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found what was wanting — -rest, peace, life and salvation,
the fruits of the spirit, joy and gladness — and I went
forth from the church, a thankful Christian, to continue
life's journey with renewed vigor and all the more zeal
as yet other words of comfort came to my thoughts:
Take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am weak
and lowly in heaii, and ye shall find rest unto your souls;
for my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Ever the
same good soul-reviving old story.

" Tell me the old, old storj^
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of .Jesus and His love.

" Tell me the story softly,

With earnest tones, and grave ;
Remember! I'm the sinner
"Whom .lesus came to save."


June 30. — There are certain things we cling to nnn-e
or less tenaciously as we pass our days on earth, for
instance, life, home, friends and our earlier day asso-
ciations; we cling to the business that brings us our
daily bread; Ave cling to property that we may have
something against a " rainy day," something to help
us Avhen old age or sickness comes to us — somethino-
to help our children, something to do good with. So
there are many things to which we cling, for we, every
one of us, need support now, and assuredly will all the
more in the future. But what is the best thinar to clino-
to most tenaciously? what is the best to choose? what
best pays? Avhat brings us the largest income as our days
and years go on? What is the best inheritance we can
leave our children? Not wealth, but a good name, a
Christian cliaracier.

Such were my thoughts this morning as I was read-
ing a chapter from the Book of Books, and I found my
answer to all these questions as ready as it is simple —
Cling io the Bible, cling to the Truth, cling to Ch rist. O what
support, what comfort, what peace and satisfaction there
is in building on the one sure foundation! How I love
to peruse the pages of that good old Book! I do not
know how often the word "blessed" occurs in the Bible,
but I do know that I love that single word as used in the
good Book and pronounced by Christ in His sermon on
tlie Mount, so many times especially in the first twelve
verses of Matthew v, where it occurs no less than nine
times. I love that portion of this ever-memorable sermon
BO much that I have committed it to writing in my Diary,,
words I learned at Sunday-school when a child, and now,
over fifty years later, are bringing me comfort, peace and.^
a prospect of Heaven.


1. And seeing the multitude, He went up into a mountain; and
wlien He was set His disciples came unto Him.

2. And He opened His mouth, and taught them, saying,

3. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for their's is the kingdom of

4. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.

5. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

6. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteous-
ness, for they shall be filled.

7. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

8. Blessed are the pure in heart, for thej^ shall see God.

9. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the chil-
dren of God.

10. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness sake,
for their's is the kingdom of heaven.

11. Blessed are j^e, when men shall revile you, and persecute you,
and shall say all manner of evil against j'ou falsely, for my sake.

12. Rejoice and be exceeding glad, for great is your reward in
heaven; for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.

This word "blessed" has so much attraction for me
that I can not refrain from quoting a few other passages
of Scripture where it occurs. How my soul loves it! I
try to penetrate the depth of tlie meaning it contains as
spoken by the Master and written according to His will
by the inspired writer, touched by the linger of His love,
and moved by His spirit.

Pmlm xxxii: 1, 2: Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven,
whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imput-
eth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

Psalm xli: 1: Blessed is he that considereth the poor; the Lord
will deliver him in the time of trouble.

Psalm Ixxxiv: 4, 5: Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house, they
will be still praising Thee. Selah. Blessed is the man whose strength
is in Thee; in whose heart are the ways of them.

Psalm cxii: 1: Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord, that de-
lighteth greatly in His commandments.

Jeremiah xcii: 7: Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord,
and whose hope the Lord is.


Joel ii: 14: Who kuoweth if he will return iiud repent, and leave
a blessing behind him; even a meat offering and a driuk offerin"- unto
the Lord your God.

James i: 12: Blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for
when he is tried, he shall receive a crown of life, which the Lord liath
promised to them that love Him.

Revelations x.r: 6: Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first

July 1. — Yesterday at noon I went ou foot to Meadville,
where I made several calls, and in the afternoon, by the
same method of locomotion, proceeded to the County Farm,
as I wished to see my brother-in-law, G. W. Cutshall, a
walk in all of not less than twelve miles, so I remained
there over night to rest. If I can get no one to accom-
pany me, why then I go alone, for I caii walk and think,
and study nature as I pass along, always learning some-
thing new. This morning I went from Mr. Cutshall's to
Mr. H. B. Stanford's (collector of State, county and poor
taxes in Woodcock Township), a walk of probably some
five or six miles. He lives near Mr. J. Wesley Lang's
place, ou the Gravel Run Road. I paid my taxes, and
Avhen I had done so Mr. Stanford said to me: "You,
Mr. Waid, pay the largest tax of any one in our township,
one hundred and sixty dollars and sixty cents. It is
worth paying such a sum now, before July 4, and save
five per cent." In the course of our conversation we
talked about our late worthy commissioner, Mr. Lang,
who died suddenly ou Saturday, June 27 last, in his
seventy -second year, having been born February 8, 1820,
in Woodcock Township, Crawford Co., Penu. I would
have attended his funeral had I known of his death in
time ; but to-day as I passed the Lang Cemetery, which
is situated but a short distance from his late home, I
stepped in and viewed his newly-made grave. While



there pausing for a few seconds I copied from the tomb-
stone near by the following inscription:

