn. 

Henry P. Marley. Meadville, Penn. 

William Chase, Meadville, Penn. 

Henry A. Ellis, Meadville, Penn. 

Fred Stadtler, Meadville, Penn. 

Avery W. Masiker, Titusville, Penn. 

Thomas Smith, Little Cooley, Penn. 

Alexander Smith, Little Cooley, Penn. 

George Smith. Little Cooley, Penn. 

Andy Smith, Little Cooley, Penn. 

George Fleek, Little Cooley, Penn. 

Lorenzo Wheeler, Little Cooley, Penn. 

William V. AVheeler, Little Cooley, Penn. 

Lorinda Wheeler, Riceville, Penn. 

JohnChilds, Taylor's Stand, Penn. 

Elijah T. Wheeler, Bradford. Penn. 

Frank Walters, Bradford, Penn. 

Mrs. George Fleek, Little Cooley, Penn. 

John Walton, Townville, Penn. 

D. H. McCrillis. Townville, Penn. 

James Goodwille, Goodwill Hill, Penn. 

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M. E. S. S. L., Grand Valley, Penn. 

Horace F. Goodwill, Sanford. Penn. 

Hannah Lord, East Branch, Penn. 

Charles E. Allen, East Branch, Penn. 

George Bush, East Branch, Penn. 

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Layfayette Harroun, Spartanshurg, Penn. 

J. W. Farley, Spartanshurg, Penn. 

Charles Washburn, Spartanshurg, Penn. 

Walter R. Lindsay, Riceville, Penn. 

Wesley Gray, Riceville, Penn. 

Allegheny College Library, Meadville. Penn. 

Rev. G. S. W. Phillips, Meadville, Penn. 

Temperance Gibbs, Tremont. 111. 

Anna Harmon, Lake Ridge, Mich. 

Francis D. Sexton, Topeka, Kas. 

John R. Donnelly, Meadville, Penn. 

Thomas Ward, Vallonia, Penn. 

Henry Sharer, Vallonia, Penn. 

Frank Hartlerode, Meadville, Penn. 

Benjamin McNeil, Meadville, Penn. 

William B. Beyes. Meadville, Penn. 

H. M. Dickson, Meadville, Penn. 

Rev. E. C. Pengra, Meadville, Penn. 

Frank L. Wallace, Meadville, Penn. 

L. F. Edson, Meadville. Penn. 

Augustus Hites, Meadville, Penn. 

Mary Ann Sackett, Dexter, Mich. 

Ellery A. Burch, Lyona, Penn. 

Elliette E. Wilson, Meadville, Penn. 

Margaret Cook, Meadville, Penn. 

Frank Shutz. Meadville, Penn. 

Baptist S. S. L.. Meadville, Penn. 

Rev. H. L. Powers. Grand Island, Neb. 

Rev. Samuel Wykoff, Grand Island, Neb. 

Dr. W. H. Pillsbury, Grand Island, Neb. 

Ezra Wright, Hickory Corners, Penn. 

Wellington Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Elizabeth Densmore, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Henry Baldwin. Guy's Mills, Penn. 

Hannah Kellogg. Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Mary Chipman, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Olive M. Dunn, Meadville, Penn. 

D. R. Coder, Meadville, Penn. 

A. T. Sackett, Meadville. Penn. 

Uncle Andrew Gilbert Waid, Ann Arbor, Mich. 

Clarissa Reeves, Azalia, Mich. 

Louvina Reeves, Raisinville, Mich. 

Sarah E. Russell, Cleveland, Ohio. 

Cornelia Van Dome, Cleveland, Ohio. 

George W. Allison, Lyona, Penn. 

S. S. L., Lyona, Penn. 

Y. M. C. A., Grand Island, Neb. 

M. E. S. S. L., Grand Island, Neb. 

William Cunningham, Kent, Ohio. 

Eliza Cox, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Samuel Gilmore, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

George Cilmore, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Charles Gilmore, Bradford, Penn. 

Seminary Library, Jamestown, Mercer Co., Penn. 

Eunice Derby, Meadville, Penn. 

Ephraim Williams. Meadville, Penn. 

William Boslow, Meadville, Penn. 

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B. F. Haines, Brookville, Penn. 

V. A. Haines, Brookville, Penn. 

Master Claud Haines, Brookville, Penn. 

Samuel .Johnson and wife, Brookville, Penn. An aged couple 

who celebrated their golden wedding August 9, 1890. 
Dr. Samuel Johnson, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Thomas Richardson, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Dr. G. W. Weter, Grand Island, Neb. 
Wilson Hamilton, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Ebenezer Hites, Blooming V alley, Penn. 
Ranson Bobbins, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Homer C. Waid. Millertou, Penn. 
Hon. T. W. Phelps, Chester, Minn. 
Francis J. Tiffany, Essex. Conn. 
Mary Dickson, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Marvin W. Babcock, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Matte A. Sutton, Townville, Penn. 
George Hamilton, Meadville. Penn. 
John Hamilton, Meadville, Penn. 
Jennie Hamilton, Meadville, Penn. 
Hartwell Williams, Meadville, Penn. 
J. W. Judd, Meadville, Penn. 
John McKinney, Meadville, Penn. 
Rev. James Clyde, Meadville, Penn. 
Hon. (!. W. Delamater, Meadville, Penn. 
N. C. McLaughlin, Meadville. Penn. 
Hon. Samuel P. Pates, Meadville, Penn. 
S. T. Dick, Mead\ille, Penn. 
Citv Library. Meadville, I'enn. 
T. S. Goodsell, Meadville. Penn. 
Ira Hall, Hickory Corners, Penn. 
Orlando Sutton, Hickory Corners, Penn. 
John Cook, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Hiram Baldwin, Guy's Mills, Penn. 
Charles W. Wygant, Guy's Mills, Penn. 
Ira C. Wygant, Guy's Mills, Penn. 
M. E. S. S. L., Guy's Mills, Penn. 
Baptist S. S. L., Guy's Mills. Penn. 
Congregational S. S. L., Guy s Mills, Penn. 
A. McLachlin, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Seven Day Advents, Randolph, Penn. 
John Williams, Guy's Mills, Perm. 
Svlvester Seaman, Hickory Corners, Penn. 
John R. Wright, Guy's Mills, Penn. 
James Woodside, Miller's Station, Penn. 
Russell Penman, Meadville, Penn. 
A. M. E. S. S. L., Meadville, Penn. 
Horace F. Waid, Meadville, I'enn. 
Leslie Phillips, Meadville, Penn. 
Joseph Arnold. Meadville, Penn. 
S. W. Kepler, Meadville. Penn. 
Joseph Davis, Meadville, Penn. 
Perry Shonts, Evansburg, Penn. 
Elizabeth Curry, Meadville, Penn. 
William H. Carman, Meadville, Penn. 
August Rushlander, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Edson Sackett, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Daniel Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn, 
Alfred Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Eddy Harroun, Blooming Valley, Penn, 
Isaac Vanmarter, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
S. L. Thompson, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Catharine Stewart, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Mary McCullough, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
George Dewey, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Peter Schnenberg. Blooming Valley, Penn. 
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James Dickson, Blooming- Valley, Penn. 

Martin L. Carpenter, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Jeremiah Cutshall, Saegertown, Penn. 

Samuel Long, Long's Stand, Penn. 

George P. Ryan, Long's Stand, Penn. 

A. Brink, Long's Stand, Penn. 

A. J. McQuiston, Saegertown, Penn. 

Rev. A. J. Parsons, Saegertown, Penn. 

James Douglass, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Edward Douglass, Blooming Valley, Minn. 

Joseph Douglass, Meadville, Penn. 

Loren Hamilton, Meadville, Penn. 

Marcus Hreed, Meadville, Penn. 

Samuel Hobbs. Meadville, Penn. 

Zachariah Stull, Long's Stand, Penn. 

Charles Breed. Union City, Penn. 

Wesley Davidson, Union City, Penn, 

Augustus Anderholt, Union City, Penn. 

William Riddle. Bolivar, N. Y. 

George Eldridge, Meadville, Penn. 

Eugene Burns, Meadville, Penn. 

William Magaw, Meadville, Penn. 

Otto Finney, Meadville, Penn. 

Samuel Pitcher, Meadville, Penn. 

James Allen, Meadville, Penn. 

Edward R. Allen, Meadville, Penn. 

Cambridge Grange 168, Cambridgeboro, Penn, 

George H. St. John, editor Penn. Farmer, Meadville, Penn. 

W. R. Andrews, editor Meadville Tribune, Meadville, Penn. 

E. A. Hempstead, editor Crawford Journal Meadville, Penn. 

J. H. W. Keisinger, editor Meadville Gazette, Meadville, Penn. 

R. B. Brown, editor Meadville Messenger, Meadville, Penn. 

John J. Shryock, Meadville, Penn. 

Frank H. Waid, Custer City, Penn. 

New Richmond Grange, New Richmond, Penn. 

Edwin J. Bally, New Richmond, Penn. 

Elijah Flint, New Richmond, Penn. 

M.'E. S. S. L,, Mew Richmond, Penn. 

Lorenzo Harris, Little Cooley, Penn. 

Caroline Drake, Little Cooley. Penn. 

United Brethren S. S. L., Little Cooley, Penn. 

Norman Scott, Centreville, Penn 

Oscar Goodwill, Centreville. Penn. 

Baptist S. S. L., Centreville, Penn. 

M. E. S. S. L., Centreville. Penn. 

Frank Eberman, Centreville, Penn. 

Henrietta Sturgis, Centreville, Penn. 

Lewis Waid, Centreville, Penn. 

M. E. S. S. L., Tryonville, Penn. 

Oniri Goodwill. Titusville, Penn. 

Wilson Smith, Titusville, Penn. 

Angeline Brown. Titusville, Penn. 

Frank Jackson, Titusville, Penn. 

Walter Thompson, Titusville, Penn. 

Asa Davis, Titusville, Penn. 

Rev. John Lusher. Titusville, Penn. 

M. E. S. S. L.. Titusville. Penn. 

O. W. Braymer, M. D . Camden, N. J. 

Sylvester Comstock, Pnillipsburgh, Penn. 

Nathan Tiffany, Sag Harbor, Long Island, N. Y. 

Luther Titus. Spartansburg, Penn. 

Warren Chase, Meadville, Penn. 

John H. Wygant. Blooming Valley, Penn. 

William Deiismore, Erie, Penn. 

Bigler Roudebush, Erie, Penn. 

Elizabeth Huidekoper. Meadville, Penn. 

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Frederick Huidekoper, Meadville, Perm. 

William Hammon, Lyona, Perm. 

James Smith, Guy's Mills, Perm. 

John Lane, Guy's Mills, Peim. 

Hiram Lord, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Martin Clancy, Kent. Ohio. 

Sarah Corby, Athens, Penn. 

Charles E. Corby. Waverly, X. Y. 

David G. Fleek, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Oren Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Walter Sweany, Meadville. Penn. 

Lucia E. Allen, Mound City, So. Dak. 

John E. Bobbins. Mound City. So. Dak. 

Columbus C. Hatch. Mound City, So. Dak. 

Joseph Hampson, Meadville, Penn. 

William Hope, .Jr.. Meadville. Penn. 

A. B. Richmond. Meadville, Penn. 

Joshua Douglass, Meadville. Penn. 

Ebenezer Harroun, Guy's Mills, Penn. 

Jackson Shonts, Guy's Mills, Penn. 

A. J. Owen. Guy's Mills. Penn. 

Charles. Marvin, Guy's Mills, Penn. 

M. E. S. S. L.. Forest Grove, Penn. 

Prof. James H. Montgomery. Meadville, Penn. 

