Sunday, August 16, 2009

Page 99 - Clippings




Pages 99 - Clippings


Clipping 1

Power of Happiness

As vulgarity and ignorance betoken a neglected mind, so unhappiness and misery proclaim a neglected heart. The normal nature will keep strong and fresh the chords that vibrate joy. Depression and worry take the nerve out of mans arm, take the keen edge of his mind, rob life of its victory. For unhappiness wins no battles, gloom invents no tool, wretchedness writes no drama. Earths great achievements represent those whose hearts sung over their tasks. To meet storm with calm, defeat with faith, ingratitude with charity, is not an easy thing. Nothing requires so much wisdom, practice, and skill as learning how to live habitually above the distempers of life.
The Bachelors Complaint

Returning home at close of day,
Who gently chides my long delay,
And by my side delights to stay?
Nobody!

Who sets for me my easy chair,
Spreads out the papers with such care,
And leaves my slippers ready there?
Nobody!
When plunged in deep and dire distress,
When anxious cares my heart oppress,
Who whispers hopes of happiness?
Nobody!

When sickness comes and sorrow twain,
And grief distracts my fevered brain,
Who sympathises with my pain?
Nobody!

But I’m resolved, so help me fate,
To change at once my single state,
At Hymens altar I will mate
Somebody!

The girl that believes

Of all the pretty maidens
There’s none as sweet as she,
That simple trusting lassie,
The girl who believes in me.

There are some with greater beauty
And some wittier be;
But there is only one wee girlie
That ever believed in me.

She’s never been to college,
Knows not her ABC,
Yet she has stores of wisdom
(or she’d not believe in me).

She’s not an ancient lassie,
Her years they are but three,
Which maybe, is the reason
That she believes in me.

Clipping 2


To be learnt by heart


It is the woman who is neither just nor generous who is fondest of the saying “Be just before you are generous.”

All is not attractive that is good. Iron does not sparkle like a diamond, yet it is useful. Gold has not the fragrance of a flower, yet it is valuable. So different persons have different graces of excellence, and to be just we must have an eye to all.

Self is the point from which all our power must be drawn; but its effects are far beyond our sight or ken, reaching to family and friends to all who profit by our abilities and labours, to those whom we influence consciously, or unconsciously, both near and far away.

We are ruined, not by what we really want, but by what we think we do; therefore, never go abroad in search of your wants. If they be real wants, they will come home in search of you; for he who buys what he does not want will soon want what he cannot buy.

A single bitter word may disquiet an entire family for a whole day. One surly glance casts a gloom the household, while a smile, like a gleam of sunshine, may light up the darkest and weariest hours. Like unexpected flowers which spring up along our path, fall off freshness, fragrance, and beauty, so do kind words, and gentle acts and sweet dispositions make glad the home where peace and blessing dwell.

Wishing

Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do.
Set a watch upon your actions,
Keep them all straight and true.
Rid your mind of selfish motives,
Let your thoughts be clean and high;
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.
Do you wish the world were wiser?
Well, suppose you make a start,
By accumulating wisdom
In the scrapbook of your heart.
Don’t waste one page on folly;
Live to learn, and learn to live,
If you want to give men knowledge,
You must get it, ere you give.
Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day to day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way;
For the pleasures of the many
May be of times traced one,
As the hand plants an acorn it
Shelters armies from the sun.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Pages 98


Pages 98 Transcribed

Dying with Jesus, His death reckoned mine,
Living with Jesus, a new life divine,
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine!

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love,
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a trial that He is not near,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment, I’m under His care.

Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a teardrop and never a moan,
Never a danger but there on the throne,
Moment by moment He thinks of His own.

Never a weakness that He doth not feel,
Never a sickness that He cannot heal,
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus my Saviour, abides with me still.

Never a battle with wrong for the right,
Never a contest that He doth not fight,
Lifting above us His banner so white,
Moment by moment I’m kept in His light.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Pages 96 - 97 – Poem “Mizpah”





Pages 96 - 97 – Poem “Mizpah” Transcribed

Mizpah


Go thou thy way, and I go mine,
Apart, yet not afar;
Only a thin veil hangs between
The pathways where we are.
And “God keep watch ‘tween thee and me”;
This is my prayer;
He looks thy way, He looketh mine,
And keeps us near.

I know not where thy road may lie,
Or which way mine will be;
If mine will lead thro’ parching sands
And thine beside the sea;
Yet God keeps watch ‘tween thee and me,
So never fear;
He holds thy hands, He claspeth mine,”
And keeps us near.

Should wealth and fame perchance be thine,
And my lot lowly be,
Or you be sad and sorrowful,
And glory be for me,
Yet God keep watch ‘tween thee and me;
Both be His care;
One arm round thee and one round me
Will keep us near.

