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text was : Whai I do now ye Jaiow not, but ye sliall Jmoio
hereafter. The text and sermon were very appropriate
as Mr. Simmons, like my wife, had been afflicted nearly
a year, and we often wonder at the trials of our loved
ones and their afflictions, and seek a reason; but the
Bible comes to our relief and tells us we shall know
all in good time, and what is now seemingly so mysterious
in our Lord's doings will one day be made clear. I be-
lieve this, and it brings rest and comfort to us here amid
our deepest distress. Leander was interred in Lake
View Cemetery, Jamestown, N. Y., eight miles from Har-
mony. It was cold but pleasant, and we had carriages
and buggies instead of sleighs; nevertheless I was re-
minded as we neared the cemetery of the cold weather
and deep snows that prevailed when his father, Philander
Simmons, was interred in December, 1882, a funeral that
my wife and I attended. Ira Simmons died in 1867 and
is buried in Lake View Cemetery. There are at present
four sons and four daughters left with an aged mother
to mourn, with the afflicted family, the death of Leander.
The family left consists of his widow, two sons and two
daughters, of which children three are married. As the
four brothers of the deceased gently bore the casket and
lowered it into its resting place, I was touchingly re-
minded of the last tribute of myself and three sons as we
tearfully placed the form of wife and mother under its
covering of flowers and dew.



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CHRISTMAS, 1888.

"Stronger tlian oak, in apparel so green, .
And trappings so fair to see,
With its precious freight for small or great
Is the beautiful Christmas tree."

Preparations had been made for an entertainment
and Christmas tree at State Eoad Methodist Episcopal
Church for the Sunday-school, Miss R. Hempson and
myself having been chosen to buy the presents. We
sometimes get a position by being generous, but I will
not say I got this one in that way. I was like a child
that was hungry. I asked for if, and was honored by
our school with the appointment. Now the planning and
arranging were our part of the program, raising the
funds wherewith to buy presents was quite another, and
certainly not the least in importance. My intention as
expressed at the meeting was that each scholar should
have a gift, no one to be passed by, and I had told the
school that I would warrant the tree to have at any rate
$5 worth of presents. The society raised $5 more,
which with other subscriptions increased the total con-
tributions to ^11.85. My lady friend met me in Mead-
ville on Monday, December 24, at 11a. m., the same hour
that my brother met me to go on our business and pleas-
ure trip of which I have already written.

1 remember when I was quite a youth I frequently
prayed that the Lord would grant me a useful and active
life, and I am sure he has answered my prayer. On the
present occasion, as on many others, I confess I had
many errands to do before leaving Meadville, but none
more pleasant than selecting Christmas gifts for our Sab-
bath-school children. It had been reported to me that
we had twenty-five or thirty scholars during the winter.



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and as I considered I could buy no better present than a
neat Testament, I procured at the book-stores forty copies,
thinking that would be sufficient; but on meeting my
lady friend she informed me the number of scholars was
sixty-three instead of twenty-five or thirty, so I bought
twenty-five more, making in all sixty-five; and I wish to
say here tliat when a Sunday-school child* gets a better
present than a New Testament, I want to hear of it. I
have carried a pocket Testament nrany a day, out of
which I have read the grandest truths and noblest words
ever uttered or written — -words of Life, ETEENAL
LIFE, EVEELASTING LIFE.

This Book tells not only of this life but of the life
beyond. The reading of the Bible, so useful to me all
through life makes it of such value to me that I wish
every child in the Sunday-school to profit in a similar
way; and that is my reason for giving each a Testament, f

ADDRESS BY F. C. WAID.

December 24, 1888.

To our Sabbath-school and especially to the children, I want to
say to you little boys and girls, although I can not be with you on this
happy occasion and share yonr pleasure and happiness, yet I repeat
the words I spoke to you last Sunday: i love you. And as I told you
if I could not be present I would give $5 to buy presents to put on
the Christmas tree. And then when the committee on program put
my name down for an address, they seemed to call for sometliing more
than money. But you who were present remember I promised to do
the best I could; that if I was absent I would write a letter, make some
remarks and give some advice to the children.