Hon. Pearson Church. Meadville, Penn. 
James Kennedy. Meadville. Penn. 
John T. Geary,'V;illonia. Penn. 

Sent by request of a friend to Mr. McFadden, Allegheny City, 

John Gibbons. Sugar Lake, Penn. 

Charles Mcintosh, Sugar Lake, Penn. 

James Smith (Soldiers' Home), Dayton, Ohio. 

Phebe Jones, Buffalo, N. Y. 

Daniel Long. Harmonsburg, Penn. 

J. H. Hamilton. Muddy Creek Station, Tenn. 

Dr. George M. Burdett, Lenoir City, Tenn. 

John Y. Gilmore, New Orleans, La. 

Steven Whicher, Mount Vernon, 111. 

Amino Whipple, Meadville, Penn. 

.1. 1). Dennington, Meadville, Penn. 

Andrew Whipple, Boston. Mass. 

A. A. Whipple. Kansas City, Mo. 

Frank Lester, Lyona, Penn. 

George Laugher, Lyona, Penn. 

Ulala Phillips, Townville, Penn. 

Joseph Boyles, Meadville, Penn.' 

John Barr, Union City, Penn. 

Y. M. C. A., Union City. Penn. 

William Hubble. Union City, Penn. 

Andrew Hatch. Meadville, Penn. 

Mrs. E. Brooks, Meadville, Penn. 

Steven M. Morehead, Minier. 111. 

Charles H. Gibbs, Chicago, 111. 

George W. Phillips, Townville, Penn. 

John C. Ramsey, Girard, Kas. 

Charles C. Slocum, Mansfield. Ohio. 

Rhoda Ann Allen, Wintersett, Iowa. 

James B. Gilmore, Alton, Kas. 

S. S. Library, Miller's Station, Penn. 

Hon. S. Newten Pettis, Washington, D. C. 

Widiam Gilmore, Hope, No. Dak. 

Fayette Bloomfield, Cambridge, Penn. 

George Miller, Venango, Penn. 

John McKay, Venango, Penn. 

Rev. M. Miller, Du Bois, Penn. 

Rev. A. S. Goodrich, Clarendon, Penn 

Lucy L. Slocum, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

Frank Hamilton, Meadville, Penn. 




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John Wilson Hamilton, Meadville, Penn. 
Rev. A. B. Hyde, Denver, Colo. 
Nathan Phelps, Marion, Minn. 
ELeazer Phelps, Minneapolis, Minn. 
Jay Harris, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
George AY. Townley, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
John Williams, Guy's Mills, Penn. 
Ursula Wykoil, Calliope, Iowa. 
Porter C. Compton, Ames, Iowa. 
W. H. Bryant, Amherst, Ohio. 
Ahram Wikoff, Oelwein, Iowa. 
G. S. Magaw, Chicago, 111. 
Catharine Quick, Meadville, Penn. 
Cora Williams, Eindlay, Ohio. 
Fayette Goodwill, Franklin, Penn. 
Wilson Smith, Rouseville, Penn. 
Flora Wilson. Millerton, Penn. 
Samuel Smith, East Branch, Penn. 
Julia Brennesholt, Corry, Penn. 
Timothy Hammon, Sanford, Penn. 
Zachariah Smith, Sanford, Penn. 
Omri Hutchison, Sanford, Penn. 
Lydia Trescott. Elmira, N. Y. 
Mrs. William B. Trevey. Moundsville, W. Va. 
Ally Washhurn, Milwaukee, Wis. 
LysanderWaid, Fentonville, N. Y. 
Kev. Klisha T. Wheeler, Geneva, Ohio. 
Hiram Ayers, Pittsburgh. Penn. 
John M. Ellis, Waverly, Iowa. 
Wilson Floyd, Everett, Colo. 
Phebe Gray, Pittsburgh, Iowa. 
Mittie Proud, Aberdeen, So. Dak. 
Rev. Sylvester N. Phelps, W T oodstock, Minn. 
Amelia Taylor Kasson, Minn. 
Warren W. Cutshall, Pine Island, Minn. 
James Thompson, M. D., Oak Woods, Ky. 
John W. Thompson, Madisonville, Tenn. 
Rebecca Dickson, Little Cooley, Penn. 
Perry Blakeslee, Spartansburg, Penn. 
Rev. O. L. Mead, Sandy Lake, Penn. 
Rev. S. K. Paden, Clark, Penn. 
Rev. D. S. Steadinan, Tidioute, Penn. 
Mellissa Scott, Wentwoith, Dak. 
Mary Ann Astrom, Cherry Valley, Ohio. 
J. M. Runk, Indiana. 
Rev. J. F. Perry, Springboro, Penn. 
Rev. James Lewis, Pleasantville, Penn. 
Rev. Sam P. Jones, Cartersville, Ga. 
Samuel Falkinburg. Blooming Valley, Penn 
U. S. Grant, New York City, No. 360G. 
Emmett Densmore, New York City, 58 W. Fifty-fifth stree . 
Hon. Robert T. Lincoln, Chicago, 111. 
T. De Witt Ta Image, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
G. A. Baker, editor of Souvenir, Chicago, 111. 
Jacob Cutshall, Allegheny City, Penn. 
Catharine Hoyles, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Laura Hall, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Maggie Hope. Meadville, Penn. 
Ira C. Miller, Davidson Station, Mich. 
S. S. Library, Custer City, Penn. 
Copy given to stranger. 
William H. Gillespie, Millvillage, Penn. 
One for Public Library, Millvillage, Penn. 
L. D. Dunn, Meadville, Penn. 
Rev. L G. Merrill, Oil City, Penn. 
Y. M. C. A., Oil City, Penn. 

I copy from my diary the following : " When I left home for Oil 
City I had twelve books, six addressed, six I gave and ad- 




dressed when given at Oil City, one to Mrs. W. F. Oldham, 

the two named above, one presented where I boarded, Mr. 

and Mrs. Orr, one to M. E. S. S. Library, Trinity Church, one 

for S. S. L. at Franklin." 


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Eev. I. G. Pollard, Earns, Penn. 


19, 1890 

James Foster, Franklin, Penn. 


19, 1890 

M. E. S. S., Grove Hill, Penn. 


19, 1890 

A. Ross, Saegertown, Penn. 


19, 1890 

R. W. Satterlee, Meadville, Penn. 


19, 1890 

T. 1). Collins, Nebraska, Penn. 


19, 1890 

John Riddle, Meadville, Penn. 


19, 1890 

D. B. Hotchkin, Meadville, Penn. 


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James Brown, Meadville. Penn. 


19, 1890 

Charles Arndold, Meadville, Penn. 


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William Cromwell, Chicago, 111. 


19, 1890 

Sarah Brooks, Chicago, 111. 


20, 1890 

Two copies given to a friend for S. S, Libraries. 


20, 1890 

Two copies sent to Millerton, Perm., to Homer C. Waid, for S. S. 


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Frank A. Tyler, Monroe, 111. 


20, 1890 

S. D. Tyler, Monroe, 111. 


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Mrs. Horace Tyler, Monroe, 111. 


20, 1890 

M. E. S. S. Library, Kouseville, Perm. 


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Amariah Wheelock, Townville, Penn. 


23, 1890 

James Fergnrson, Alliance, Ohio. 


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William Fergnrson, Meadville, Penn. 


23, 1890 

M. E. S. S. L., Kerrtown, Perm. 


23, 1890 

Alexander Gilbert, Meadville, Penn. 


23, 1890 

M. E. S. S., Vernon Chapel, Perrrr. 


23, 1890 

Kate Simmons, Brrsti, N. Y. 


23, 1890 

Christopher Hellyer. East Branch, Penn. 


23, 1890 

Isaac Teasdale, East Branch, Perm. 


24, 1890 

Public Library, Urrion City, Penn. 

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Jennie Pierce', Jamestown, N. Y. 


25, 1890 

Prendergast Public Library, Jamestown, N. Y.* 


25, 1890. 

One to a stranger. 


29, 1890 

Lulu Mook, Saegertown, Penn. 


29, 1890 

Arthur Floyd, Bradford, Penn. 


29, 1890 

John Hites, Meadville. Perm. 


29, 1890 

D. C. Tyler. M. I)., Clifton, Kas. 


29, 1890 

F. P. Tyler. M. I)., Clifton, Kas. 


29, 1890 * 

Albert W. Tyler. Norwood. Kas. 


29, 1890 

William Davidson, Blooming Valley, Penn. 


6, 1890 . 

Rev. A. R. Smith, Oil City, Penn. 


6, 1890 

Aunt Alvira Jackson, Beloit, Wis. 


6, 1890 

Aunt Elizabeth Sextorr, Monroe, 111. 


14, 1890 

Louis J. Rogers, Beloit, Wis. 

In < >ctober 1 gave eighteen copies, six to each of my three sons, 
to distribute. My wife also distributed some; the addresses or 

all are not given, and since my return home from the West, 

January 1, 1891, I have distributed as follows: 


8, 1891 

E. R. Wilson, Meadville, Penn. 


10, 1891 

Lyman Davidson, Titusville, Penn. 


15, 1891 

Christena Flickner, Meadville, Penn. 


15, 1891 

James Burns, Meadville, Penn. 


15, 1891 

W. A. Wolcott. Savanna, 111. 


15, 1891 

Mrs. Thomas Brown, Lake City, Minn. 


15, 1891 

C. B. Brown, Selirra, Dak. 


15, 1891 

Cena Rodgers, Lake City, Minn. 


15, 1891 

Mathias Dilly, Lake City, Minn. 


15, 1891 

Zachariah Dickson, Lake City, Minn. 


15, 1891 

Mrs. H. M. Reed, Lake City, Minn. 


15, 1891 

J. F. Cunningham, Ionia, Iowa. 


15, 1891 

William Franklin. Winona, Minn. 


15, 1891 

W. H. Botsford, New Albin,Iowa. 

* I recently visited this fine institution, the building and grounds covering 
one square, and I read the inscription— " James Prendergast Free Library. 
Erected 1889.'' 




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D. S. Ploof, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
O. B. Cravens, Randolph, N. Y. 

J. N.Gray, Buffalo, N.Y. 

E. M. Gray, Hornersville, N. Y. 
Mary Humes, Knap]) Creek, N. Y. 
Delia Thurston, Corry. Penn. 

William McCullough, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
George H. Miller, St. Charles, Minn. 
Willarcl Weeks, St. Charles, Minn. 

F. A. Howard, Sibley, Iowa. 

L. A. Cutshall, Sioux Falls. So. Dak. 

N. E. L. Chambers, Fort Atkinson, Wis. 

J. H. Chapman, Rochester, Minn. 

To a friend, Minneapolis, Minn. 

Emma Brown, Coehranton, Penn. 

Floyd Fleming. Coehranton, Penn. 

John Weller, Meadville, Penn. 

William Adams, Meadville, Penn. 

D. L. Kinney, Marion. Minn. 

A. Holsburg, iNorwood, Kas. 

John Slaveh, Norwood. Kas. 

John Cavinee, Beagle. Kas. 

Arvilla Ewing, Coehranton, Penn. 

Alexander Kightlinger. Black Ash, Penn. 

David McCasland Adams, Salem, Kas. 

Warren Francis Peters, Sycamore, 111. 

Elias C. West. Sycamore, 'ill. 

Louise West, Sycamore, 111. 

Edwin Baldwin. Edinboro, Penn. 

Cornelius Benson, Laclede, Mo. 

Rev. I. P. Darling, Randolph, N. Y. 

Augustus Drake'r, Monroe. 111. 

