Loose insert #2 “Self restraint or temperance” (Transcribed)

Loose insert #2 “Self restraint or temperance” Transcribed

Self restraint or temperance Romans 14:12-23

This subject is a many sided one & therefore a difficult one to commence on, there are is much that might be said about it, but would it help us to nobler thought & action. Only the practical & simple thoughts live more Christlike lives. This is the object of our Fellowship Union.

Every day we are practising self restraint mor or less, the stronger our love to God is, the easier it will become to curb our desires & endeavour to help others, we are to model our lives, so that another perhaps someone we have never noticed may not stumble, things that we are sure would not hurt us, must be refrained from because of others.

Does our Lord & Master wish that our lives should be hampered & disfigured because someone else may misunderstand us?

We must turn to our Pattern Christ & see what we can learn from Him & we read in Romans 5:3rd “For even Christ pleased not himself; but, as it is written, The reproaches of them that reproached thee fell on me.” He went about doing good & He died for doing good & He died that we might live. Christ's life work was to spend & be spent for others & the example He left us to follow is to do good to all & to sacrifice our own.

Loose insert #1 “Note to Susie, (Sept 18 1895)” Transcribed

The first loose page in the back of the diary looks to be Lina practising an encouraging poem for a friend or family member perhaps. I say practising because it stayed in the diary. I hope Susie received the note because it is an encouraging one.

One thing you will notice if you enlarge the image by clicking on it is the floral design on the paper is hand painted and not just part of the stationary. I only noticed that when I scanned the page and thought that it was cool.




Loose insert #1 “Note to Susie, (Sept 18 1895)” Transcribed


FRONT:

(illustration- handpainted flowers)

Sept. 18th. 1895
Susie,

“Lean Hard”
Child of my love, lean hard!
And let Me feel the pressure of thy care;
I know thy burden for I fashioned it
Poised it in my own Hand, and made it’s weight
Precicely that which I saw best for thee;
and when I placed it on thy shrinking form
I said “I shall be near, and while she leans
On me, this burden shall be Mine, not hers,
So shall I keep within my circling arms
The child of my love”. Here
lay it down, nor fear to impose it on a
nor fear to weary Him, Who made, upholds,

BACK:

(different pen)

Weary and weak,
My feet had stumbled on this rugged way
Had it Thou not held my hand
And now I’m come
Close to the narrow stream.
Thine everlasting arms
Shall bear me safely through its floods can neér’
____ ______, Father, Thou lovest Thy child,
I do not doubt it, but will
“Lean Hard”

Sorry I haven't updated for so long.

Sorry it has been over a year since I have updated this blog. Last year I decided to have some time away from technology for the majority of the year. It was a refreshing and busy time; however it did mean I got out of the habit of transcribing from Lina’s diary.

What a blessing it was to receive comments from people who were related to Lina! I was glad that this site was able to assist someone researching their family tree. It has been encouraging to read that this site has been useful to someone. I hope you have enjoyed reading Lina’s diary as much as I have.

I will try and finish the diary this year. What is left looks to be some old letters, notes and clippings which are loose in the back of the diary. I will scan them in and try to transcribe as time permits.

Once again sorry I haven't updated for a while. I will try and be a little more consistent until the diary is completely transcribed. There are about 7-8 more pages to go, all loose paper in the back of the diary.

Pages 107 Transcribed

Pages 107 Transcribed

SHELLS OF OCEAN.

One summer eve, in pensive thought,
I wandered on the seabeat shore,
Where oft in heedless infant sport,
I gathered shells in days before repeat:
The splashing waves like music fell,
Responsive to my fancy wild,
A dream came o'er me like a spell, repeat
I thought I was again, again a child. ditto

I stooped upon the pebbly strand
To cull the toys that round me lay;
But as I took them in my hand,
I threw them, one by one away, repeat
Oh! thus I said, in every stage.
By toys our fancy is beguiled;
We gather shells from youth to age, repeat
And then we leave them, leave them, like a child.


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Fragments.

The impossible becomes possible when courage spurs us on. Humility us the altar on which God wishes us to offer sacrifice to Him. Troubles are the tools by which God fashions us for better things. Like a granite is cut and chiselled to make it more beautiful, so God chisels men to make them something nicer and better.

Pages 105-106 Transcribed

Pages 105-106 Transcribed

Papa's Letter

I was sitting in my study,
Writing letters when I heard,
"Please, dear mamma, Mary told me
Mamma mustn't be disturbed.

"But I've tired of de kitty,
Want some over fing to do.
Writing letters, if you, mamma?
May I wite a letter too?"

I would paint my darling's portrait, and slowly shook my head
Then I said, "I'll make a letter of darling boy, instead."
So I parted back the tresses from his forehead broad and white,
And a stamp in sport I pasted 'Mid its waves of golden light.

And I said, "Now, little letter, go away and bear good news."
And I smiled as down the staircase clattered loud the little shoes.
Leaving me, the darling hurried down to Mary in his glee,
Mama's witing lots of letters; I'se a letter, Mary - see!

No one heard the little prattler, once more he climbed the stair,
Reached his little cap and tippet, Standing on the entry there.
No one heard saw my darling baby, no one saw the golden hair,
As it floated in the breezes of the crisp October air.

Down the street the baby hastened till he reached the office door.
"I'se a letter, Mr. Postman; is there room for any more?
"'Cause dis letter's doin' to Pa, Pa lives with God, you know,
Ma sent me for a letter, Do you fink dat It can go?"

And the clerk in wonder answered,
"Not to-day, my little man."
"Den I'll find another office,
For I must go if I tan."

Fain the clerk would have detained him,
But the pleading face was gone,
And the little feet were hastening
By the busy crowd swept on.

Suddenly the crowd was parted,
People fled to left and right,
As a pair of maddened horses
At that moment came in sight.

No one saw the baby figure
No one saw his golden hair,
Till a voice of frightened sweetness
Rang out on the evening air.

Reverently they raised my darling,
Brushed away the locks of gold,
Saw the stamp upon the forehead,
Growing now so icy cold.

Not a mark the face disfigured,
Showing where a hoof had trod;
But the little life was ended
"Papa's letter" was with God.

Page 103 Transcribed

Page 103 Transcribed

1. Scenes that are brightest, May charm for awhile.
Hearts that are lightest, And eyes that smile.
Yet o'er them above us, Though nature beam,
With none to love us, How sad they seem!
With none to love us, How sad they seem!

2. Words cannot scatter, The thoughts we fear;
For though they flatter, They mock the ear,
Hopes will still deceive us With tearful cost,
And when they leave us The heart is lost.
And when they leave us The heart is lost.


Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
We must write the music, whatever the song,
Whatever its rhyme, or metre;
And if it is sad, we can make it glad,
Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.

Page 101 Transcribed - Poem: The Gypsy’s warning

Page 101 Transcribed

The Gypsy’s warning

Do not trust him gentle lady,
Though his voice be low and sweet,
Heed not him who kneels before thee,
Gently pleading at the thy feet.
Now thy life is in its morning
Cloud not this happy lot,
Listen to the gypsy’s warning
Gentle lady, trust him not. (repeat)

Do not turn so coldly from me,
I would only guard your youth
From his stern and withering power
I would only tell thee truth.