It is said in my biography there are three things I love. But then
there are more. Those things spoken of are a Book, a Newspaper and
a Friend, and there is also connected with this thought the idea, I love

* I remember going to school barefooted, and I have heard my wife, Eliza, say
that she aud several others used to go several miles to Sunday-school and church at
Mead Corners, and that her sister and she would often carry their fine shoes part of the
way, putting them on again before reaching their destination, so as to save them.
That is how we did years ago when going to Sunday-school ; to-day the value received
is more than the sacrifice made or shame endured.

1 1 was asked by my lady friend to write down what I wished placed on the fly-leaf

of each Testament, so I jotted down the following: Prfsented to by MelhodUt

Episcopal Church State Road Sunday-school, December 25, 1888.



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the Sunday-school. I have always loved the Sabbath-school, and allow
me to say from my early childhood, indeed I cannot go back in my
recollections beyond the time when I did not attend the Sunday-school
at old State Road. I do remember of my parents having my twin
brother, Franklin, and myself accompany them to Sunday-school and
church, when we were very small boys. And I want to thank the
Lord for his goodness to me, for I have had the privilege and enjoyed
the pleasure of coming to Sunday-school and church up to last Sunday,
December 23,4888.

Children do you think it strange that I should love the Sunday-
school? I only wonder why I do not love it more, and do more for it
and for you whom I love so well. Now let me speak of The Book,
Newspaper and Friend. If you think I have had any success in life
let me point from whence I think it came. Children this is for you just
as much as these presents are for our school. Of course we would be
glad to give presents to everybody, but on this Merry Christmas we
want to remember you especially, and encourage you both with advice
and some token of our love accompanied by a present, The Book out
of which I have learned the great lessons of life is the Bible. Study
it, practice its teachings; it is the chart that will guide you safe
through the journey of life. It teaches us to obey our parents and
give our hearts to the Lord.

The Bible is dearer to me now. I love it more than ever, because
I ha\'e learned a little more of it, and I have found so much knowl-
edge in it, that has been useful to me. I want you, dear children, to
study it, and you will be glad in after years that you attended Sunday-
school, listened to the gospel and obeyed the truth. I cannot close
without saying, give your hearts to the Lord, for it is written: Son,
• Daughter, give me thy heart.

Written Monday morning in haste, December 24, 1888.

F. C. Waid.

P. S. — While you enjoy a merry Christmas, I wish you a happy
New Year.

December 24, 1888, to Janiiary 3, 1889— [My brother,
G. N,, and I, visit Athens, N. Y., and other places. See
page 90. ]

January 25, 1889 — [To-day I wrote some "Retrospec-
tive Thoughts," which may be found at page 98.]

February 28, 1889— [My visit to Washington, D. C,
in company with my brother-in-law, G. W. Cutshall, for
an account of which see page 99.]

March 26, 1889 — I wrote the following while in
Washington.



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" Weep not for the dead,
Thy sighs and tears are unavailing;
Vainly o'er the cold dark bed
Breaks the voice of thy loud wailing.
The dead — the dead they rest;
Sorrow and strife and earthly woes
No more shall harm the breast,
Nor trouble their deep, calm repose.
Weep not for the dead."

I have spoken in another place of my desire to leave
this city in order to attend my son's wedding. I wish to
give some of the reasons for ray anxiety to be -present,
and to say a few words concerning home life, as I experi-
enced it, before and after my marriage. I was married
the day that I attained my majority, and thirty-four years
of married life taught me the value of a good home.
Peace and order reigned in my father's house, but per-
haps I did not quite so thoroughly appreciate it then, as
I did when, after marrying, I had my own hearthstone
and fire; but I must say that quiet and contentment are
to me the greatest blessing that can surround a home.
We should ask ourselves how ought we to live to bring
about such a state of blessedness in the little circle at
home. Let me answer in my own way and say that I am
perfectly assured that the homely but true sentence, " To
be good is to be happy," is the key-note of happiness in
families as it is in individuals. Do right, and you will
have a happy life on earth and a certain home in heaven.
I wish also to speak of the value of a good companion in
the highest sense of that word, a companion that you can
lean upon in time of trouble and distress, and that will
share heartily your joys as well as your sorrows, in fact
enter into and be a part of your very life. You may see
from this, again, how anxious I was to be near my son
when he chose his partner for this life's journeyings. I
had a companion such as I have described during all the