Ansil Baldwin, Sprague, Wash. 

Charles H. Jones, Brookfield, Mo. 

Ex-Gov. A. R, McGill, St. Anthony Park, Minn. 

C. C. Minton, Ottawa, Kas. 

Joseph Marsh, Ottawa, Kas. 

J. Nelson Henry, Galva, 111. 

Mr. and Mrs. John Roudebush, Blooming Valley, Penn. 

en Wedding). 
A. G. Johnson, Long Stand, Penn. 
Ella Clark, Williamsport, Penn. 
Leander Blackmail. Rockford, 111. 
Cris. C.Tyler, Galesburg. 111. 


13, 1891 I Horace R. Bennedick. Galesburg, 111. 

13, 1891 ; Seward Summers. Monroe. 111. 

13, 1891 ; Mrs. Elenor Kelsey. Evanston, 111. 

13, 1891 i Dr. E. J. Johnson, Rockford, 111. 

13, 1891 H. Sherman, Ottawa, Kas. 

13, 1891 Riley Sweet, Monroe, 111. 

13, 1891 George Blackman, Alexandria, So. Dak. 

13, 1891 Willie Washburn, Milwaukee, Wis. 

19, 1891 : Hattie Howard, Jamestown, N. Y. 

25, 1891 Fletcher Ellsworth, Jamestown, N. Y. 


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Samuel Ogden, Glean, N. Y. 

Parker Miller, Krewsburgh, N. Y. 

J. Stratten, Olpe, Kas. 

Helen Gibson, Evanston, 111. 

Lewis Love, Sycamore, 111. 

D. A. Sphon. Sycamore, 111. 

James Walker, Sycamore, III. 

Copy given to stranger. 

Mrs'. Samuel Barrett, Meadville, Penn. 

Addie Boap, Monroe. 111. 

Y. M. C. A., Galesburg. 111. 

Names of persons uiven copies 
intended as rewards for faithful attendance: Fred Galey, 
Ina Reynolds. Rachel Hampson, Lizzie Galey, Walter Hamp- 

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son, Grace Bradshaw, Letitia Bradshaw, Mable Burns and 

Clarence E. Judd. 
William Armstrong, Way land, Penn. 
George Bradshaw, Washington, D. C. 
Lysander Wheeler. Sycamore, III. 
Catharine Luper. New Castle, Penn. 
T. A. Duneka, World editorial rooms, New York City. 
M. F. Eiley, 91 South Edwards Hall, New York City. 
J. J. McCanlis, G Wall street, Princeton, N. J. 
Thomas S. Hasky, Albany, N. Y. 
Charles H. Pennypacker, West Chester, Penn. 
Charles Dens, 30 Ninth Avenue, New York City. 
William Kelby, 170 Second Avenue, New York City, for the New 

York Historical Society. 
Mr. and Mrs. Laban Smith, Blooming Valley, Penn. (Golden 

Daniel S. Keep, Ellendale, No. Dak. 
Jackson Braymer, Maquoketa, Iowa. 
George Wilson, Blooming Valley, Penn. 
Hon. Samuel B. Griffith, Mercer, Penn. 
Hon. S. S. Menard, Mercer, Penn. 
Rev. Isaac E. Ketler (Pres. Grove City College), Grove City, 


C. B. Colgan, Addison, N. Y. 
P. N. Edwards, Sterling, 111. 
James Walker, Sycamore, 111. 
H. H. Hatch, Nashville, Tenn. 
George E. Foster, box 822, Ithaca, N. Y. 
F. O. Boswell, Montesano, Wash. 

J. T. Waid, M. D., Ridgway, Penn. 
Theron D. Davis, Ithaca. N. Y. 

D. L. Moody, Northneld, Mass. 

Willard F. Mallalien (Bishop of M. E. Church), 1428 St. Charles 
Avenue, New Orleans. 

Mertie M. and Albert E. Sherman, Jamestown. N.Y. ; my wedd- 
ing gift Souvenir, along with a Bible. 

My gift at wedding of Lena M. and Frank C.Simmons, Busti, 
N.Y. -Bible and Souvenir. 

[ N.B.— Some copies have been given to libraries and individuals without re- 
-ceiving their addresses.! 


To facilitate reference to the many letters and testi- 
monials I have received, or extracts therefrom, I have 
arranged them in the following alphabetical order : 

Joseph McCasland Adams writes from Lebanon, Kas., as follows: 
" I have the pleasure of writing- you to inform you of the receipt of 
your book. I am the son of David* McCasland Adams, to whom you sent 
your welcome Souvenir. My father did not live to see the book, as he 
■died January 16, 1891, from a stroke of paralysis. He was fifty-five 
years, ten months and twenty-six days old, and was born in Saeger- 
town, Crawford County, Penn., February 22, 1835; was married in Cass 
County, Neb., in 1861. In 1874 he moved to Smith County, Kas., and 
settled in White Rock Township, where he lived till his death. He 
leaves a widow and two childreu. Mother's name is Elizabeth Adams; 
my sister is Frances Adams. Father's oldest sister, Elizabeth Adams, 


is living with mother. As you requested father to send the names of 
any friends he might think of who would want your book, let me take 
the liberty to say I would like one; my sister wants one. We are mar- 
ried and have families. There have been four deaths since we moved 
to this State, first my sister's child; then father's brother Charles 
Adams, in 1890 ; then I lost a son in 1891. They are at rest in the 
Salem Cemetery, two-and-a-half miles from where we live. Father's 
brother, Fred, wants a book. Emily Buchanan wishes one if money 
would buy it. She wants to know what they are worth."* 

From E. R. Allen, Meadville, Penn.: "Please accept my sincere 
thanks for the copy of your Souvenir. It is a splendid book, and I 
take great pleasure in reading it; also regard it as a keepsake from a 
true friend. It is a work of merit, and a credit to the author." 

Mrs. Lucia E. Allen, of Applegate, Campbell Co., Dakota, writes: 
" I thank you a thousand times for your nice book you sent me. I take 
a great deal of comfort in reading it, as it seems just like revisiting 
our old home in Pennsylvania." 

From Cousin F. A. Allen, of Athens, Penn., comes the following : 
" Your letter came to hand some days since, and with it your Second 
Souvenir, truly a surprise, as it was not expected. Many thanks for so 
valuable a present." 

Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Atkinson, of Emporia, Kas., kindly write the 
following: "Please accept our best thanks for your highly valued 
°;ift — the Souvenir.'''' 

From Edwin Baldwin, Edinboro, Penn.: " I received your Souve- 
nir, for which accept my sincere thanks. I have taken great pleas- 
ure in reading it. It is a review of the past, better than a visit from a 
friend, as it remaineth with us to recall many things we may have for- 


Professor Samuel P.Bates, of Meadville, writes as follows: "I 
have received a copy of your beautifully published Second Souvenir^ 
which you were kind enough to send me. Be pleased to accept my 
thanks. In looking through its pages many events are brought to 
mind in which you and I have been actors, and I am vividly reminded 
how humble my own part has been compared with what it might have 
been. Permit me to express my gratification in reviewing with you the 
past, and to congratulate you on your having accomplished so much." 

From Cornelius and Vallie Benson, of Laclede, Mo., comes the 
following: "Please accept our thanks for the Souvenir you so kindly 
sent us. We highly appreciate your kindness, though we may be weak 
in expressing our thanks." 

*I have already had occasion to say that I have frequently been asked to sell 
copies of my Souvenir, but I invariably refuse. I accept friendship, which to 
me is a treasure far better than pay, and something we all can give.— F. 0. \Vaid_ 


From George W. Blackmail, Alexandria, Dak. : " I received your 
Souvenir in due time, for which accept my thanks. It is very inter- 
esting, and I shall take pleasure in reading it." 

F. P. Boswell writes the following from Montesano, Wash.: " I 
received the book you sent me, and allow me to thank you kindly for 
it. I shall keep and hold it dear, and spend many a lonely hour read- 
ing it. It brings back to my mind the thought of old Pennsylvania, 
where my mother and brother and sisters live. I am alone here." 

Mrs. Katie Boyles, of Blooming Valley, Penn., says: "The beauti- 
ful present — a book containing the life of yourself and your devoted 
wife — has been welcomely received. I am sure both deserve great 
credit, as it is a book elegantly gotten up, and one that will be prized 
highly by all who read it. I am wonderfully delighted with it, so 
please accept my sincere thanks." 

From George Bradshaw, of Washington, D. C, come more en- 
couraging words: "I thank you for sending me a copy of your 
Second Souvenir. I have not been in Crawford County for so long that 
I did not know but what my friends had forgotten me; but 1 find your 
memory is not short. The book is one that ought to be appreciated 
by your friends. Very few persons could, and still fewer icon Id go to 
the trouble and expense you must have gone to in preparing and pub- 
lishino- such a fine book for their friends." 

Acknowledgments from Charles Breed will be found in letter 
from his daughter, Mrs. W. M. Hubbell, of Union City, Penn. 

My niece, Julia Breunesholt, of Corry, Penn., in an interesting let- 
ter says, among other things: " I went down to mother's [at East 
Branch, Warren County, Penn.] last Friday, and found that you had left 
one of your Souvenirs for me, for which please accept my thanks. It 
is very interesting for us to read, and my husband, as well as myself, 
enjoys it very much. I had never had a full account of Aunt Eliza's 
death until I read it in your book, in fact I turned to and read that the 
first th ing." 

From Mrs. Sarah J. Brooks, of Evanston Avenue, Chicago: " The 
Souvenir you sent me has been received, and would have been 
acknowledged much sooner had I been at home when it came, but Mr. 
Brooks and myself were both at Lake St. Claire at the time. I take 
this first opportunity, after reaching home, to thank you from my heart 
for the book. It is to me like a visit from a dear friend at home, after 
an absence of twenty-seven years. I read and reread it with the great- 
est pleasure, and seem to live over again, in imagination, a part of my 
younger life, both sad and happy. The names mentioned in the Sou- 
venir are nearly all familiar to me, and many of their owners were in- 
timate friends of mine. It brings to me many pleasant memories of 
the past. I well remember attending revival meetings at the old State 
Road Church, when a child, with my mother. I very much enjoy 
looking at the view of that church in your book, as well as the famil- 


lar faces of your family and the home residences. There are no peo- 
ple in Blooming Valley or on State Road whose faces I remember bet- 
ter than 3 r our own and that of your first wife. I am happy to know 
that you found so nice a wife in your second choice. I can see by her 
picture that she is lovely and good." 

Mrs. Angeline Brown writes the following from Titusville, Penn. : 
" I thank you for remembering me so kindly by sending me a copy of 
your Second Souvenir. It is pleasant to read about so many- friends I 
knew and places I used to go to, bringing up incidents and scenes that 
I had forgotten almost. I shall always prize the book." 

My cousins, Cyrus and Martha Brown, w T rite from Sanford, Penn. : 
" It is some time since you and your brother, George, made us a very 
welcome but much too short visit, bringing us your Second Souvenir. 
We have read it, and found many things which interest us very much; 
we think there is a great deal of good advice in it, and hope it may do 
much good. Many thanks." 

