Page 17 Transcribed: poem

Page 17 Transcribed: poem


(Pages 7-16 were left blank. There are faded glue spots so I assume the writer had things pasted in and the glue has worn off)

A Perfect Kingdom

A man can build a mansion
and furnish it throughout,
a man can build a place
with lofty walls and stout;
a man can build a temple
with high and spascious dome,
but no man in the world can build
that prescious place called home.

No; tis the happy faculty
of woman, far and wide,
to turn a cot or palace
into something else besides;
where brothers, sons and husbands tried
with willing footsteps come,
a place of rest where love abounds,
a perfect kingdom- Home.

“Monster Reciter”

Page 6 Transcribed: clipping (Loving Attractions)

Page 6 Transcribed: clipping

Page 6 of the diary is a small clipping with some writing on one side and a picture of a clock and some incorrect mathematics on the back. I think the picture is an advertisement for one of those old pocket-watches, it has no photo it is hand drawn. I will only include the side with writing on it because I think this was the side that was clipped out. It is pretty clere if you click on it for enlargement but I will transcribe it anyway because of the quality-

Loving Attractions

It is a small thing for a son or a daughter to show loving attentions to their ageing father and mother, and yet these same tactful deeds give more pleasure to a parent’s heart than anything else in the whole world. Our parents are dependent upon us for their happiness. We can make their lives radiant with joy or gloomy with disappointment. A touch is passing, a word of endearment, a cushion or a wrap, a kiss at coming or going, a bunch of flowers, a welcome newspaper clipping, a little errand – in such trifling ways as these may a mother’s life be filled with deepest joy. Let us be a little more thoughtful, for mother’s sake. We shall be sorry for it when we come to take a last look at her loving face.

Page 5 Transcribed: another poem (Judge Not)

Page 5 Transcribed:

Judge Not!

Judge not: the workings of his brain
and his heart thou canst not see;
what looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
in God’s pure light may only be
a scar brought from some well won field
where thou wouldest only faint and yield.

The look, the air, that frets thy sight
may be a token that below
the soul has closed in deadly fight
with some infernal, fiery Joe;
whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace,
and east thee, shuddering, on thy face.

The fall thou darest to despise,
maybe the angels slackened hand
has suffered it, Heat Ice (??) may rise
and take a firmer, surer stand;
or trusting less to earthly things
may henceforth learn to use his wings.

and judge none lost; but wait and see
with hopeful pity, not disdain;
the depth of the abyss may be
the measure of the height of pain
and love and glory, that may raise
the soul to God in after days.

A.A. Procter,
September 18th 1900

Page 4: Clipping of a poem

I don't need to transcribe page 4 as it is typed and very readable. You may need to click on the image to make it more zoomed and easier to read. It is blank apart from having this clipping of a poem in it. Because of the blank page I am assuming that the poem was pasted in and the glue has warn off.



I won't scan the back of the clipping as it is half a story but it looks interesting, it seems to be a fictional account of a rogue farmhand stealing a horse.

Page 3 Transcribed: what appears to be thoughts after reading Sheldons "The Reformer"

Page 3 Transcribed:

Page 208 “The Reformer” (Sheldon) Why should I run away from hard work, where _____ and yet no man knows unless he has been in the ministry the enormous demands on the profession. I am not speaking boastfulness or complaint when I say no profession requires such constant & varied exercise of all the power of manhood. Do you wonder that the ministry sometimes grows discouraged as it faces a labour that in the nature of the case can never be completed in any sense & has the vision of an ideal that no church or parish ever yet realised? And then of late I am haunted by a doubt as to the value of a great deal I am doing. It is not the hard work I am beginning to dread, it is the fear that it is wasted power & that the organised church of today ought to be changing much of its practice in order to do what Christ wants done...

Page 211- My people are some of the best men & women in the city, they are loyal & true & any man might well be proud of their friendship. It is a compliment to the ministry that the unchristian part of the community turns to the Church & the preacher for comfort & help. My ideals are constantly disappointed. It is not the service I shrink from.

Page 2 Transcribed

Page 2 Transcribed:

Some people burden themselves with three kinds of trouble- all they ever had, all they have now & all the expect to have.

A man who never makes mistakes, never makes anything else either.

It has been my experience that you’ve got to have leisure to be unhappy. Half the troubles in this world are imaginary and it takes time to work them up.

Page 1b Transcribed:

Page 1b Transcribed:

We don’t want arguments from our friends; we want sympathies, sensibilities, emotional bonds. The right persons silence is worth more for companionship than the wisest talk in the world from anybody else. It is not your mind that is needed here or what you know; it is your heart and what you feel. You see the warm-blooded side of things that is what is really valuable. That is how you can help.

Love may laugh at locksmiths, but it knows better than to fool with a dog.
The present; the present is all thou hast;
For thy sure possessing;
Like the patriarchs angel, hold-it fast-
Till it gives its blessing – J.S. Whittier

When you see a man in woe,
Walk right-up and say “Hullo!”
Say “Hullo” an “How dýa do?”
“How’s the world amusing you”
Slap the fellow on the back,
Bring your hand down with a whack;
Walk right-up and don’t go slow,
Grin and shake an’say “Hullo”!

Be useful if you would be respected.
Why is Sunday the strongest day? Because all the others are week-days.