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nine boys and twenty-nine girls, being sixty-eight scholars
out of a general attendance of over fifty. On the upper
right-liand corner of this document is a drawing of the
school-house, and on the upper left-band corner is a rep-
resentation of the flag of our Union. Over the list of
names of tbe scholars, which is printed at the end of this
article, is the following inscription : " Presented, by W.
W. Thompson, a record of Blooming Valley School,
Francis C. Waid, Teacher, 1852."

In the period of time since my dear old scholars used
to meet me day by day, death has not been idle. His
scythe has removed a good many whose names and dates
of death I have, to the best of my knoAvledge, added to
the record ; and in this portion of the work I am in-
debted in a great measure to the assistance of my cousin,
Mr. Ralph Roudebush, for which I thank him. Most of
these who have died sleep in Blooming Valley Cemetery,
and many of the funerals I have attended.

To-day I honor the memory of the departed ones be-
cause 1 loved them, and I respect those living because
we yet live to smile on and help each other. A few of
the names of my scholars do not appear on the record, for
the reason that their attendance at school was not regu-
lar, and as their parents moved away they were forgotten.

As a teacher I tried to do my duty to the best of my
ability, but how well I may have succeeded I do not yet
know. I do know this, however, I loved my scholars, the
entire school, the parents and my occupation. " Friend-
ship and success" was my motto. In looking over this
old record I am reminded of the happy days and pleasant
faces that are gone as a dream, some faces never more to
be seen on earth. And I am here reminded that on June
5, 1889, I received a letter from my cousin, Henrietta
Sturgis, of Centreville, Crawford County, bringing the sad


intelligence of the death, of cancer, at Titusville, Penn.,
on May 30, 1889, of Ruth Ann Smith (maiden name),
and of her interment in Blooming Valley Cemetery. I
had visited her on the 12th of last January, while on my
way to Warren County, Penn., and found her very ill then.
That winter of 1851-52 was one of the most pleasant
and useful periods of my life. Many friendships were
formed that never have been broken, save by the hand of
death. The old school-house is still standing near the
Advent Church, where it was erected, and is at present
used as a dwelling. I have said my days of school teach-
ing were to me both pleasant and profitable, profitable
because of their usefulness. However much or however
little the scholars may have learned, I added something
new to my knowledge every day, and at the close of the
school I was wiser than at the commencement.


Edwin Kobbins, March 6, 1831.
Jackson Shouts, July 10, 1831.
David Smith, Jan. 20, 1831.
James Thompson, Dec. 35, 1834.
William Waid, Oct. 2, 1835.
Dewitt HaiToun, Dec. 19, 1832.
Ebenezer Harroun, June 2, 1837.
Eddy Harroun, March 6, 1841.
Alphes David, Dec. 19, 1846.
Leroy Knapp, 1842. [?]
George Fleek, Jan. 27, 1837.
Jacob Coy, Jan. 25, 1837.
Clinton lioudebush. Mar. 2, 1842.
Porter Fleek, Feb. 28, 1842.
Jackson Fleek, Feb. 28, 1842.
Oscar Roudebush, April 15, 1843.
Joseph Heard, March 7, 1842.
Vanburen Smith, June 1, 1840.
Truman Hayes, July 24, 1842.
J. H. Culbertsou, April 2, 1840.

John Thompson, Aug. 12, 1842.
George Smith. April 1, 1842.
Stephen Morehead, Feb. 12, 1839.
Cornelius Gray, May 2, 1842.
Ralph Roudebush, Aug. 26, 1838.
Walter Thompson, Aug. 14, 1838.
Joseph Morehead, April 30, 1842.
Benton Roudebush, June 25, 1845.
Lorenzo Roudebush, Sept. 28, 1847.
Wellington Smith, May 7, 1842.
Leonard Hays, July 21, 1843.
Nelson Gray, July 3, 1844
Walker Coy, May 10, 1847.
William Purse, June 30, 1840.
Vanburen Purse, July 25, 1837.
Morris Roudebush, May 20, 1848.
Thomas Shouts, Sept. 24, 1836.
Zacariah Dickson, June 10, 1832.
Sylvester Smith, Feb. 8, 1836.



Grace Thompson, Jan. 30, 1833. Harriet Dickson, Sept. 13. 1837.

Catherine Evans, Mar. 20, 1836, Mary E. Gray, May 20, 1840.