Mrs. A. T. Brown, of Cochranton, Penn., writes for herself and 
husband a cheering letter: "Please accept our sincere thanks for 
your Souvenir, which we have received. It was a great surprise to us, 
and we could have appreciated nothing better than that. It will be 
a precious keepsake to us, and especially to myself, as I am accpiainted 
with a great many of whom it speaks, some of them quite intimately. 
As I look over its pages it recalls to my memory much that reminds 
me of my school days at Blooming Valley, which were amongst the 
happiest days of my life. Your Souvenir will certainly do a great 
amount of good in the world, for it is so interesting one can not help 
but read it through, and, reading it, one can not help being greatly 
impressed by it, for it is so full of good advice and sound doctrine. 
The portraits of you and your first wife are perfect. It seems to me 
that I can see her now, for I used to think when I saw her, wdien I 
was a little girl, that she w T as the most lovely woman I ever met. 
That pleasant countenance I shall never forget. May you live many 
years yet to still continue in your good work; and at last, when you 
are called to receive your reward, may you have given you a crown 
with many stars." 

H. Adelaide Bryant, an old pupil of mine, whites from N. Am- 
herst the following: "I wish to thank you for the copy of the 
Souvenir I was so fortunate as to receive a short time ago. Words can 
hardly express the pleasure I have derived in reading it, and looking 
at the familiar places and faces. It leads me back to my happy girl- 
hood days: First as a pupil attending school at the old Cowen school- 
house, yourself the honored teacher, and later w T hen I w r as the teacher 
' boarding around ' and was welcomed by ' Uncle Ira and Aunt Betsy,' 
and you and your dear wife. That 'there is no friend like an old 
friend ' I am more and more convinced every clay." 

From Ellery A. Burch, of Lyona, Peun. : " Your token of friend- 
ship, in the shape of your Second Sovvenir, has been received, and I 
w r ould say in reply, that words can not express my gratitude to you for 


this grand token of remembrance. May the grand instructions and 
advice therein contained do the good the author has intended it 
should to all who may have the pleasure of perusing its pages." 

George Burdett writes as follows from Lenoir's, Tenn.: "Your 
favor of August 29 received with the Souvenir, which I think is one 
of the most complete and exhaustive works of the kind I have had 
the pleasure of perusing." 

From my cousin, N. E. L. Chambers, Fort Atkinson, AYis.: 
"Dear Cousin and Friend of long ago: — It is with pleasure I sit 
•down to acknowledge the receipt of the Souvenir you so kindly sent 
me. It came as a great surprise and greater pleasure. Pardon the 
seeming negligence in not writing sooner. I first began to read, and then, 
I must admit, could not take time to write until I had finished the read- 
ing of your book. I was once more revisiting old familiar scenes, old and 
valued friends and kindred, going with you to the graves of kindred, 
schoolmates and acquaintances, but let me say right here — sad pleas- 
ure; I think that expresses what I would say: It is like long and 
anxiously looked-for letters from home that have wandered away for a 
long time, and finally reached their destination, after many days' wait- 
ing, doubly dear for the news they bring. AVith the greater number 
spoken of in the Souvenir I was once well acquainted, my old home, 
as you know, was two and one-half miles east of Meadville south of 
State Road. So the relatives and friends all through that part of the 
county were well known to me. Then after my mother married Mr. 
James Smith I was with her at her home near Blooming Valley; was 
one of your pupils when you taught school in the C'owen schoolhouse 
at the foot of the hill, below the graveyard. I think that was the winter 
before Frank (your' twin brother) died. How well I remember his 
happy disposition, always pleasant. Then, as a little girl, how well I re- 
member the many acts of kindness rendered my father during his long 
sickness with consumption, from your father and grandfather, Uncle 
Pember AVaid! Nor did they forget my mother in her widowed sor- 
row and poverty, yes poverty, for it was a hard struggle for mother to 
keep the wolf from the door. AVe had only a little rocky farm of 
fifty-two acres, nearly all timber and rocks, with no one to work it, for 
my brother Sam [afterward judge of the District Court, Dodge County, 
Minn.] was only fourteen years old when father died, and he was 
never robust or healthy, good as a student only; and George was only 
three years old, and we girls for help; no, there is not one act of kind- 
ness I do not remember with gratitude. As regards our early life I 
am very briefly reminded of these lines, especially since reading the 

' Friends of my youth, 
Ye are passing away! 
Scenes that I loved, 
Ye are mold'ruig to clay.' 

"I learn for the first time of Eliza's death, and I think: 'One more 
gone, one less here,' but one more over there, just a little in advance. 
How little I thought when I stopped for a brief moment at your gate 
in August, f884, there talked with you and Eliza, that she would cross 
•over in advance of me ! But I am writing a long letter and must 


hasten. Pemelia gave me the engravings of your father and mother,, 
also the family group. I can not tell as to the boys, but I think the 
others are most excellent likenesses, especially your father's. Let me 
thank you for them, and also for your kindness in remembering me. 
It is my earnest wish that your remaining years may glide on as 
peacefully and profitably as those already gone, though probably they 
will not be as many more, as we are drifting down the hill of time v 
and you are only two years in advance of me as years count. And 
ere long there will be a reunion of kindred families and friends on 
the other side of the ' evergreen shore.' " 

From J. H. Childs, Riceville, Penn.: "It is with pleasure I ac- 
knowledge receipt of your beautiful book. Please receive my heart- 
felt thanks. I consider it better than gold, for it is a gift to be remem- 
bered — it speaks of the Master's cause. I wish you and yours all the 
happiness that this world can give, and an abundant entrance into the 
bright world above." 

From Mr. Clancy, of Kent, Ohio, comes the following: "I have 
received to-day, at the hands of Mother Buel, the Second Souvenir 
which you had* the kindness to send me. I find therein that which is 
instructive and interesting from the past, and a fund of advice that can 
but be of value in the future. If all men, who have the ability and 
means, would do as much for their time and age as you have done, 
they could truly say they had not lived in vain. For your esteemed 
gift I tender you my sincere and heart}' thanks, and I assure you that 
nothing could have given me more real pleasure than your valuable 


From C. W. Clark, secretary of Pine Valley (Penn.) Sabbath-school:. 
" Received the book sent me by you. At our yesterday's S. S. session 
I presented it to the school in your behalf. The school tendered you 
a vote of thanks for the same, showing that they appreciate your hard 

work and high motives for doing good 

Mrs. Ella Clark writes in part as follows, from Erie, Penn.: " I re- 
ceived your Souvenir, which Avas forwarded to me from Williamsport, 
and hasten to reply. I am glad you have not forgotten me, and that I 
still hold a place in your esteem. Your interesting book will be a 
precious keepsake to us, and especially to me, as I have been acquainted 
with nearly every one mentioned in the book. It will be a treasure of 
great value, for it brings back the scenes of my childhood, and I can 
not help but feel sad when I think of the many friends ' gone before,'' 
and of my dear father's death ; but he has gone to reap the reward 
laid up for those that love Him. In his life you were his trusted 
friend and counselor, in adversity as well as in prosperity, and I feel we 
can never repay you for your kindness, to us wheu we really needed a 
friend; but I trust you will receive your reward in Heaven." 

From E. Clark, Wayland, Penn. : " Please accept my hearty thanks 
for the beautiful copy of your Souvenir which you sent me." It is a 
gift I appreciate highly, and I take great pleasure in perusing it. It 
is an admirable work." 


From Percy J. Clark, secretary of Wayland (Perm.) Sabbath-school: 
'•' I am authorized by the Wayland Baptist S. S. to offer you their 
hearty thanks for the* very kind gift of your Souvenir. It is a valuable 
and exceedingly interesting work, and an ornament to any library. It 
will be perused with interest and admiration by all." 

Principal Frank A. Collins, of Jamestown, (N.Y.) Seminary, writes 
as follows: "Please accept my sincere thanks for the beautiful volume 
{Second Souvenir) of which you are the author. It has the honor of 
being among the first of our books. I was especially impressed with 
the spirit you manifested as a teacher in your manhood, and rejoice 
that some men retain that love for fellow r beings which is such a 
source of pleasure and blessing to all. What a blessing it would be 
if more men could know the good they might do with their money ! " 

S. A. Comstock, of Essex, Conn., writes: "It gives me much 
pleasure to acknowledge your kind gift of a copy of your Second 
Souvenir, and to think that among your many friends and acquaint- 
ances we hold a place and are not forgotten. Accept my hearty thanks 
for the same." 

Cousin Charles E. Corby writes from Elmira, N. Y.: "I received 
the book you sent me, and wish to express the thanks of myself and 
wife for the gift. We both prize it very highly, and shall always 
think of the giver with feelings of kindness and gratitude." 

From a lengthy and interesting letter from Mr. and Mrs. O. B. 
Cravens, of Randolph, N. Y., I cull the following: " Many thanks for 
the gift of your good book. Your advice to young men could not be 
better; it is right to the point, and is superior to many long orations 
delivered from the pulpit — they contain plain every-day facts, which 
we must all heed if we would prosper in this world. If people would 
only live up to these teachings there would be no need of lawyers, 
no need of court-houses and jails; and what a blessing it w T ould be if 
the youth would profit by the advice given! You talk about 'Thrift 
and Economy,' the lasting foundation of all fortunes. Without econ- 
omy all will end in poverty and disgrace, as you say. I think many 
will be helped by your advice, coming as it does from years of experi- 
ence of a man who has been successful and has done much good. I 
shall alwavs remember you as the unassuming model man of your 
county, and I think your book will do much good, and your teaching 
will be remembered long after we are gone." 

From J. H. Culbertson, of Meadville, Penn. : " Your Second Souve- 
nir was duly received. I have had but little opportunity to examine 
it except in a casual way, but it furnishes a synopsis of the history of 
many of my old Blooming Valley friends that will be very interesting 
to me. That you should have so kindly remembered me as one of 
your friends, in the distribution of your book, is especially gratifying 
to me, and I shall keep it and read it in kindly remembrance of the 


William Cunningham, of Boston, Ohio, writes: "We desire to 
thank you for your very interesting book. Your sketches of our old 
friends and neighbors have afforded us many pleasant evenings in the 
reading of them." 

J. Cutshall writes most feelingly and kindly from Hay field, Penn. : 
" I received a very nice book from you some'time as;o,*and I do not 
know what I have done to deserve such a valuable present. Please 
accept many thanks for same. Now, Francis, if I never get an oppor- 
tunity to do as much for you, perhaps I can for someone else. I will 
keep this book in memory of you so long as I live, and then hand it to 
my children in memory of you." 

From W. W. Cutshall, Pine Island, Minn.: "It was with great 
pleasure I received your Souvenir, it brings back so vividly a great 
many incidents of the past, and reminds one of friends and acquaint- 

Rev. Ira D. Darling writes from Randolph, N. Y.: "Your Souve- 
nir was received two or three days ago. I was much pleased to get 
it, and have given it a pretty thorough perusal. It must have been 
quite an undertaking, for one so busy "in other affairs, to dip so deeply 
into literature. You have brought out a very nice appearing book of 
which you may well feel just a little bit proud. Your treatise on 
money deserves to be widelv read: vour advice to the youno- is ex- 

Wesley Davison writes from Union City, Penn.: "I have the 
pleasure of possessing a copy of your Souvenir, and as I peruse its 
pages it brings back days and years of happv retrospect, with the 
memory of loved friends gone over the river, who are waiting to greet 
us on the other shore. As we have known each other from boyhood, 
I shall hold the Souvenir in high esteem for its good savings; and the 
more so because you and your dear wife met with us so many'times in 
church, where, together, we heard the word of God, and felt its sav- 
ing influence upon us to our own good and to the good of others." 

My cousin, Mrs. Clara M. Devenpeck, writes as follows from 
Columbus, Ohio: "Your interesting letter and valuable book, which 
we prize highly and have read with great pleasure, were received in 
due time, and my husband unites with me in sending many thanks." 