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years of my manhood, and it is only since my dear wife
died, July 4, 1888, to the present writing, in March, 1889,
that I have known what it is to be alone without a congen-
ial helpmate. What has made my life colder and more
devoid of joy in the past months will be better understood
when I tell you that, during my boyhood days, I had a true
and trusted twin brother who stood ever firmly by my
side, and did for me what none other could do in the way
of companionable intercourse. He died soon after he was
twenty-one years of age, up to which time my father's
family had remained unbroken by death. I do not mean
it to be understood that I loved my twin brother so dearly
as to fall short in affection for the others, for such is not
the case. The memory of all is very dear to me. People
have asked me if I thought that there was more natural
affection between twin brothers than between others of
the same family. My brother and I were wedded by the
ties of nature, and the natural affection was fostered by
our being encouraged to seek each other's company, and
to learn to love more and more day by day. Added to
this we were invariably dressed alike, got into trouble and
out of trouble together, slept together in our little trun-
dle bed, and were ever ready to stand up for each other.
We, in short, battled life together; when one fell the
other lifted him to his feet. From the foregoing you will
see that my minority was in the highest sense of the
word blessed by companionship.

But it is to my wife that I must now turn. It must
now be evident from what I have written how much of
my life my twin brother filled, and I cannot but think
that it was well for me that ere he had gone I had chosen
my life's partner. It was but a few weeks before his
death, that Eliza C. Masiker and I were married, and so
that in my bereavement I had not only comfort from on



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high, but the solace that is drawn from the knowledge of
possessing that nearest and dearest of all earthly friends,
a true loving wife. Solomon has said: Whoso findeth a
wife findeth a good thing and ohtaineth favor of tlie Lord.
Praise is certainly due unto the Lord, when I think what
he hath done for me. You may say to me, my reader:
" Certainly you had reason to praise God, when in your
youth you were surrounded by loving kindred and had
your still more loving wife at your side; but how is it
now that she has been taken away ? " Let me reply to you
in the words of Job: The Lord gave and the Lord hath
taJien aivay; blessed he the name of the Lord.

I wish to write a few words in memory of my de-
parted wife, whom I trust, one day will be the first to
greet as I pass to the other shore. She was dear to all,
but especially dear unto me, who with her shared equally
the joys and sorrows of life for so many years. During
this time I knew to the fullest extent the blessing of God's
gift to man— a noble wife. We frequently spoke together
of the close of life, and at one time she said to me earnest-
ly: " Francis, you will be left alone." I caressed her and
asked her not to speak of death, for it pained me deeply,
and said that I might be the first to be taken away. But
she persisted, and repeated the words, the remembrance
of which comes to me now with great sorrow and a feel-
ing of loneliness; " Dear Francis, you will be left alone."
The feeling of being utterly alone, when you have had
for so many years a close companion, causes a sense of
complete desolation. This feeling is expressed in a letter
of condolence I received from a friend, Mr. J. M. Eunk,
just after my wife's death; he says: "I wish to extend to
you my sincere sympathy in this the most lonely time of
your active life." I feel the force of this most keenly,
and I am to-day learning one of the greatest lessons of



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life. The master who is teaching it is too wise to
err, and too good to be unkind, and He afflicts only
for our own sakes, I have found, during this period
of deep melancholy and bereavement, that there is joy and
comfort to be found in our Lord Jesus Christ, and I have
found His grace sufficient for me. I have thought often
during these past months of sorrow, that there could be
no journey too perilous to undertake, no danger too great
to be faced, no property too valuable to be hazarded for
the inestimable privilege of once again seeing my dear
wife's face. I would willingly go where the waves wash
the lonely shore of the farthest isle in the farthest sea,
could I hope once more to look upon her. But well
knowing the uselessness of such a voyage, I feel it better
to turn unto Him who said : Come unto me all ye that are
heavy laden, and I will give yon rest, and there seek my
peace. Jesus also said: In my father'' s house are many
mansions; I go to prepare a place for you, that where I
am there may ye he also; and when Eliza died she smiled
these words back to us: "I will meet you in one of my
Father's many mansions." My dying brother said: "I
will meet you in heaven," and from the thoughts of see-
ing them there I draw my greatest comfort. The influ-
ence of Eliza's life is helping me; it is a blessed memory,
and I must say with the Bible, that the righteous are had
in everlasting remembrance. Her thousand acts of kind-
ness live to comfort us, and none shared in them more
deeply than her husband and children.