Eliza Ann Culberlson, Apr.20,1836. Lovantia Gray, Feb. 29, 1842.

Lovinia Purse, Oct. 9, 1835. Mary Robbins, Jan. 6, 1840.

Lucy Robbins, Oct. 17, 1835. Elizabeth Heard, May 29, 1837.

Lucia Robbins, Oct. 17, 1835. Orra Roudebush, Feb. 27, 1847.

Ruth A. Smith, Dec. 25, 1834. Nancy Fleek, Oct. 17, 1840.

Mariah Robbins, Jau. 2, 1844. Emma Roudebush, Feb. 1, 1846.

Hannah Purse, May 12, 1840. Delia Hays, Sept. 5, 1847.

Temperance Morehead, Jan.29,'41, Treesey Cox, July 10, 1841,

Sarah Morehead, Oct. 30, 1843. Mary Smith, April 1, 1838.

Elizabeth Morehead, Aug. 27, 1845. Angeline Smith, 1844.

Annette Roudebush, June 27, 1848. Ida Roudebush, Dec. 9, 1848.

Jane Fleek, May 16. 1836. Charlotte Knapp, Nov. 28, 1838.
Sarah Dickson, Sept. 13, 1833.


Lovinia Purse, June 25, 1855. Nancy Fleek, Nov. 12, 1872.

Mary Robbins, May 11, 1857. Harriet Dickson. Oct. 22, 1873.

Lucy Robbins, Aug. 25, 1857. Jane Fleek, Feb. 19, 1874.

Eliza A. Culbertsou, July 11, 1858. Jackson Fleek, May 13, 1867.

Vanburen Purse, July 23, 1862. George Fleek, Jan. 22, 1879.

Oscar Roudebush, Mar. 29, 1868. Charlotte Knapp, April 5, 1884.

Mary E. Gray, Nov. 13, 1865. Jacob Coy, August, 1886.

Orra Roudebush, Mar. 26, 1864. Lovantia Gray, July 10, 1887.

Hannah Purse, April 29, 1871. William Waid died in Southern
Ruth A. Smith, May 30, 1889. prison, probably in 1864.

In addition to this interesting record, I was also
pleased to receive an "acrostic" written by one of my
scholars, Charlotte L. Knapp, then in her fourteenth
year. I here give it with some few slight emendations:


Forget us not, forget us never;

Remember us till death shall sever,

And we'll remember thee;

No, you will ne'er forgotten be.

Celestial are sweet friendship's ties.

It lives in heaven beyond the skies.

Soon the time will come when we must part.

Cordial the love within each scholar's heart.


Wilt ihoii consent onr teacher yet to be?
And still more faithful pupils you will see;
Indeed we will improve as fast again,
Desirous that you'll teach us, if you can.

The year of eighteen fifty-two
Is a cherished one in memory's view;
Oft regrets will come that it is past,
'Tis sad such pleasure cannot last.

Charlotte L. Knapp.
Blooming Valley, February, 1852.



"In the morning when thou risest.let this thought be present — I am
rising to the worlc of a liumau being."


To say I do not love the young men of our land, es-
pecially those of my acquaintance, would be to utter a
falsehood. Then, you may reasonably ask of me, what
am I willing to do to prove my friendship for the young
man, and my answer is that I am willing now not only to
give him, as best I can, my own little experience in life
(having lived nearly fifty-four years), but to gather what
knowledge I can from other sources, and so present the
same in this book, hoping it will be acceptable and prove

Many young men who may read these words are ac-
quainted with the writer; but allow me to assure you,
my dear young man, whoever you may be, that Avhether
we are personally acquainted or not, I feel interested in
your welfare and happiness, both here and hereafter, or
I would, not engage in the present undertaking. Money
is not my object; in proof whereof I intend this vol-
ume to come into the hands of its future possessor free,
"without money and without price." But I have an oh-
ject in employing my means and time in this way, and
that object is to benefit the reader and do him good.

I am aware that many young men fail at the com-
mencement of business to keep any book account, trusting
to their memory the comparatively few business trans-


actions tliey may have at first. Thus they form a habit
or custom iu getting along, which, as business increases,
proves very injurious to them. My advice to every young
man is to keep a correct account of his daily transactions,
and, in the words of Chesterfield, to "lay down a method
for everything, and stick to it inviolably." Many a one
has been wronged out of his dues because of trusting
to his memory instead of keeping a regular account, as he
should have done.