From G. Dewey, of Blooming Valley, I heard as follows : " I am 
in receipt of your recent publication entitled Second Souvenir, for 
which please accept the thanks of my family and mvself. I have not 
yet had time to give it the careful reading that, judging from the flat- 
tering reports that have already come in, it deserves; but at such time 
as I shall have occasion to refer to the history of the early settlers of 
this part of Crawford County, I have no doubt but that I will be able 
to obtain valuable and authentic information therefrom." 

My old friend, Mr. S. B. Dickson, of St. Charles, Minn., writes a 


long, interesting letter, from which I give a brief extract: " I received 
your Second Souvenir, for which I am very thankful — words fail me to 
express my appreciation. Your twin brother, Franklin, was my par- 
ticular friend, and I think I never had a better schoolmate." 

The following comes from Joshua Douglass, Meadville, Penn.: " I 
gratefully acknowledge receipt of the beautiful volume, your Second 
Souvenir, and I shall peruse the same with the deepest interest. Your 
widely extended reputation as a wealthy and generous citizen, and 
exemplary Christian gentleman, will lend great interest to this beauti 
ful book, and enlighten, strengthen and encourage many in the path- 
ways of a true life." 

Mrs. J. D. Dunn, of Meadville, writes : " I am very glad to have 
been favored with a copy of your Souvenir, for which please accept 
my thanks. I have enjoyed reading it very much, doubly so on account 
of the sketches it contains of so many of my acquaintances. It is very 
interesting to me indeed." 

From my cousins, Robert A. arid Mary Fergerson, Vernon Town- 
ship, Crawford County, Penn. : " We have thought in this letter to 
acknowledge receipt of both of your Souvenirs, which we have delayed 
doing until the present time. These books are very much appreciated, 
and are of value to us. We know you have spent time and money to 
accomplish the w r ork and place the Souvenirs in the hands of your 
kindred and friends. Not only as a token of remembrance or as a 
keepsake do we appreciate them, but we realize that all who read and 
study them will profit by so doing. The contents are the results of 
practical experience, the pen who wrote them being in the hand of a 
man who commenced life at the lowest rung of the ladder, and who by 
perseverance and strictly honest business dealings with his fellow-men,, 
is so situated in life as to enjoy some of the fruits of his labor, and 
share a portion of them with his fellow-men, by remembering the 
Golden Rule to set good examples, which both old and young would do 
well to follow. These books are ever interesting and useful to us, and 
we never tire of reading them. The several dates therein given are so 
accurate and useful to all friends and relatives, we would not part 
with our Souvenirs at any price, indeed, no money could buy them." 

James G. Fleming writes from Cochranton, Penn. : " The book 
sent by you to our little boy, Floyd, came to hand yesterday. He lias 
been looking for it by every train since Monday morning, and I have 
never seen him so much pleased with anything as with this book. We 
let him open it himself, and when he turned the leaves to your picture, 
he said: 'That is Mr. Waid.' We are thankful to you, Brother Waid, 
for this beautiful and useful book, and for the good advice contained 
in it. My boys are interested in reading it, and I know it will be 
profitable to them. This book will ever be kept in our home in mem- 
ory of you, and of the day we dedicated our church to God, and my 
prayer is that you may live long and be prospered in your way of liv- 
ing a devoted Christian life." 

From Elijah Flint, of New Richmond, Crawford Co., Penn. 


comes the following: "When my wife and. I returned from a visit, 
we found a copy of your Second Souvenir lying on our table, and were 
very happy to receive it. It is a splendid work, and I have read it 
with pleasure and profit. It should benefit all who read it, so full is 
it of valuable suggestions, etc. May you live long to bless humanity." 

George E. Foster writes from Ithaca, N. Y.: " Some clays ago I 
was in receipt of your unique volume — Second Souvenir. It was with 
pleasure that I at once mailed to you my work ' Se-qua-yah, the Amer- 
ican Cadmus and Modern Moses,' which I trust you have received. It 
is needless to say that I have read your book with the greatest pleas- 
ure, and I have been greatly entertained, and I hope benefited. I 
commend you for your public spirit in printing and circulating the 
book, and I trust that you will be rewarded for this way of doing good. 
The book contains many experiences of every-day life, such as one 
likes to read of. While some may be at first thought trivial, I am not 
unmindful that the great whole is made up of small things — and so 
your book is of interest. I was pleased to read quite a portion of it 
aloud to my family, have shown it to a number of my friends, and 
have given it a place of honor in my large library." 

From William Franklin, Winona, Minn. : " I write you to ac- 
knowledge receipt of your two gifts — Second Souvenir and Pennsyl- 
vania Farmer. Many thanks. Words fail to express all my gratitude 
for being so kindly remembered by an old schoolmate and friend. I 
am not only pleased, but delighted, as I am reminded of scenes I had for- 
gotten, and your book puts me in mind of the days I spent in Craw- 
ford County." 

Milton George, editor and proprietor of the Western Rural and Amer- 
ican Stockman, Chicago, 111., writes me, enclosing a copy of view of the 
School of Agriculture and Manual Training for Boys, on " Rural Glen 
Farm " of 300 acres, worth $100,000, donated by himself. It is about 
twenty-five miles distant from Chicago, and when visited by Prof. 
David Swing, in May, 1891, 160 boys were out on this farm. Mr. George 
says, in his letter: "Your kind favor was duly received, and I write 
to thank you for the same. I remember the visit of Mr. Tyler and his 
family last fall. Shall be pleased to have you call at any time. Will 
see that your name gets on our list for the ensuing year. When one 
does what he can in this world for humanity, whether much or little, 
he is entitled to as much credit as those who do more." 

Cousin Temperance Gibbs writes the following from Tremont, 
111.: " I want to inform you that I am so well pleased with your book 
that I shall always treasure it next to my Bible, and as a present from 
my noble kind cousin who is laying up treasures in Heaven by doing 
so much good to friends and humanity. I hope every one who re- 
ceives a copy of your Souvenir will read it with as much interest as I 
do, and may it be a benefit to all, as I believe it is intended. Francis, 
I can not express my gratitude to you for your worthy Souvenir. I 
shall endeavor to profit by it. 

Mrs. Ella Gibson, of Evanston, 111., writes the following: " Please 


accept the sincere thanks of myself and husband for„copy of the Second 
Souvenir yon sent us. We take great pleasure in reading it, and con- 
sider it a book of rare value. We also enjoy reading it to our little 
boy, Harry, who never tires of hearing us read; at his young age he is 
greatly interested in your advice to young men, and says he wants to 
do just as you advise young men to do. We hope you will pay us a 
visit when you make your next trip West, also that you will bring 
cousin Anna back with you. Love to Anna and kind regards to 

S. P. Gilmore writes as follows from Taylorstown, Penn.: 
" Friends at home write me that they had received your Second Sou- 
venir, which, like your First Souvenir, arrived during my absence from 
home, this being the reason why I did not acknowledge receipt sooner. 
It is with pleasure I now make amends for my seeming indifference. 
The Souvenirs are treasures I prize highly, especially coming as they 
do from a former schoolmate and teacher, and you have my sincere 

From my cousin, C. L. Goodwill, Franklin : " It was a pleasure to 
receive your welcome letter and the three Souvenirs after your visit 
here, which we will not forget. I presented one copy of the books to 
James Foster, and I wish you could have seen how glad he was when 
1 handed it to him, and told him it was from you, who had attended 
the Foster re-union held at the church on Bull's Hill. He said to me, 
' Thank Mr. Waid heartily for me when you write him.' Another 
copy of the Souvenir I gave to William Richey, a worthy neighbor of 
mine, who appreciated it very much. I can not tell you how much we 
prize your gift; the Souvenir is indeed a keepsake." 

From Mrs. P. A. Gray, of Pittsburgh, Penn., I received the follow- 
ing: "I take this opportunity to let you know I received the book 
you sent me, for which I feel very thankful, and for your thinking of 
me in my far distant home. My mind often goes back to the old 
home, and dear friends and neighbors, and good meetings that we 
have enjoyed together. I am still striving to so live that I may meet 
the dear ones who have passed on before, and all Christian friends. I 
shall read and re-read the Souvenir with pleasure, for it will bring to 
my mind many things that I may have forgotten." 

From Ira P. Hall, of Randolph, Penn., I received a very cheering 
and welcome letter of acknowledgment. My friendship and acquaint- 
ance with him began in my boyhood, wdien he taught writing school 
and I was one of his scholars. I have some of his copies yet, and have 
ever since been learning something from him. Mr. Hall in part and 
in substance says in his letter: " Please accept my thanks in behalf of 
Advent Sunday-school for your kind and benevolent gifts you have 
made us at different times, and for this your last gift, your Second Souve- 
nir, in remembrance of one so generous and kind to us. Also please 
accept my thanks for the copy you sent me individually, and maj' your 
life be spared to a good old age, doing good to your fellow-man. I 
must say that you are one in ten thousand — a wonderful man, and have 
produced a wonderful book, full of light and knowledge for the 



present and rising generations. It is a history, also, of Blooming 
Valley and vicinity for forty years and more, on which account I prize 
it very highly as a book of reference." 

My cousin, Anna M. Harmon, Avrites from Lake Eidge, Mich., a 
lona; letter, of which a portion relates to my Second Souvenir : " I re- 
ceived the book you sent me, and I thank you for your kindness in 
remembering me. I assure you I shall prize the Souvenir and appre- 
ciate the kindness yet more when I read it through. Then, it gives a 
sketch of many of my relatives on my father's side that I would never 
know anything about were it not for you and your generous heart." 

E. P. Harroun, of Blooming Valley, Penn., writes: "I received 
the beautiful Second Souvenir, a token of true friendship, for which 
please accept my thanks." 

Ebenezer W. Harroun writes from Guy's Mills, Penn. : " I here- 
by acknowledge receipt of your Second Souvenir per hand of A. J. 
Owen. I have not had time to examine it thoroughly yet, but I am sure 
that if it prove as interesting as your First Souvenir I shall do it ample 
justice. It not only requires talent to write such a book, but also 
means, for I know the expense of publication must be no small affair. 
I appreciate such a gift, and am not only glad, but thankful — very 
thankful — that I was a schoolmate and pupil of F. C. Waid." 

From F. S. Hasky, of Albany, N. Y., I received the following: 
"Your Souvenir to hand, for which I kindly thank you, and shall take 
pleasure in perusing it. The Y. M. C. A. of this city would, I think, 
be pleased to add it to their library." 

I received a grand letter from my old friend, C. C. Hatch, of 
Mound City, Dak., but space here will not permit of more than the 
following extract: "I received your Second Souvenir, for which 
please accept many thanks from myself and family, for all are highly 
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for which I am instructed to return a grateful acknowledgment. — 
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of Eleventh Street, New York City, March 18, 1891." 

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ing things, which will be much more so in years to come to many of 
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ones that have long since been in their tombs, they can turn to this 
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minded that I possess both book and friend, for which I tender manv 

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sat on the low front seat in the school, and was the first to give chase 
when the teacher, Francis C.Waid (after distributing half a bag of apples 
among the bigger boys and girls at Christmas) told us smaller boys to 
catch him for the rest of the apples! Many thanks for the book and 
the good advice contained therein." 

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strong testimony to both your industry and intelligence; and I am glad 
to possess it." 

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Bishop Willard F. Mallalieu, of the Methodist Episcopal Church, 
New Orleans, writes from Montpelier, Vt,, April 22, 1891, as follows: 
"Yours of April 10th to hand, forwarded from New Orleans to this 
place where I am holding the Vermont Conference. I remember with 
great thankfulness the days of blessing spent at Oil City last fall. I 
am glad the grace you then received still cheers your heart. I hope, 
as the years go on, God may still continue to enrich your life with all 
spiritual mercies. I saw a volume of your Souvenir, and read quite a 
number of pages with great interest. I have always had a taste for 
such subjects as are treated of in the book. I shall be pleased to see the 
volume you have sent when I return to New Orleans." 

