Copyright
Francis C Waid.

Twin souvenir of Francis C. Waid : comprising his First, Second, and Third souvenirs online

. (page 47 of 60)
Online LibraryFrancis C WaidTwin souvenir of Francis C. Waid : comprising his First, Second, and Third souvenirs → online text (page 47 of 60)
Font size
QR-code for this ebook


sylvania, was given a grand general reception on his
return home to Meadville. Irrespective of party politics,
all united in giving our candidate a welcome reception,



108

worthy of so prominent a man, one of good record and
noble character. Before leaving Meadville for Jamestown,
N. Y., and other points (for I am now on my way thither),
I called on Hon. W. W. Delamater, just to shake hands
and congratulate him on his success, etc., and I need
hardly add I was greeted with a most cordial and friendly
reception by him.

June 27 to July 4. — [Here comes my short trip to
Jamestown, N. Y., and other points, for an account of
which the reader is referred to page 37.]



JULY 4.

" Long, long be my heart with such memories till'd !
Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd:
You may break, you may ruin the vase if j'ou will.
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still."

The " Fourth of July " is a day to be ever remembered
by me, and held in calm and peaceful reverence. Two
years ago, to-day, Eliza passed from thiiigs temporal to
things eternal. On her fell on that bright summer morn
the mantle of immortality.

" Cold in the dust her perish'd heart may lie.
But that which warm'd it once shall never die."

Should any one ask how it is I think and speak
and write so much of my dear departed wife, my reply
would be, ' ' Can a frne lover forget his first love ? Am I
different from other men, that J should forever banish
from my thoughts the memory of her who was the Avife
of my early and later manhood, and became the mother of
my children?" No! I cannot forget, nor do I wish to
have obliterated from the tablet of my memory thoughts
of my departed wife, the most devoted of mothers, a true



100

Christian woman, kind-hearted, noble and amiable, the
leading star of my life!

In the afternoon of the day I went with an excursion
party to Conneaut Lake, where a large gathering had as-
sembled to celebrate the " Glorious Fourth." The three
little ferry steamers — Queen, Nickel Plate and Keystone
— were as busy as shuttles in a loom, as they ran to and
fro between the different wharves on the lake. And I
lacked only one thing to complete my comparative hap-
piness — the presence of my dear wife Anna, who, alas!
is still absent from me, many miles away, seeking in her
quiet paternal Kansas home restoration to health. But
who has not seen sunshine and storm on the same day;
joy and sorrow within the same hour; the rose and the
thorn on the same stem ?

" Life is a waste of wearisome liours,

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the lieart that is soonest awake to the flowers
Is always the first to be touched by the thorns."

A heavy rainstorm in the early part of the day
threatened to mar the prospective pleasures of the excur-
sionists; but it soon cleared up, after cooling the air and
laying the dust, whereat those who lamented on account
of the rain were the first to rejoice when the sun shone
again; verily, every cloud has a silver lining. At the
lake, which I had not visited for several years, although
quite near to my home, I met many of my friends, with
whom I had pleasant greetings, and when I returned
home in the evening I felt refreshed and well rewarded
by my short " Fourth-of-July Trip" to the crystal waters
of Conneaut Lake.

Sunday, July 6. — This Lord's day I spent in Mead-
ville, in company with Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Derby, with
whom I usually stop when in town. In the forenoon we



110

all three attended the M. E. (State Street) Church and
class meeting, Rev. J. Clyde officiating, and in the after-
noon Mr. Derby accompanied me a mile or two west in
order to pay our last tribute of respect to the late Joseph
Kycenceder,* who died, at his home in Vernon Township
on the 4th, at the age of eighty-seven years, having been
born in November, 1803. He was interred in the Denny
Cemetery, in the presence of a large assemblage of mourn-
ers, among whom were Uncle Robert Morehead, Robert
Fergerson, and other relatives of my own, but Mr. Derby
and I did not go to the cemetery as it is distant several
miles from Mr. Kycenceder' s late home. At 4 p. m. Mr.
Derby and I attended the Y. M. C. A. meeting, where we
heard Brother H. McClintock and others address the
members, and in the evening we listened to the exercises
of the M. E. Society in their church at Meadville, of
which Dr. Hall is pastor; but on this occasion Brother
G. S. W. Phillips, a graduate of Allegheny College, class
of 1890, filled the pulpit. The text he preached from was
Romans iii: 23. For all have sinned, and come short of
the glory of God.

Tuesday, July 8 — Being in Meadville on business to-
day, I availed myself of the opportunity to pay a visit to
my relatives. Smith Leonard and family, who live near
Meadville. Mrs. Leonard, who is my niece, I always
thought resembled my Avife Eliza in looks. I had the
pleasure of dining in the company of Mr. David Comp-
ton, who was taking the census and happened to be in
the neighborhood; he and I attended school together, one
term years ago, and we have ever since been friends. I
also called on William Magaw and Aunt Maria Lord,
and, later, on my friend Hiram Blystone who also has a
very pleasant home near Meadville. On Wednesday I

*Mr. Kyeenceder's widow did not long survive liim.



Ill

was present at the funeral of Kev. W. H. Marshall's child,
which died iu its second year a few days after Mr. Mar-
shall had sailed for Europe, and on my return home, be-
ing caught iu a severe storm I remained over night at
James McKinney's house, where a relative of mine is
living at present. For some days after this, not wishing
to abandon active work, which I enjoy, and which I always
find beneficial to my health, I helped my son Guinnip in
the hay field — mowing with a scijfhe (the boys used a
mower), hauling, loading and unloading — and also mowed
and trimmed the front yard at both Guinnip's and Fred's
place. The wheat and hay crop are both good this year
in our neighborhood, but fruit generally, such as apples,
pears and peaches, is a failure. To-day (July 12) in
the afternoon, I went to Meadville, where I received a
letter from Anna, who, I rejoice to be able to say, writes
in good spirits as her health is much improved. While
in the city I learned of the death of Capt. Leslie, and on
my way home I dropped in on Henry Smith, where to my
surprise and pleasure, I found my venerable friend Mr.
Ebenezer Hai'mon, who had left his home iu Michigan*
on Tuesday, 8th instant. He reported our relatives there
all well; and I might here mention that his son, James
(who lives on the Harmon Farm in Michigan), is married
to my niece Anna Waid, daughter of Samuel Waid. Mr.
Harmon who, by the way, is now in his eighty-second
year, visited us three years ago last June. It was quite
a pleasure and diversion for me to listen to the chat and
merry jokes between him and Mr. William Chase, Henry
Smith's father-in-law, who is in his eighty-third year, as
we sat on the verandah in the cool of the evening; they

*]VIr. Harmon moved to Mie-liigan in 1833. and still lives on his farm there at
Lake Ridge. Lenawee County. During August of 1891, in company with my brother



Online LibraryFrancis C WaidTwin souvenir of Francis C. Waid : comprising his First, Second, and Third souvenirs → online text (page 47 of 60)