Here I will jot down a few of the old maxims of life,
in the observance of which I have profited so well, and I
believe the young man who reads them and treasures
them up will be no less benefited. In my youth and
early manhood I carried with me a copy of these maxims,
most of which I had clipped from a newspaper, so that I
might read and ponder over them at my leisure:

Earn money before you spend it.

Never borrow if you can possibly avoid if.

Keep good company or none.

Never be idle.

Always speak the truth.

Make fete promises.

Live up to your engagements.

Your character cannot be essenticdly injured except


If anyone specdcs evil of you, let your life be so thcd
no one ivill believe him.

Save when you are young to spend ivhen you are old.

Money saved is better than money earned, because
it can be saved in less time than you can earn it.

Do not forget to profit by your own experience.

Never specdc evil of anyone.

Be just before you are generous.

Good character is above cdl things else.


When you retire to bed think over what you have been
doing during the day.

When you speak to a person look him in the face.

Ever live [misfortune excepted) tvithin your income.

Drink no iritoxicating liquors.

Do not fail to read the best book — the Bible, which
contains the most valuable knowledge in the entire cata-
logue of books, and if you would be refreshed each day
of your life with some good thought, recall some passage
you may have learned from the "Book of Books." Poverty
and shame shall be to him that refuseih instruction; bid he
that regardeth reproof shall be honored (Prov. xiii:18).
" A young man idle is an old man needy." I do not ad-
vise the young man to become a miser, by saving, nor a
spendthrift by extravagance. Seneca says: " It is one
thing to know how to give, and another thing 7iot to know
how to keep," and all acts of generosity or benevolence
should be governed by the moral laid down by Thomas a
Kempis — " Man considereth the deeds, but God weigheth
the intentions.'''' If you arrive at the cross-roads (figura-
tively speaking) stop and think before you farther go.
There is one right ivay, but here you find two wrong ways.
Do not choose either of them ; turn not to the right nor to
the left, the straight path is duty and leads to honor.

Kemember that not what we earn but what we save
will help us in the future. Thrift is the fuel of magnifi-
cence. Years ago some one speaking of the writer in-
quired, " How does he get along so well? I can't see for
my part; I know he doesn't earn any more than I do or
anyone else." The reply came: " You seldom go to the
bank except to borrow money, and they say he goes there
regularly every week to deposit part of what he has
earned or taken in during that period," Well, in truth, I
did save part of what I earned, and to my wife is due a
great share of the credit.


The following colloquy between some ladies, my wife
being one of them, I happened to partly overhear one
day on coming in from labor. They were comparing my
twin brother with myself as regarded our respective dis-
positions in the matter of generosity. Said one of the
ladies [who had been a school-mate of mine], "Frank
[as my tAvin brother Avas usually called] was always very
liberal with his apples, or whatever he had, at school; he
would give away the last he had;" and to this my wife
added: "Yes, and you could not say that of his mate."
To this I replied, as I entered the apartment: "I admit
Frank gave more apples and candy to the school girls
than I did; but I have had time to improve my generosity
since then, and now I have the pleasure of presenting
some of these girls with a copy of my Souvenie. Strange
to say, some of my old school-mates are still single, but
I intend to treat all who are yet living as generously as
my brother did."

" Life is before you, from the fated road
You cannot turn, then take you up the load,
Not yours to tread or leave th' unknown way,
You must go o'er it, meet you what you may.
Gird up your souls within you to the deed.
Angels and fellow-spirits bid you speed."


Eeader, if you have access to the book entitled "The
Koyal Path of Life," from which above lines are taken,
I entreat you to read it. If you have not the work, and
wish to have a good book, get it; the perusal of it will
fill your soul with happiness. A certain writer has said,
"We are known by the company we keep," while another
avers that " we are known by the books we read." De-
pend upon it, whatever we do bears some relationship to
our character. It is like a finger-board pointing out the
path in wliich our future lies, and Avhen we arrive at our


destination we are commended or condemned according to

our deeds.

"Labor conquers all things."

"AVe want not time, but diligence, for great perform-
ances," says Dr. Johnson, and if half our lives is spent in
idleness, you know what the world will call us. A good
recommendation for a young man is to have it said of him
that he is industrious, and is careful of his earnings.
He who saves to-day is a day better off than he who puts
it off till to-morrow. It is in the plastic youth that
habits, good, bad or indifferent, are formed; and let no
one think he can conquer the first impressions of his
youth, and in youth there should be no such word as fnil.
Bulwer Lytton puts the following in the mouth of Riche-
lieu: "In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves for
a bright manhood, there is no such word as 'fail.'"