From H. P. Marley, Meadville, Penn.: "I have just found on the 
desk at the office your Second Souvenir, for which I wish you to accept 
my heartfelt thanks. I have derived much pleasure as well as profit 
from the perusal of your First Souvenir, and have no doubt but I 
shall also from this one. At any rate I am much pleased with its out- 
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From Joseph Marsh, Ottawa, Kas.: ".Please accept my thanks 
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Willis Masiker writes from Lansing, Iowa: "The Souvenir you 
sent me I received with much pleasure, for it reminds me much of 
old Crawford County, home, relatives and friends that are dear to me. 
I enjoy the reading of it so much that I cannot find words to express 
my appreciation; indeed I prize it highly, and I heartily thank you." 

B. J. Matteson, superintendent of Randolph Baptist Sabbath- 
school, writes from Guy's Mills, Penn.: "A unanimous vote was passed 
thanking you for the book you so kindly sent to the Randolph Baptist 

S. Merrell, Meadville, Penn., writes: "I have just received your 
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S. 8. Michael, of Mercer, Penn., writes as follows: "The copy of 
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Please accept my thanks for your courtesy, and my apology for the 
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receipt of your Souvenir of 1890, for which accept my kindest thanks. 
I have read it with pleasure as well as profit to myself and family. It 
brings to my memory scenes of my early days when I with an ox-team 
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when my father, who is now eighty-four years old, sent me to mill 
and to buy groceries. I regret that I was not one of the fortunate 
ones to receive your First Souvenir, however that was a misfortune 
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cept our thanks, as my husband thinks it is a very nice gift. I feel as 
though I were indebted to you for it, you can not imagine the comfort 
we both take in reading it." 

*My respected, aged Aunt Clarinda Morehead.— F. C. Waid. 


Charles H. Pennypacker writes from West Chester, Perm.: 
" Your book is the product of a careful, thoughtful and Christian man. 
In many of its personal details it may be the subject of criticism, but 
modern taste, as evidenced by the Memoirs of General Sherman, and 
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in a rising unanimous vote August 24, for the gift of your Second 
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N. S. Phelps, of Marion. Minn., writes a lengthy and interesting 
letter, from which I give a brief extract: " Having received your Sec- 
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me. The several views presented in the Souvenir are very realistic, 
and of special interest to me is the Old State Road Church, the spot 
most sacred to me of all, where God came down in power to save hun- 
dreds of souls — the place where I consecrated myself to Him, and He 
owned me as His child. You must have bestowed a large amount of 
time and thought upon your Souvenirs, and truly they are interesting 
to me, and must be to all who were acquainted with the people and 
places spoken of." 

T. W. Phelps writes from Chester, as follows : " I received a copy 
of your Second Souvenir and am more than pleased with it, it is worth 
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Mr. and Mrs. V. H. Pierce, of Jamestown, N. Y., say in substance 
as follows: "We thank you for the gift, your Souvenir, which we 
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From D. S. Ploof, Blooming Valley: " With pleasure I thank you 
for the Souvenir I received from you. I have read it through, and 
find it full of benefits for this life and for the life to come. It is a 
book that should be read by old and young in Crawford County, for 
you, the author, are known to every intelligent reader in the county and 
far beyond. In it I find much to remind me of my younger days, es- 
pecially the happy year I spent with your uncle, Joseph Finney, and 
his wife at their home, and the friendships that existed between your 
brother Lyman and myself." 


Rev. H. L. Powers, pastor of Trinity Church, Grand Island, Neb., 
writes very fraternally: " Your kind favor in sending me such an in- 
teresting book of your life I prize very highly. I shall read and re- 
read its pages with delight, and as I do so I will remember yonr ear- 
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From Mr. and Mrs. F. G. Richardson, of Blooming Valley: 
" Please accept our many thanks for the volume you sent us. We find 
it very instructive, and take great pleasure in reading it. Also accept 
through us the Doctor's* thanks for his copy of the Souvenir, which I 
know he and his family appreciate, coming as it does from such a 
friend as you have been to them." 

From Andrew Rider, of Blooming Valley, Penn., comes the fol- 
lowing: "I received your book, and am much pleased with it, for it 
brings back many things to our memory in reading it. 1 will never 
cease to remember the pleasant associations of our past lives, and the 
many kind acts I have received at your hands. I also remember your 
father, Ira C. Waid. I will cherish your gift as coming from a true 
friend. Accept my warmest thanks, and remember me as a constant 

From J. E. Robbins, Mound City, Dak.: "With great pleasure I 
write you to thank you for your kind remembrance in sending your 
Stroud Souvenir, which I highly appreciate. It brings to my memory 
our school days of fifty years ago, when we went to the old Cowen 
school-house; and it seems but yesterday that you taught at Blooming- 
Valley, where I attended my last term at school. How well I remem- 
ber the protracted meeting "held at State Road in 1850-51! I regret I 
did not start then, but I am glad my life has been spared, and that I 
have chosen the good way now. May you keep on in your good work; 
it brings many interesting thoughts of former years to our minds." 

Cena Rodgers, an old schoolmate, writes from Lake City, Minn.: 
" Many thanks to you for the book you sent me. I assure you that 
your kindness will not be forgotten by your friend. Zack's book came 
along with mine, and I am sure he, too, will be much pleased with the 


From L. J. Rogers, Beloit, Wis. : " I received your book yester- 
day, and thank you very much for the kind remembrance. Hope some 
day to return the compliment. I prize it very much, and shall read it 
with pleasure." 

From A. Rushlander, of Blooming Valley: "Please accept my 
thanks for the Souvenir you gave my son for me. I have never yet 

*Dr. G. W. Weter, of Grand Island, Neb. My thanks are due to Mrs. Richard- 
son for taking several copies of my Souvenir to Grand Island, when she went on a 
visit to Dr. Weter (her son-in-law) in September, 1800.— F. C. Waid. 


received any present that has given me more pleasure. I shall read 
every line with interest, the more so on account of being personally 
acquainted with several of those made mention of in the book, many 
of whom were my friends and near neighbors." 

My niece, Sarah E. Russell, writes from Cleveland, Ohio: "It has 
been a" Ions time since I received the book you sent me, and for which 
I express my thanks. I was so pleased with it, not only on account of 
its value, but also for your kindly remembering me. I have read it 
and like it very much, although I had to shed tears many times when 
I came to places where dear Aunt Eliza was spoken of. But your 
description of things vou have seen and places you have visited are 
so vivid and real that I almost imagine I am seeing them myself. 
Lynn [her voung son] has read some of the book lately, and declares 
it' good, and I know that if all the books he reads are as good as that 
one, his mind will never be poisoned with bad literature." 

S. P. Schiek, librarian of the First Baptist Sunday-school of 
Meadville, writes as follows: "It was with pleasure that the First 
Baptist Sunday-school of Meadville received your kind and useful 
gift, which was acknowledged by a vote of thanks by the school last 
Sunday, September 21, 1890." 

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kind note: "Your esteemed favor, the Souvenir, came to hand, and 
after a careful perusal we are free to say that we deem it a very valu- 
able book. The precepts and advice therein contained could not fail, 
if strictlv followed, to result in good to every one. We thank you for 
the kind* remembrance, and as a token of our sincerity extend to your- 
self and Mrs. Waid an invitation to come and see us when you return 
to Kansas."' 

Maria Wygant Sellew writes a feelingly kind letter, in which she 
says in part:* "We received the copy of your Souvenir which you 
kindly presented to us. Allow us to thank you and say that we will 
ever cherish its treasures, which are more valuable than gold or rubies 
—true tokens of friendship in the form of biographical reminiscences 
of relatives and friends we have loved so much, have met so often, 
and enjoyed the societv of, and warm-hearted shaking of hands to- 
gether. 'Your book calls up recollections of things almost forgotten, 
and I live them over again. How pleasant to do so, ^espeeially 
things pertaining to Blooming Valley and its surroundings." 

F. L. and Ella Sexton write from Topeka, Kas.: "We have just 
received your kind and friendly donation (Second Souvenir) for which 
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the book is verv limited at present, but what little we have read makes 
us think of what a wonderful amount of good a man can do for his 
fellow mortals when he is stirred by the Spirit." 

From Mrs. Eleanor L. Skelton, Evausville, 111.: "Accept my 
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From Wilson Smith, Rouseville, Perm.: '"Your letter and book 
came to hand last week. I delivered the book you sent, to the superin- 
tendent of the Sunday-school, and you will likely hear direct from 
him. I have been perusing the one you gave me, and I find it very 
interesting. It contains excellent advice, and 1 am sure it will benefit 
me greatly on my journey through life. I will always remember the 
giver with the kindest of regards." 

Rev. R. C. Smith, pastor of Grace M. E. Church, Oil City, Penn., 
writes in effect as follows: " I am very much pleased to receive your 
Souvenir, which I shall prize very highly. Please accept my sincerest 
thanks. In your book I find so many names of old friends and 
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From D. A. Spohn, of Sycamore, 111.: " Please accept my thanks 
for copy of your Second Souvenir received by me, and, believe me, I 
am more than pleased in reading its contents. The first evening it 
came into our possession, we sat up and read into the small hours of 
the night, and were so much interested we could scarce close the 
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them being Anna, your present wife, who was for a long time a neigh- 
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31 r. and Mrs. Stratton, of Sunny Side Ranch, Olpe, Kas., whom I 
had the pleasure of visiting with my brother-in-law, P. P. Tyler, send 
thanks for copy of Souvenir. 

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Second Souvenir with great pleasure, and highly appreciate your kind- 
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he died when t was small." 

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lowing: "Please accept my thanks for the copy of your Souvenir 
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I here give a small portion of the letter: "1 have taken pen in hand 
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I received the following: "Allow me to thank you for your kindness 
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Penn. : " Please accept thanks for the copy of your Souvenir you left 
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tary: " It is with a great deal of pleasure that we acknowledge receipt 
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The following letter I received from little Harry Cutshall, of 
Guy's Mills, Pa.: u Dear Uncle. I was over to Aunt Minnie's yester- 
day, and she gave me that nice present you left there for me, A 
Bible. Please accept my thanks." 

In addition to the above, very many of my relatives and friends 
have thanked me in person for the Souvenirs. My aunt, Phebe 
Goodwill, who lives with her youngest son at Garland, Warren Count}', 
Penn., thanked me heartily in person for the Souvenir, when I visited 
her in May, 1891; and her words to me were these: "Francis, I don't 
see how you ever found time enough to write two books for nothing, 
and give them away. They cost money." I replied that I used the 
fragments of time, and the money I had earned before I began writ- 
ing the books, and that I wished a keepsake for my friends and 
kindred that, would do good. " Well," said my aunt, " you have got 
it! and I can never be thankful enouo;h for mine." 



" Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, 
Make me a child again, just for to-night! 
Mother, come back from the echoless shore, 
Take me again to your heart as of yore." 

E. A. Allen. 

Among the many things I find near and around me 
in this dear old home of my childhood, where I am now 
writing, that at every turn remind me of my mother, and 
invite me' into retrospective study, is a package of old 
letters written to her by numerous relatives and friends, 
some of them dated as far back as the days of her girl- 
hood. And it seems to me, while I scan these old letters 
over, as if the liquid tears that I shed when my dear 
mother was called to her blessed reward had come ao-ain, 
but transformed to orient pearl, so precious have they 
grown by lapse of time. 