My acquaintance Avith my wife began several years
before our engagement. I think that the first time I
saw her was when going to her father's house to borrow
for my uncle, William Morehead, a cross-cut saw. Our
courtship began some time after that, but we were not
formally engaged until March 25, 1853, thirty-six years



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ago yesterday. Some of my younger readers may ask:
" How did you put the question, since you have been
kind enough to give the date?" Well, I will tell you:
On the evening mentioned, as we sat together with hands
and hearts united, I mustered up sufficient courage to
say: " Eliza, do you love me well enough to marry me?""
"Yes, Francis," she replied, "I think I do; in fact, I
know that I do." That was a happy day for me, and I
have seen many since, and I do not wish it thought that
I am complaining when I speak now of my loneliness and
sorrow.

I will pass over the thirty-four years of our married
life, and speak of its close. Although stricken by dis-
ease a year before her death, I thank my Heavenly
Father that my wife was, to a great extent, able to fulfill
the little social duties of life that rendered her last days
cheerful. She was able to call upon friends, and to drive
out in pleasant weather. Our last call was made on Fri-
day before she died, and was upon my son, Guinnip, who
lives at the old homestead of Ira C. Waid. There our
engagement was made, and our wedded life entered upon.
Near it we had lived, and to it was her last visit paid. It
seems to me remarkable that we should have been al-
lowed to visit the old place once more just as life for one
of us was about to close.

Come now with me to the parlor of our home, for the
last scene draws nigh. Eliza was apparently bright upon
Sunday, and was engaged about the house to some ex-
tent on Monday, but on Tuesday she began to fail raj)-
idly. I was by her side until 11 o'clock Tuesday even-
ing, when I laid down for a short time, and fell asleep. I
was soon aroused by the nurse, and hurrying to the par-
lor, where my dear wife lay, I saw that the end was at
hand. The last vestige of hope fled as I looked upon



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lier face. My son, Fred, with the nurse and her sister, were
then present, and as I wished the entire family I sent for
Guinnip, Frank, Aunt Jane and Uncle George Cutshall.
They came, and, as we surrounded her bedside ber pure
spirit lied to its Celestial Home, but not before her face
was illumined by two heavenly smiles, the memory of
which will be effaced from our hearts — never.

The following tribute to Eliza's memory is from the
pen of her last pastor, the Christian, kind-hearted Rev.
M. Miller:

The writer of these Hues officiated as pastor at the funeral of Mrs.
Eliza Waid. consort of F. C. Waid, on the 5th of July, 1888, at the
Methodist Episcopal Church in Blooming Valley, Crawford County,
Penn. The large concourse of people there assembled told as to her
standing in the community. Because of her noble Christian charac-
ter I am glad to avail myself of the opportunity of leaving a few lines
on the pages of history to her honored memory. Though an extreme
sufferer for a long time she attended the house of God, and listened
with great delight to the precious Gospel until within a few weeks of
her death. She was glad when thej' said unto her, " Let us go into the
house of the Lord." Her deep interest in the sermon and her earnest
testimony in the class-meeting were inspiring to all. She fully be-
lieved God's precious promises, and endured her afflictions as seeing
Him who is invisible. How cheering to those who are bereft! what a
benediction to husband and children! Her activity and great concern
for the salvation of sinners was certainly owned and blessed of God
in the last protracted effort she attended, but the element of character
which surpassed all the rest presents her in the light of a peacemaker.
How ready she was to labor with her neighbors in the intei'est of rec-
onciliation. Her's is the promise " Blessed are the peacemakers, for they
shall be called the children of God." Let us imitate her in this regard.
Innocent and harmless herself, she tried to make everyone else the
same.

She will be greatly missed in her home, in the church and in the
community. But her record is on high and she is doubly blessed
with the saints on high. She is calling us to follow on to know the
Lord. May God comfort the bereaved ones and help us all to imitate
her Godly example. Blessed are the deadicho die in the Lord.

Written at DuBois, Penn., November 13, 1888. by her last pastor,

M. Miller.



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April 2, 1889 — [On this day I wrote " Some thoughts
before leaving home," which will be found at page 105.]