When we look around us to find out who the success-
ful men in the community are, do we not discover they
are those who do, not those who say and do not? Mark
Twain humorously illustrates this: "The hen," says he,
"displays true wisdom — she never cackles until after she
has laid." Many a young man talks, but fails to per-
form. What is the use of theory without practice?

"If little labor, little are our gains;
Man's fortunes are according to his pains."


On December 24, 1886, while in Meadville on busi-
ness, and after settling with Mr. S. Merrill, the hay
merchant, who is known as the " farmer's friend," he
paid my boys a pleasing compliment. I remarked to him
that Fred had brought a load of apples to market that
day, and that Frank and Guinnip had gone with their


teams to Warreu County, Peini., to haul logs to a mill
which they were helping to stock.* "You have three
boys," remarked Mr. Merrill, as he handed me a check
for nearly $250, " You have three boys, of whom you
need not be ashamed. I am acquainted with them, and
I don't know where you will find any better boys." I
do not mention this with the opinion that my sons are
better or more deserving of praise than other boys, but to
show the estimation people have of them for right doing,
and to prove that if we deserve credit assuredly we shall
get it, and may our rule of life be such as we may all
merit it. "Let another's and not thine own lips praise

Young man, ask those whom you consider well ofP,
as this world goes, how they began life, and nine-tenths
Avill claim that they commenced at the foot of the ladder ;
that they earned the first dollar by hard labor — yes, and
took care of it when it came into their hands, and in the
same way they earned ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred. And
what others have done before, why not you? Of course
you can, by industry and prudence in the management of
what you earn. Try it — Be 7iot discouraged. Remember
the Lord is good to all, and you are no exception. His
tender mercies are over all His works, and right doing
will bring its reward. " God helps those who help them-
selves." He has given us the trees, men build the houses
and ships ; He made the earth, men raise their living by
cultivating it.

Young man, allow me to give you the benefit of what
little I know. I wish to offer not only words of encour-
agement, but also those of truth, and to call your atten-
tion to the doings of my youth, for I doubt not many

*\Vritten since their return. The boys s-pent the winter chiefly in MiiKean
County, working for George Paish.


a farmer's sou, as well as others, will read these lines.
I was not only the youngest child in my father's family,
but, in my own opinion, as well as in that of my friends,
the most delicate, feeble and sickly, and in general terms
the least inclined to farm life of any member of the
family, so much so, indeed, that it was frequently said I
would never make a farmer; my physical disability, as
well as mental, seemed to militate against me in choosing
my occupation, but "Where there's a will there's away,"
and I feel grateful for the little success which has fol-
lowed my daily efforts in farm life ; and I must say I have
enjoyed it. In the words of Bacon: "They are happy
men whose natures sort with their vocations;" and
somewhere in the Avritings of Shakespeare we read these
words of truth :

" To business that we love we rise betimes,
And go to with delight."

Of my choice of life's work I am proud, and as a
farmer I read with unalloyed pleasure the saying of Jon-
athan Swift: "and he gave it as his opinion that whoever
could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to
grow upon the spot where one had grown before, would
deserve better of mankind, and render more essential ser-
vice to his country than the whole race of politicians put

In this Avorld our ears catch the sound of the three
best Avords in the English language— MOTHER, HOME
and HEAVEN. Well do I know what it is to have a
mother; and that mother did much toward making a
home. I ask, should a young man do less in trying in
the morning of life to lay the foundation toward securing
a good home? The best sisters INDUSTRY has are
ECONOMY and PRUDENCE ; the latter will aid you in


builuiug your home after the other two have provided the
material. He who does not value a home may spend all
his life without ever owning one, and never realize the
solid comfort derived by a family possessing a good home
of their own. Permit me to quote a single sentence from
Col. C. Charlton's letter to illilstrate what must be done
if success is to be courted: "You battled with poverty
and untoward circumstances, and you triumphed over all
obstacles." This remark by Col. Charlton brings to my
recollection something a venerable man, still living, said
of me years ago: "He not only hopes for success, but
forces it by diligent labor and prudence."