My mother was as careful in preserving things as she 
was diligent in the acquiring of them. How thoughtful 
and frugal she was, for instance, in the gathering, saving 
and storing of herbs, and such things, against a time of 
need! What a supply of them would she carefully lay 
away for the sick, either in her own family or among 
neighbors! And not alone herbs, but also dried fruits 
and many other such necessaries for the sick and infirm, 
did she with Christian hands of benevolence distribute 
among those who were in need of them. How oppor- 
tunely and refreshingly they came to them, and how 
sweet and comforting it is for me, to-day, to remember 
her, and her unselfish life of charitable works, by quietly 
reviewing these old letters lying before me, each one of 
which carries in itself a silent history of the past! I 
know that they are in the hands of a son who appreciates 
them, and can realize their true value and worth. 

My mother, in her lifetime, never ceased to do good 
for her children, although they ofttimes failed to under- 
stand and set proper value on her acts; but I have since, 

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day by day, learned to appreciate the true worth of her 
love and blessings, and I feel that this very hour I am 
reaping some of the fruit of her motherly care and fru- 
gality. Her motto, judging by her daily life, may be 
said to have been, simply, " Never forget economy in 
using what you have." 

' One of these letters I hold in my hand just now. I 
find it was written to her eighty years ago (when she was 
ten years of age) by a friend, Ann Perkins, with Avhom 
she had lived some time in her childhood, and is dated 
"Hartford, Conn., April 14, 1810." This is the oldest 
among these letters, is clearly and plainly written, and 
bears evidence of having been preserved with jealous 
care, as I hope it will be for many years yet to come, 
bringing pleasure to all who may peruse it in the future, 
as it has in the past. 

What I could say, dear reader, about these old letters 
would fill many pages of this volume, for they contain 
much, very much, that is both instructive and interesting 
to me and to those yet in life who knew my mother in 
days gone by. A friend of mine the other day remarked 
to me, in the course of conversation, that we are prone to 
give our fathers credit for their acts, but often fail or 
neglect to appreciate what our mothers may have done 
for us. The joint partners of a good firm have equal 
recognition and credit in the commercial world, and surely 
our parents are deserving of our love, gratitude and ad- 
miration coequally and conjointly. True, our first good 
impressions come from our mothers by natural intuition, 
and as our plastic natures are, year by year, being mold- 
ed for use and service in the grand arena of life, these 
good impressions are clinched into us, so to speak, by 
paternal example. Many such good impressions were 
stamped on my mind by my mother in her lifetime, and 
have been, ever since, through my blessed memory of 
her, a remembrance that will remain the theme of my 
tongue and pen while life remains to me. 

P. C. Waid. 
Blooming Valley, Penn., \ 
January, 1891. \ 




Not long since I attended the seventeenth annual State Dairymen's 
Association held in Meadville, Penn. To me it was an excellent 
opportunity to see, hear and learn of something on both sides of the 
question, Does farming pay? After an experience of over fifty years 
spent on the farm, I answer, yes. I began poor, and am in sight of 
that station yet, but have had some success in farming, in pursuit of 
the occupation I chose when a young man, because I loved it then 
and do so yet. 

Farming includes dairying — butter and cheese making — yet that 
is only one branch of farming. I never followed that industry to any 
great extent. I do not remember of having kept more than three cows 
at a time; my wife had the name of making good butter, and whatever 
we made more than was used at home, found a ready market in our 
own neighborhood or in Meadville. My sons excel me in dairying, 
and have better cows and more of them. I question whether they 
were born natural dairymen; I think they are inclined more to other 
branches of farming, as their experience proves. Such is some of my 
experience in dairying, and were there no other way of a man be- 
coming a successful farmer except by dairying, I presume I never 
would have attempted to write this article, and 1 will here state my 
reason for doing so. The farmer lias his choice of what part of his 
occupation he wishes to follow. Like the branches of a tree, there 
are many, all equally supported \>y the trunk and roots, from which 
they derive their living. Say what you will in regard to farming. Ts 
there any better occupation, any surer way of getting a living, a home 
and a success, than farming? I wonder often why so many turn aside 
to other occupations, and leave the farm, the most important of all 
pursuits. I would advise any young man, who wants a home and the 
comforts and blessings of this life, to stay on the farm. A degree of 
success, peace and happiness are found here, as in no other occupation. 
I want to help my brother farmer, and encourage the young men to 
stay on the farm, for I consider his chances not only as good, but in 
many cases far better than to leave the farm and seek other occupations. 
I never learned this by experience, I never wanted to. Of failure and 
poor choice we can learn all we wish to know from observation; and 
sometimes our sad experience turns us in the right way. Yet is not 
that so much time lost, and would we not have done better to have 
traveled on the road to success without it? 

When I listened to the interesting addresses by noted men from 

* Most of this article was written for the Pennsylvania Farmer of March 26, 


abroad and at, home, and heard fanners discuss the different questions 
on the dairy business, my sympathy was with them, and I would like to 
help them, and see them prove successful. As I profited by their experi- 
ence, perhaps some one may by mine. I will say I was well pleased 
when a few of the dairymen reported favorably, and it was evident 
they were successful in their business, which proves that farming- 
pays. I was glad to see those men and hear their words of experience 
and encouragement in these (so-called) dull times. It was sunshine 
coming forth in its beauty after a long storm of dreary days. Had I 
been capable, and had thought it not out of place, I would have spoken 
some words of cheer for the farmer who was toiling so faithfully to 
achieve success. It might have encouraged them; at least this was my 
thought, and although that opportunity is gone, there still remains 
another; and if the editor of our good Pennsylvania, Farmer thinks it 
worth w r hile to publish this article, they may yet have my thoughts 
and experience. 

As I sat there in Library Hall listening to so many different ex- 
periences connected with the dairy interests, I thought it a good school 
for the farmer. Who would achieve success, must attend to business; 
work, learn and economize. I stood many a day at the ladder, many a 
month and year on the platform of poverty, anxious if possible to rise 
to moderate circumstances and a comfortable condition in life. If I 
never know what it is to be rich, I claim to know what it is to be 
poor. Now do not think that because I was in poverty that I was un- 
happy; that was not my condition. I was happy, and I can just as 
easily give a reason for this as any thing else. I trusted in the Lord 
and hoped for success, wishing some day to be as well off as farmers 
who were then much better off than I who had nothing financially. 
But let me tell you what I did have, a good wife and my health — here 
was the beginning of success. Married the day I was tw r enty-one, 
April 23, 1854, I rented an old house and garden for twelve dollars a 
year, and worked for my father at fifteen dollars a month on the farm 
(boarding myself part of the time). I worked eight months the first 
year, then taught school in the winter for about the same wages, and 
as it was in our own neighborhood I had my own choice either to board 
around or at home, and I did both. I continued working on the farm 
for my father, and teaching school in the winter, for four years. Then 
I began to farm on shares, and later on I bought fifty acres, where I 
first rented of my father, the piece of land being known as the Pember 
Waid Farm (my grandfather's place). This has been my home ever 

Let me ask you, who are the successful farmers or business men 
of to-day? Some began life with some means, more perhaps^began 
with very little of this world's goods, and not a few began like the 


writer, empty-handed. I would like to say a w T ord of encouragement 

for all, and that is let us go forth and do the best we can under all 

circumstances, knowing that Ave have some of the burden of life to 

bear as well as to show its prosperity. But there is a ,young man, who 

like the forgotten farmer, may at times think his case is so peculiar 

that he can not even get a start, in life. I think if you work by this 

rule you can get a start, and travel safely toward success and achieve 

it. Ea/rn more than you spend. Let your income for the first month 

exceed your expenses, and so on to the end of the year, and you will 

find a surplus in your favor to begin the next year. When you have 

solved this hard problem, which constantly faces us all, you will have 

attained a degree of excellence, and will be marching on the road to 


There are two things that will help you — pay as you go, and do not 

go in debt if you can possibly avoid it. In conclusion permit me to 

tell you that if you travel in this good way you will like it best, for 

many comforts and blessings it will bring you, and crown your efforts 

with success. 

F. C. AVaid. 
February 26, 1891. 


who taught school in the old school building, in Bloom- 
ing Valley, from 1851 to 1890, as far as existing records 
inform, some having been lost.* 

Francis C. Waid, 1851-52 (first teacher), Lavancha Densmore (sum- 

Ann Eliza Gilmore, 1852-53. 

Emrnett Densmore, 1858-54. 

Mary Ann Lord, Samuel Lord, Nancy Ann Lord, Pamelia Lord, 
Mary McCullough, Lavantia Gray, Tabitha Johnson, Sarah J. Doctor, 
Sue Keepler, Maria Keepler, Sarah Blair, Stephen Grubb, James 
Martin, Asa Cole, Annette Roudebush, Ursula Wykoff, Nancy McGill 
(several terms and two or three terms of select school), Lucinda McGill, 
Anna McGill, P. M. Cutshall, Sarah A. Harrown, Ida Roudebush, 
Amanda Halliday (1863), Maggie Knorr (1864). 

*This list was prepared by Ealph Roudebush, J. W. Heard and Mrs. Ann 
Eliza Odell. who have my best thanks for their kindness.— F. C. Waid. 


The above-named teachers taught in the first school- 
house, now known as the "old schoolhouse." but since 
used as a dwelling house, and now (1890) being remod- 
eled into one of the pleasant homes of Blooming Valley, 
to be occupied by Mrs. Ohare, daughter of N. Roudebusb. 

Names of teachers who have taught in the new school 
building, Blooming Valley: 

1869 — Mr. and Mrs. P. M. Cutshall, Annette Roudebush; 1870— 
Horace Mann, Emma 3IcKnight, and a summer school by Horace 
Mann and William V. Wheeler; 1871 — Horace Mann, Miss Russell: 
1872— Von Johnson; 1873— Nancy Ann Floyd, C. R, Slocum, E. P. 
Green; 1874— Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Neyland, Ellen Judd; 1875- Mrs. J. 
M. Gehr, Mrs. Mary L. Neyland; 1876— Stanley Drake, E. J. McCrillis; 
1877— Stanley Drake, E. J. McCrillis, Lydia Frost; 1878— Alta G. 
Harris; 1879 — Florence M. HarroAvn, A. G. Greenlee, E. Ida Frost, 
Ursula Wykofl; 1880— Mr. and Mrs. C. R. Slocum; 1881— Mr. and Mrs. 
C. R. Slocum; 1882— Ursula Wykoff, L. M. Morrison; 1883— John F. 
Humes, Ella Donnelly (summer, Ella Donnelly); 1884 — H. A. Peir, 
Eva Selew; 1885— D. W. Humes, Louise Miller; 1886— Mary E. Hanks, 
Minnie Luper; 1887 — George M. Bradshaw (17 days), B. W. Hosmer, 
Silas Smock; 1888— A. H. Wiard, Silas Smock; 1890— James R. Kern, 
A. C. Ridout, Minnie Luper; 1891 — C. C. Leech, Minnie Luper. 


On the last two leaves of an old account book kept by 
my father, Ira C. Waid, and which dates from March 1, 
1830, to 1839, I find a record or memorandum of births, 
deaths and marriages in the Samuel Lord and Pember 
Waid families: 

Samiel Lord's Family. 

Born in Lyme, North Quarter, Connecticut. 

Samuel, born June 11, 1769. Betsey, born May 16, 1778. 

Nicholas, bom Feby. 17, 1771. Lydia, born August 31, 1780. 

Katharine, born Sept. 6, 1772. Lois, born August 6, 1782. 

Solomon, born May 29, 1774. Patty, bom November 22, 1784. 