Wife op J, Wesley Lang,


My walk homeward, about five and one-half miles, on
this lovely day, by way of " Twelve Corners," is indelibly
carved on mj memory, so beautiful were the landscape
and the panoramic perspective, especially as viewed from
a rising piece of ground about two miles northwest of
Blooming Valley and the little town of that name, which
could be clearly seen, as well as the placid Woodcock
Valley extending several miles to the southwest, till the
eye catches a glimpse of the hills west of French Creek
and Saegertown — all charmingly attractive. Here and
there, in fact everywhere, are to be seen prosperous farm
homes with fertile fields, fruitful orchards and shady
woods and inviting groves, all owned by contented and
happy tillers of the soil, the humblest of whom appears
to exalt in the comforts and embellishments which his
own hands have SDread around him. In less than an
hour after feasting my eyes on this sublime picture of
Nature adorned in summer raiment, I was at my home
my day's journey occupying about twenty-three hours, my
walk, during that time, extending probably twenty-five
miles in all. I was satisfied with my day's work, and
with what I had seen and enjoyed.*

July 2. — While I was engaged in mowing the door
yard this bright morning, I was favored and encouraged
with many salutations from passers by, and was much

* All so near home. Let us live in the labors and beauties of home life as well
as when we go abroad.


pleased when Dr. S. C. Johnson,* of Blooming Valley
(Fred's brother-in-law), drove up in company with his
brother, Mr. P. F. Johnson, of Independence, Kas., and
we had a chat about eastern Kansas and other things;
then, after they had left me and I had renewed my work,
there came along, on their way to Meadville, my old friend
Mr. David S. Keep, and his wife. This was our first
meeting since his return from Ellendale, Dak., whither
Mr. Keep had several years ago gone to reside from this
his native county of which he was at one time register
and recorder,

July 3.— To-morrow is the "Glorious Fourth," and I
should like to attend the Dedication of the Soldiers'
Monument in Meadville, as Avell as the celebration of the
fifteenth anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Cutshall'sf
wedding ; but as I can not conveniently be present at both,
I send to Frank and his Avife a token of our friendship
in the form of a Bible for their only son (eleven years of
age), as a remembrance of the event, accompanied with
the following letter : ^ y*^

Blooming Valley, Penn., July 4, 1891. .«Cx
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Gutshall: I regret that I can not be present
and share in the pleasure of friends and relatives, in celebrating your
Fifteenth Wedding Anniversary. But having made previous arrange-
ments to attend the Dedication of Soldiers' Monument, and general
celebration of the Fourth of July in Meadville, it is necessary that I
should deny myself the pleasure of being present. Yet I trust you
will accept this token of my friendship — a Bible — sent as a gift to your
son Harry in remembrance of the occasion. Wishing you all a good
time, I remain respectfully.

Your Uncle,

F. C. Waid.

*Dr. S. C. Johnson attended my first wife during Dr. G. W. Weter's absence
attenduig the medical lectures at New York City, and, after, continued to come to
our home, as consulting physician, to the close of her life.

tl would here say that Frank Cutshall, G. W. Cutshall's only son, married
Miss Alice Haines ; consequently ray son Fred and Frank Cutshall are brothers-in-
law as well as cousins, and both are brothers-in-law to Dr. S. C. .Johnson, of Bloom-
ing Valley.

JUI^Y 4, 1891.

" Flag of the heroes who left xis their glory,

Borne through our battletield's th under and flame,
Blazoned in song and illumined in story,
Wave on us all who inherit their fame!
Up with our banner bright.
Sprinkled with starry light.
Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore;
While through the sounding sky.
Loud rings the nation's cry, —
Union and Liberty! — One evermore!"


