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ure and comfort they bring to me! Then the afternoon
had yet another sweet pleasure in store for me in my
having the privilege of presenting a Bible to John F.
Breed on his eightieth birthday, to give to his great-
grandchild, Shirley Chipman, a seven-year-old boy, who
was present when I handed the book to Mr. Breed. This
boy's grandfather, Edward Chipman, was a schoolmate
of mine, and also at one time a pupil. A number of
relatives of the old gentleman were gathered at his home
to congratulate him on the occasion, and I had an oppor-
tunity of thanking Mrs. Phebe Jones, of Buffalo, N. Y.
(Mrs. Breed's youngest daughter), for her kind letter of
sympathy, conveying a tribute to the memory of Eliza.
From Mr. Breed's I went to see my brother, who accom-


paiiied me in a walk to our friend, William Smith, living
about two miles from town, where we remained, each of
us enjoying an old-fashioned visit such as brings a three-
fold pleasure in Anticipation, Participation and Remem-
brance. You know, friend reader, there are such visits,
and this was one of them. We had each over fifty years
of life from which to gather our experience, and we had
not met together for a long time; yet how quickly the
evening passed away! On the following day I again
called on my sick neighbor, Mr. Miller, whom I found no
better; then went to Mr. Glenn Fleek's to see his aged
father-in-law, Mr. Henry Kelley, in verity a patriarch,
born September 14, 1800, and whom I had known from
my boyhood.

Sunday, February 8.— This turned out a profitable
day for me all round. Where labor is followed by rest
and duty by pleasure, what a blessing they bring! In the
morning I attended the State Street M. E. Church Sab-
bath-school, and at the close I was invited to address a
few words to the children. One thought I expressed was
the value of time and place when and where I love to see
children. If time is more valuable than gold, why then
not make the best use of it? And where can we make a
better use of time than by employing an hour in the Sun-
day-school? I have seen children in many places, but I
do not remember of ever looking on them with greater
pleasure than in the Sabbath- school, where we all learn
the most useful lessons, especially the young, for here
they receive their equipment for life's journey. In the
forenoon there was preaching by our pastor. Rev. J. Lav-
erty, his text being John xv: 15: But I have called you
fj'iends. I love the Gospel, and, as I have often thought
and said, let it do me good as it doeth the upright in
heart, so as I can repreach and practice it in my life


work. A good class-meeting followed the service, and
in the afternoon a prayer meeting was held in the church,
instead of the nsual "cottage-meeting." In the evening
I heard Dr. T. C. Beach preach in the First M. E.
Church from Matthew vii: 20: Wherefore by their fruits
ye shall know them, a passage in Scripture I had many a
time read, and heard expounded. I had heard Dr. Beach
tAvice before — once in his own church and once at Coch-
ranton, last month, as already related. He who loves home
best has the greatest appreciation of good things when
he goes abroad; at least that is how I have found it in
the line of my experience. That passage of Scripture he
spoke on to-night. Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know
them, reminds me that there is something about the Bible,
the Gospel, that never loses its attraction to the Chris-
tian. It never grows stale or unprofitable by being read
and studied over and over again. We love it more and
more as the years roll by. It is better farther on.

" How sweet is the Bible! how pure is the light
That streams from its pages divine!
'Tis a star that shines soft thought the gloom of the night,—
Of jewels a wonderful mine.

" 'Tis bread for the hungry, 'tis food for the poor,
A balm for the wounded and sad,—
'Tis the gift of a father — His likeness is there,
And the hearts of His children are glad."

February 9. — It is said that only one individual in a
thousand lives to see eighty, and only one in ten thousand
reaches the patriarchal age of a hundred years. In the
married life how few live to see their fiftieth wedding an-
niversary! probably not one in a thousand. I can name,
however, an exception in my own family, in the person of
my uncle, Robert Morehead, who lived fifty years with