Young man, if life is a battle, do not give up the field
to the enemy. Remember, others have Avon the victory, so
can you. As I have already intimated, when I began the
struggle to secure a home, I was like a disabled soldier.
Many obstacles towered up mountain high before me. In
the opinion of some of my friends my early marriage was
a hindrance to success, financially. My frail constitution
and infirm health generally Avas a barrier in my Avay,
especially so were I to folloAv farming; then my dullness
of apprehension, in choosing an occupation I was but ill-
fitted for, was another reason advanced why I should fail.
Many more reasons could I give, but I will forbear. Yet
it seems that in my "lexicon of youth" there was no such
word as fail. The ship was not only bliilt, but launched
and finished, ready for her trial trip, and four years'
service as a common laborer seemed to satisfy, the
lookers-on that I was now able to begin farming on my
own account, or (to follow up my figure of speech) put to
sea in charge as captain of the ship. Do you care to
know hoAv I felt as I looked out on life's open sea, hoping
at least for a part of Avhat was before me? I hope I will
not be charged Avitli excess of language Avhen I say I felt


within me that same venturesome spirit and true courage
that inspired the founders of our Government to write the
Declaration of Independence; and it only remained for
me to be as loyal to God, my country and my fellow- citi-
zens, to which I can add that any failures of my life can
be attributed to a lack of compliance with this loyalty.

I love the thoughts of good men. I received a letter
not long since from my friend, Hon. G. B. Delamater,
once my school teacher, in which he says: "You have
been a laborer. You did not use up all the products of
your labor in useless or worse than useless expenditures.
The surplus products of your labor became capital or ac-
cumulated labor." How true! And yet, how few young
men, comparatively speaking, profit by the proper man-
agement of their surplus money or capital.

Being in Meadville on January 8, 1887, I found my-
self near the old academy which I used to attend, with a
few books under my arm, some students being in ad-
vance of me, also carrying books. Presently I met an
old acquaintance. Horatio Wright by name, who asked
me if I were "still going to school." "Yes," I replied,
meaning that all of life is a school; and when the term
closes I want to go home, where " we have friends over
there, over there." Even this little episode brought up
recollections of the past, and joy came with it. The books
I carried were three copies of my Souvenir, and perhaps
I unintentionally felt a little proud. One of the books
had been sought or requested of me for the City Library
by my friend Col. S. B. Dick, who said that if I did not
wish to present it, he would. The other two copies were
— one for a prominent business man of Meadville, the
other for my old friend O. G. Chase, of Jamestown, N. Y.,
who was also my father's friend and acquaintance in youth.


"I hold the world but as the world,
A stage where every man must play his part."


These thoughts are but the simple record of a life's
daily occurrences; and it is well for us to consider how
the whole journey of life is made up, in order that we
may make the best use of it. We have only to reflect as
to how time is measured — by the second, minute, hour,
day, week, month and year. As " the pennies make the
dimes, and the dimes make the dollars," so the hours
make the day, and the days make the year, and the num-
ber of years that make up a life-time is easily told. The
longest life is but a parcel of moments. The days of our
years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of
strength they he fourscore years, yet is their strength la-
bor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and tee fly auay
(Psalm xc: 10.). Young man, keep in view what life is,
what it was given for, and to whom we are accountable
for how it is spent. Ask yourself, how should I live to
insure the greatest blessing here and eternal happiness
hereafter ?

In view of the fact that the experience of other people
has been a lesson to me, and that I have profited by their
example, I wish here to call the attention of not alone young
men, but of all who may read tliis volume to the grandest
period of my life, when I found a change, a being born
again, becoming a new creature ; the choosing of the bet-
ter way; the coming to God through faith in His Son,
and the obtaining of grace to cover all my sins. Had it
not been for this change, how sad indeed would my life
have been! Darkness would have covered it as the waters
cover the mighty deep. Think you I could ever forget
such a turning point in my life? And then to have a ray
of that glorious light continued not only through my


joutli and early manhood, but to the present time. Mar-
vel not, therefore, that I sit down with joy in my heart this
night to place on record what I have written.

Holidays bring pleasure, and we look forward to them
with pleasant anticipations, not being likely to overlook
them. Year by year our birthdays come round, and
who does not honor them ? So with gratitude and humility
I celebrate the anniversaries of my return to the Giver of
Life. I have now almost reached the thirty-ninth mile-
stone on the highway of my journey as a Christian, my
conversion having taken place January 10, 1851. I
rejoice that my heart is willing to respond with love and
gratitude to the great Author of my being for the innum-
erable blessings, both temporal and spiritual, with which
he has strewn my pathway.

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