Anna, born May 22, 1776. Perlina, born October 21, 1787. 


Pember Waid's Family. 
Peniber Waid and Anna Lord were married May 19, 
1799, and their children were as follows: 

Erastus S., born May 24, 1800. Phebe Matilda, born Sept. 24, 1811. 

Ira C, horn Aug. 15, 1801. Clarissa Ursula, born Jan. 26, 1813. 

Mary Ann, born Feby. 26, 1803. Henry Augustus, born Jan. 5, 1816. 

Martha L., born May 18, 1804. Andrew Gilbert, born May 1 1 , 
Eliza Emeline, born Jan. 18, 1806. 1818. 

Samuel, born June 11, 1808. Horace Franklin, born July 12, 
George Washington, born Jan. 21, 1820. 


Martha L. Waid and Lathrop M. xlllen were married 
September 28. 1820; Mary Ann Waid and Philander 
Simmons were married January 18, 1821. Martha L. 
(Waid) Allen died June 22, 1833. Anna Waid died 
February 2, 1844; Pember Waid died February 15, 1852. 

Ira C. Waid was married to Elizabeth P. Morehead 
June 12, 1825. Children: 

Pobert Lyman, born May 1, 1826. Franklin P., born April 23, 1833. 
George Nicholas, born Oct. 27, Francis C, born April 23, 1833. 



Francis C. Waid was born April 23, 1833; Eliza C. 
Masiker was born April 13, 1832. They were married 
April 23, 1854. 


Fraxklin I., born January 5, 1855, married March 15, 1877, to 
Maggie E. Moore, born May 14, 1859 (their children were as follows: 
Ida May, born December 25, 1878, died October, 1881; Iua Bell, born 
January 28, 1882; Elma Irena, born June 14, 1884; Mertie L., born Au- 
gust 16, 1886; Effie Jane, born June 16, 1889). 

Guinnip P., born September 22, 1859, married March 31, 1883, to 
Anna M. Slocum, born November 6, 1862 (they have one child, Edna 
Eliza, born December 11, 1886). 

Fred F., born Mai*ch 6, 1868, married March 7, 1889, to Minnie 
Haines, born August 5, 1868. 

Mrs. Eliza C. (Masiker) Waid died July 4, 1888, and on July 7, 
1889, Francis C. Waid was united in marriage with Anna E. Tyler, who 
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Andrew G. Waid was born May H, 1818; Jane De- 
camp was born June 29, 1820. They were married Au- 
gust 27, 1840. Jane (Decamp) Waid died May 19, 1884, 
aged 63 years, 10 months, 19 days. 


Mary Ann, born August 28, 1841. Clinton D., born May 20, 1848. 
Abraham, born August 2, 1845. Abigail, born February 4, 1848. 
Clarrissa, born August 12, 1852. Elnora, born November 12, 1860. 



Cyrus Goodwill was born April 5, 1810; Phebe M. 
Waid* was born September 24, 1811. They were mar- 
ried January 8, 1829. Cyrus Goodwill died May 16, 


Lydia M., born December 4, 182!); married February 19, 184fi. 
George A., bQrn October 4, 1831; married May I, 1851. Martha, born 
July 27, 1835; married October 4, 1857. Horace PL, born August 18, 
1837; married April 10, 1859. Lewis, born May 1, 1843; died June 3, 
1843. Adelaide F., born August 30, 1844; died March 17, 1861. lien 
rietta A., born January 1, 1849; married May 14, 1865. Albert F., born 
October 24, 1854; married October 5, 1875. ' 

Family Record 



My second sou, Guinnip P., being married to Annie, 
daughter of Lewis M. Slocum and granddaughter of 

*Iwas present at Aunt Phebe Goodwill's eightieth birthday celebration, at 
which there were present some thirty persons, including her three sons and two 
daughters, four generations of her family being represented. I had both the honor 
and pleasure of being seated beside her at the dinner table, and I was able to 
observe that, in spite of her patriarchal age, she enjoyed the celebration with genu- 
ine pleasure. The tokens of remembrance I left, for the occasion, consisted of a 
picture (family group), a Souvrcxin and a piece of silver.— F. C. Waid. 


Eleazer Slocum, and the entire Slocum family having 
been lifelong acquaintances of mine, I take pleasure in 
here giving the record of their births and deaths: 

Eleazer Slocum, bom April 17, 1812, died February 3, 1867. 
Lois C. Slocum, bora July 5, 1813, died May 1, 1863. 


C. R., born December 10, 1834. 

Robert E., bom November 16, 1836. 

Lewis M., born January 4, 1839. 

Caroline M., born February 18, 1842. 

Salvador, born November 15, 1844. 

James E., bom April 22, 1847. 

Ira C, born July 25, 1849, died November 27, 1851. 

Calvin Rood, born April 23, 1853, died June, 1871. 

Edward Everett, bom August 13, 1855, died November 11, 1867. 


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The one was erected August 13, 1884, the other bearing the date 
November 30, 1888, athough it was not placed in position, owing to 
delay in shipment,. until December 11, following. The chief object of 
this monument being to perpetuate the memory of my beloved wife, 
Eliza, it was a happy coincidence that it should be erected on the 
birthday of our little two-year-old granddaughter, who was named 
after her — Edna Eliza Waid — only daughter of Guinnip and Anna 
Waid,. On this monument are the following inscriptions: 

(On West Side.) 

In Memory of 

His beloved wife; 


His twin brother; 

Parents and Kindred; 

These twin monuments are dedicated by 

Francis C. Waid, 

November 30, 1888. 

(On South Side.) 

Francis C. Waid, 
Born April 23, 1833. 


His wife, 

Born April 13, 1832; died July 4, 1888. 

(On East Side.) 

Record of Kindred. 

Pember Waid had seven sons and five daughters. 

Ira O, son of Pember Waid, had four sons, namely: 

Robert L., who had three sons. 

George N, who had six sons and four daughters. 

T m ;„o S Francis C. who has three sons. 
lwins / Franklin P. 


Francis C. Waid's three sons are Franklin I., who 
has four daughters; Guinnip P., who has one daughter, 
and Fred F. 

Record of Jacob Masiker's Family. 
Six sons and two daughters. 
Jane, wife of G. W. Cutshall. 
Eliza, wife of F. C. Waid. 

Temperance Fergerson, 
Born December 20, 1790; died March 11, 1869. 

(On North Side.) 
"Have Faith in God." 

Commit thy ways unto the Lord; trust also in Him 
and He shall bring it to pass. 

Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth. 

Seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteous- 
ness, and all these things s7iall be added unto you. 

Oh, that my words were now written; Oh, that they 
were printed in a book, that they were graven with an iron 
pen and lead in the rock for ever. For I know that my 
Redeemer liveth. 

Jesus saith, because I live ye shall lice also. 

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be 

The Waid lot in Blooming Valley Cemetery is east of the center 
of what was known as the first purchase (or old lot), located on the 
north side of the driveway. Adjoining this lot. both to the east and to 
the west of it, are interred near relatives. East of my twin brother's 
grave is that of my uncle, William Morehead. The lots of Washing- 
ton Waid and William Morehead bound our lot on the east, and the 
lots of Cyrus Goodwill and George Roudebush on the west. 

Elsewhere I give the record of others interred in this cemetery, 
not already meutioned in my 1886 Souvenir. 


The path of sorrow, and that path alone, 
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown." 

— Oowper. 

Francis C. Waid, the author of the Souvenirs, is no more. 
Suddenly, "in the twinkling of an eye," while in his fifty- 
ninth year, he was called to his long home, and the busy hand 
that penned the thoughts of his active mind is forever at rest. 
He died as he had lived — energetic and industrious in all his 
undertakings — his characteristic activity continuing until his 
last breath. 

When sixteen years of age he commenced to keep a record 
of the events of his life, in the form of a diary, and this he 
zealously carried on till almost the last moment of his life, 
the amount of his writing being remarkable for one who of 
necessity was at all times busy with many other things. His 
Souvenirs are simply gleanings from his records, and present 
but a mere modicum of the bulk of his literary labors. 

In 1886 he began the publication of these "notes by the 
wayside," under the title of "Souvenir;" in 1890 he issued 
his second Souvenir, and in 1892 his " Third " and " Twin" 
Souvenirs, each combining family history with the biography 
of his own life, essays, treatises and other kindred subjects, 
all replete with apt allusions and gem3 of the loftiest thought. 

In perusing Mr. Waid's book, the reader can not but be in- 
terested in his peculiar attention to detail; his incessant care 
to have truths recorded in intelligible simplicity; his modesty 
of expression, in every sentence disclosing his humanity and 
an unvarying consideration for his fellow creatures. He was 
not loth to court criticism, and never turned a deaf ear to the 

counsels of friends. For rhetorical embellishment he cared 
little, and to any of the graces of what might be termed fine 
writing he made no pretentions: he thought more of the 
matter than of the manner, and yet his writings abound in the 
most salutary, practical lessons, applicable to men of every 
profession, and of every grade or condition of life. Of all 
the passions that agitate the human mind, there is, perhaps, 
no one more grateful in itself, or more useful to man, than 
sympathy; and in contemplating its benign influence, Mr. 
Waid perceived both the propriety and the excellency of the 
divine aphorism: " It is more blessed to give than to re- 
ceive." His Souvenirs, which he published at a very consid- 
erable outlay, he distributed far and wide, "without money 
and without price." 

Mr. Waid's death occurred about eight o'clock on the morn- 
ing of February 20, 1892, while he was occupied in a kneel- 
ing position in preparing a package of his last Souvenirs, 
which he intended to convey to Meadville. He was con- 
fronted with the Grim Reaper at the old homestead of his 
father, Ira C. Waid, and in the very room in which his twin 
brother, Franklin P., had died nearly thirty-eight years be- 
fore. No languishing or painful sickness prostrated him, but 
while he was yet busy in the beneficent work of his later life, 
Death summoned him without a moment's warning, and his 
soul fled from its earthly companion which now, in the 
beautiful Blooming Valley Cemetery, peacefully awaits the 
Resurrection Morn. 

The memory of his dearly beloved wife, Eliza, the mother 
of his three sons, always remained with him, and materially 
influenced the bent of his later life, as is evidenced in his 
writings. She was dear to all, and especially so to him who 
with her shared equally the joys and sorrows of life for so 
many years. She was an extreme sufferer for a long time 
prior to her death, but fully believing God's precious prom- 
ises, she endured her afflictions as " seeing Him who is invisi- 
ble." When on July 4, 1888, she passed from things tem- 
poral to things eternal, on the most faithful and loving of 

wives, the most devoted of mothers, a true Christian woman, 
kind-hearted, noble and amiable, fell the mantle of a blessed 

The heart of Mr. Waid washighly sensitive to the religious 
impressions which were inculcated upon his mind from in- 
fancy by God-fearing parents, and in early life he became a 
follower of the lowly Nazarene. In later years he gave largely 
of his means for Christian and charitable purposes, and he 
will ever be remembered by those whom he aided in dark and 
desolate days. As a farmer he was successful, always closely 
adhering to the paths of industry and frugality. As a man 
he was quiet and unobtrusive, and few had more warm friends 
than he. 

Francis C. Waid is not dead. The tenement of clay in 
which the real man lived has returned to dust, and his spirit 
has gone to its Giver, but his influence still remains. The 
good seed he sowed with so liberal a hand is yet developing, 
and has become a " harvest that grows the more with reap- 
ing." His Souvenirs remain, enduring monuments to his 
unceasing, unselfish, patient labors in the noble work of 
doing good. 

Chicago, 111., 1892. G. A. B. 


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