I sigh sometimes to see thy face,
But since this may not be,
I’ll leave thee to the care of Him
Who cares for thee and me.
“I’ll keep you both beneath my wings,”
This comforts, dear; One wing o’er thee
and one o’er me,
Will keep us near.

And though our paths be separate,
And thy way is not mine,
Yet coming to the Mercy seat,
My soul will meet with thine.
And “God keep watch ‘tween thee and me,”
I’ll whisper there.
He blesseth thee, He blesseth me,
And we are near.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Lina Boultbee's gravesite


On the weekend I was able to visit the grave site and pay respect to Lina. It was strange visiting the grave of someone I've never met. When I looked at the headstone I couldn't help wondering if she would mind me reading her diary, or transcribing it onto the internet. For some reason seeing a real grave and knowing Lina's body was buried below gave the diary even more worth, and made the diary contents even more intriguing.

It was a very large marble grave with a plain marble headstone. I was expecting it to be more plain for some reason but I imagine it would have cost a lot in its time.

After finding the grave amongst the hundreds of headstones I photographed it so that there was a record of it to go on this blog with the diary pages. It is hard to believe that we have gone from knowing nothing about the diary, to having more and more information about Lina and even visiting her grave site.

I knew she was buried at the Wivenhoe Cemetery in Burnie through the eHeritage function on the State Library of Tasmania website.

I am looking forward to finding out some more information soon, as we keep on reading the diary of Lina J. Boultbee.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Pages 93 - 94 – Poem “They’re dear to God”





Pages 93 - 94 – Poem “They’re dear to God”


They’re dear to God
“Be ye followers of God as dear children” Eph 5:1

Oh that when Christians meet and part,
These words were graved on every heart,
They’re dear to God!
However wilful and unwise,
We’ll look on them with reverent eyes,
They’re dear to God!
Oh, wonder! To the Eternal One
Dear as his own Beloved Son;
Dearer to Jesus than His blood,
Dear, as the Spirits fixed abode:
Yes, dear to God!

When tempted to give pain for pain,
How would this thought our words restrain
They’re dear to God!
When truth couples us to contend
What love with all our strife should blend,
They’re dear to God!
When they would shun the pilgrims lot,
For this vain world. Forsake them not,
But win them back with love and prayer
They never can be happy there,
If dear to God.

Oh, how return a brothers blow,
The heart whose harshness wounds thee so,
Is dear to God,
Oh, who beneath the cross can stand,
And then from one hold back the hand
Dear to our God.
How with rough words can we conflict
Knowing each pang our words inflict,
Touches the heart once pierced for us,
The hearts we wring and torture thus
Are dear to God.

For is there here us strength in love
The love that knits in joy above,
All dear to God,
By the same woes and toils opprest,
We lean upon One faithful breast,
And hasten to the same repose;
How bear, or do enough for those
So dear to God?

For is there here us strength in love
The love that knits in joy above, all dear to God,
By the same woes and toils opprest,
We lean upon One faithful breast,
And hasten to the same repose;
How bear, or do enough for those
So dear to God?

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Page 92 – Clipping “I Will’s!” (A POEM)


Page 92 – Clipping “I Will’s!” (A POEM)

I Will’s

Did you ever try to count the times you have to say “I will?”
For one, it’s necessary when you’re asked to pay the bill;
And when your Cousin Harry wants to take you for a row;
And when, unless you kiss him, he declines to let you go.
And when you’re asked to go a walk with Edwin all alone,
Or learn the right and proper way to squeeze if you are shown;
And when you are requested to believe that you’re “a dear”,
And that you have the prettiest nose and sweetest little ear.
And then there comes the time when Jack will ask you to be his Jill.
When, of course, you lose your voice, and have to whisper that you will.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Page 91 Transcribed: Poem- Be friendly on the way


Page 91 Transcribed: Poem- Be friendly on the way

Be friendly on the way

I have journeyed on life’s highway till the dial points to noon,
And I’ve learned some useful lessons on the way,
I have proved them oér and oér, and prize them more and more
And I think you can depend on what I say.
You may hold yourself aloof, and may think it is a proof
That you’re made of some superior sort of clay,
But you always find it pays in many different ways,
To be friendly to the people on the way.

If the day is dark and dreary, and the way is rough and steep,
And some weary brother falters on the road,
You will never feel the weight, be the burden small or great,
If you turn about and ease him of his load.
And you’ll often see the time when the sovereign merry chime
Will be a friendly offering most meet
When to give a little sum, some mishap to overcome,
Will keep some needy brother on his feet.

I have learned that shabby garments often clothe a noble soul,
And misfortune lies in wait for great and small;
Better help a friend today who is stranded by the way-
For who knows but that tomorrow we may fall.
Then speak out before the crowd, let your voice ring clear and loud,
And put your heart in every word you say
For a friendly word, you know, or a face with smiles aglow,
May help a downcast brother on the way.

“Alexandra”
June, 14 1904
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