his second wife! Now the reader will perhaps be won-
dering what all this has got to do with February 9, 1891,
and I must reveal the truth to him or her — it is the fif-
tieth anniversary — " Golden Wedding " — of my most
esteemed and well-beloved old friends, Mr. and Mrs. John
Roudebush, * of Blooming Valley, whom I have known
from my earliest recollections, having lived within a mile
of their abode all my life. That I received an invitation
to join, with many other guests, in the appropriate cele-
bration of this semi-centennial, goes without saying, and on
my arrival at the home of the happy couple I received a
most friendly and cordial greeting. My only regret
was that my dear wife, Anna, was not with me to contrib-
ute to the pleasure of the gathering, and share in the
many hospitalities extended. On account of her health
she is still with her parents in Kansas, but I hope the
day is not far distant when she will be restored, by the
blessing of God, to sound health. Notwithstanding the
day was wet, there was a large gathering of relatives and
friends, young and old, who all heartily enjoyed them-
selves; and so eager was I to be present that I walked
from Meadville, and on reaching my home stopped to get
a couple of books I intended to present to Mr. and Mrs.
Roudebush, as small tokens of remembrance, the true
value of which would be found between the boards.
These books were the Bible and a copy of my Second
SouvENiK, and in them I wrote the following:

* Mr. Eoudebush was born April 18, 1818, in Bedford County, Penn., and has
been a resident of Woodcock Townsliip, Crawford County, Penn., since 1824; Mrs.
Lucy J. Roudebusli is a daugliter of Josepli and Sarali Armstrong, early settlers of
Troy Township, also in this county.

She ^ibU.


Presented to Lucy and John Roudebush, by Frances C. A\'aid,
Blooming Valley, Pa., February 9, 1891.

P. S.— If my request meets with your approbation, I wish you to
leave this Bible, and also the Souvenir, with your children in remem-
brance of your Fiftieth "Wedding Anniversary which I had the pleas-
ure of attending.

F. C. Waid.


Presented to 3Ir. and Mrs. John Roudebush February 9, 1891, on
their Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary, the " Golden Wedding." by
Francis C. Waid, Blooming Valley, Crawford Co., Pa.

Remembrance and Friendship are valuable all along the journey
of life, and real friends appreciate it. May we bequeath it to our
children. Please give this book to yours as a token of our life-long

A Friend loveth at (ill times.

F. C. Waid.

After the banquet, to which all were freely welcomed,
came congratulatory addresses and appropriate speeches,
the first of which was a poem written for the occasion and
read by Mrs. Nancy Floyd. The verses presented a brief
sketch of the Roudebush Family, and was very interest-
ing. This was followed by an address by Mr. Humes,
who in the course of his remarks paid Mr. Roudebush
and his estimable wife a well-deserved compliment, in
saying that not only hundreds but even thousands in this
county and elsewhere respected and honored them for
their integrity and real worth. I also spoke a few words,
and one question I asked was: " Are there any here who
attended the wedding of our host and hostess fifty years
ago?" To which Mrs. Roudebush replied: "No — ihey
are all deacV Of Mr. and Mrs. Roudebush's eight
children — five sons and three daughters — seven are liv-


iiig, and four of the seven were present at the "Golden
Wedding," viz. : Benton, Almond, Effie and Ettie ; Clinton,
Lorenzo and Frank are in Europe; the eldest daughter,
Sylvania, is deceased. In concluding my necessarily
brief account of this happy event, I will quote a few words
from the "History of Crawford County," page 1159:
" Mr. Boudebush has one of the finest farms in Blooming
Valley ; has served as a justice of the peace." This worthy
and honored couple are among the best citizens of the
county, and may they long live to enjoy the fruits of their
labor !

February 12. — I received a very affectionate letter
from my wife, to-day, the purport of which set me deeply
thinking. Her health, which continues in an unsatis-
factory condition, necessitates her still remaining at her
Kansas home among her own people whom I know she
loves well. I, too, love my native county, my home, mv
family, my friends, and have never lived or had a per-
manent home anywhere else; yet I do not say these are
sufficient reasons why I should ask my wife to come here
to live, were it not for a sense of duty and what I believe
to be right. The problem, as I have presented it, I in-
tend to solve by placing it trustfully in the hands of the
Lord, do His will to the best of my ability, and leave the
results with Him, a Bock on which to rest, either at home
or abroad.

Since our marriage I have been spending part of my
time in Kansas with my wife, and part at my home near
Blooming Valley, in duty and business as best I know
how. Now, I believe, in fact I know, the Lord helps us,
when we rely on Him with faith, and the more obedient
we are to Him, and the more we trust in Him, the better
it is for us. He would not invite us to come to Him in
the time of trouble if He could not deliver us; neither


would He say " east thy burdens on me and I will sustain
thee," if He did not mean it. He is a present help in
time of frouble, mighty to save, strong to deliver. I trust
the reader will properly comprehend my motive in al-
luding in my Souvenir to what might be justly called
"purely private affairs;" but my reason I feel assured is

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