April 4, 1889 — On the evening of this day I had the
pleasure of attending the wedding of my esteemed friends,
Wallace Mook and Luella Floyd, at the home of her par-
ents, Mr. and Mrs. George Floyd, in Saegerstown, Penn.

April 10 to July 24, 1889 — [Here comes my second
trip to Kansas, along, in part, with my son, Franklin, an
accouirt of which will be found at page 109.]

August 23 to September 4, 1889 — [My wife, Anna, and
I visit Jamestown and Chautauqua, N. Y., and the reader
is referred to page 144 for an account of same.]

September 8, 1889 — To-day my wife and I attended
church, and afterward brought the pastor and Mr. McCool,
of Meadville, home with us to dine.

September 12, 1889 — This is the sixtieth anniversary
of Aunt Matilda J. Outshall's birthday, and my wife and
I formed a part of a pleasant gathering at her home. I
gave my sister-in-law, and other relatives and friends,
our photograph. The following account of the interest-
ing event is from the Pennsylvania Farmer':

At the pleasant farm house of G. W. Cutshall, Randolph Township,
Crawford County, Peun., was celebrated the sixtieth birthday of
Matilda J. Cutshall, his wife, who was born in Luzerne County, Penn.,
September 12, 1829, and married September 17, 1853. So in five days
more she might have celebrated her wedding anniversary. F. C. Waid
thinks of this as he remembers that his fiftieth birth-day and twenty-
ninth wedding anniversary, held April 23, 1883, were celebrated in one.

P. M. Cutshall delivered an appropriate address, in a brief but
happy manner, after which F. C. Waid expressed his pleasure in being
present, and entertained the company substantially as follows:

"About thirty-seven years ago, before Mr. Cutshall and Matilda J.
Masiker were married, and I know it was before Eliza C. Masiker and
myself were married, we were ail at the Jacob Masiker farm, where
we walked up the lane and through the orchard, till we came to where
the ripe, rosy, luscious peaches attracted out attention. It is needless
to say that excellent peaches, handsome girls and happiness made the
time a happy one. This was the beginning of better days to us. Life



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is a success when we win and hold the friendship formed in youth.
The golden chain grows brighter as the brief years go by, and we are
here to day to celebrate the sixtieth birth-day of one worthy of our
esteem, one who has, thus far in life, bestowed much true friendship,
generosity and kindness upon her numerous acquaintances. We who
are here to-day, and share the pleasures and blessings of this happy
home, are only a few of those who rise up and call her blessed. Do
you know this good work has been going on forty years'? See what
there is iu friendship. Tiiis child, little Leon, spoke it in his act, when
he, at the age of five years, picked berries, earned a dime, and made
his grandma a present. Such a boy will make his mark in the world.
It looks noble, self-supporting, to rely on his own efforts instead of
others. It is none of your cheap generosity, handing over to a friend
what costs you nothing; certainly it is far better than cheap giving.
The world is waiting for such children to grow up and fill useful occu-
pations in life. There was one born sixty years ago to-day, whose
presence has cheered and her hands helped humanity ever since. The
Lord Master said. She has done ichat she could, and the words apply in
this case. May her life be spared many years until the good Master
calls her home."

Mr. Cutshall responded to calls, and made some spicy remarks,
after which Mr. Waid addressed a few commendatory words to the
generous host, which all present echoed.

Presents were given, and Mr. Waid had the pleasure of introduc-
ing his accomplished wife to the many new friends, and a goodly
number of photographs of tlie worthy couple were carried away bv
friends.

September 14, 1889 — After transacting some business
in Meadville Anna and I drove to the home of my cousin,
Robert A. Fergerson. This was a visit long looked for-
ward to by us with all the pleasures of anticipation. We
will spend the Sabbath day here, a privilege that in years
past I have more than once enjoyed.

Sunday September 15 — We drove this fine morning
to tlie Lutheran Church, and arrived in time for both ser-
mon and Sunday-school. At the conclusion of the serv-
ice we visited Watson's Run Cemetery on the hillside
near the church. It consists of about four acres of ground,
has large shade trees within its bounds, and is handsomely
decorated with neatly trimmed evergreens. After dinner



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we called upon John Moreliead, and found liim and liis



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