The pleasant little city of Meadville, with a popula-
tion of over 11,000, was in her best holiday attire, and
her numerous guests well provided for, many of whom
had come from a far distance. The day was to be cele-
brated, as I have already intimated, by the dedication of
the Soldiers' Monument in Diamond Park. I had the
honor of being appointed one of the vice-presidents, and
was presented with a badge bearing the words, Vice-
President DedicaUo7i of Soldiei's^ Monument at Meadville^
July 4, 1891. This entitled me to a seat on the platform,


from which an excellent view of- all the proceedings was
had. The medal struck for the occasion was very neat,
and bore on one side a drawing of the Soldiers' Monument
(showing the inscription thereon, Crawford County'' s
Tribide to her loyal sons), and on the other side the words,
Jn Memory of the men of Crawford County, Pennsylvania,
ivho served in the Union Army during the Rebellion,
1861-1865. There were present to take part in the cere-
monies several Posts of the G. A. R. from various points,
with their several commanders, and they made quite a
formidable and imposing appearance in the procession
which started from Park Avenue at 11:30 a. m. for
Diamond Park.

The details of the day's proceedings are too lengthy
to give much of here, but I can not omit referring to the
excellent address of Judge J. J. Henderson, of Crawford
County, and the presentation speech of Dr. T. L. Flood,
both of which were masterpieces of patriotic eloquence;
and the accepting of the Monument on behalf of the city,
by Col. S. B. Dick. The day could not be finer, and that
part of the proceedings consisting of games, concerts,
illuminations, bicycle parade, etc., was carried out in
grand style ; in addition to which there was on exhibition
a marvel of mechanical ingenuity, in the shape of an
"Automatic City," which took the German inventor of*
the same seventeen long years of patient labor in the
constructing thereof. Every day in the year has its end,
its close, as did this memorable one, July 4, Independence
Day, the most noted in the annals of the United States of
America. And who is there among us who would not
sing with heart and voice — My countky, 'tis of thee?
Our free country and an open Bible, with the Gospel
preached to all! And so may it ever be, as long as the
sun and moon endure!


" My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrims' pride !
From every mountain side

Let freedom ring!

" My native country, thee — ■
Land of the noble, free —

Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart Avith rapture thrills

Like that above.

"Our fathers' God! to Thee,
Author of liberty.

To Thee we sing:
Long may our laud be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might.

Great God, our King ! "

But as I looked on the many joy-inviting events of
the day, as they followed in quick succession, a cloud
would from time to time intervene to darken my thoughts.
Tor this great National holiday, this anniversary of the
birth of our loved Republic, is also the anniversary of the
death of my well-beloved wife, Eliza, an event never to be
forgotten by me. I have written much on this subject,
because it stands out in such prominent relief on the
pages of my life history; and they who have been simi-
larly bereaved know what it is, and can appreciate the
value of sympathy. The evening of life has come to
me, and the shadows are growing longer, while I am
calmly waiting, waiting.




" Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown;
Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day's last beam is flown.

" Then from ont the gathered darkness

Holy, deathless stars shall rise,

By whose light my soul shall gladly

Tread its pathway to the skies."

In this faith I live on, and, best of all, God comforts me.
My pathway in life is ofttimes dreary and sad, but I trust
in the Lord. His right hand is ever near, though my sight
may be dim, but I never doubt His lovingness, and I
leave my way with Him.





In my preface to the Second Souveniu I spoke of the
encouragement I had received in my undertaking, and of
the reception my previous book had met with at the
hands of those of my kindred and friends to whom copies
were presented.

I have received many letters of acknowledgment, all
testifying in the most gratifying terms to the popularity
my Second Souvenir has been favored with, and I find
myself thereby, through the blessing of God, much
strengthened and encouraged in ray purpose. Even had
I undertaken the task, I would have found it difficult to
discriminate in any manner among these letters — they
are all good. I appreciate every one of them, and in re-
turn thank all my friends for the compliments they have
paid me, and for the various expressions of kind sym-
pathy they have extended to me in my humble efforts to
do some good. May the Lord bless them! is my sincere
prayer as I look over this large number of letters, all of
which will be kept and treasured by me, while I live,
and, I trust left, wlien I am summoned from earth, as an
heritage to my children. Some of these letters are here
given in full, but the majority of them, on account of
limited space, have been more or less abbreviated. I
also received some flattering press notices, a few of which
I will here place on record, as they may prove of interest
to some of my readers.


(From the MeadviUe Gazette Axtril 17, 1891.)
Some time ago Francis C. Waid presented to us a handsomely
bound octavo volume of several hundred pages, being a second family
Souvenir published by him. It is gotten up in the best style of the
typographer's art, and handsomely bound and illustrated. The work
was intended for distribution among relatives, but enough extra copies
■were printed to supply a fe^v friend^s, of whom we are glad to be con-
sidered one. The substance of such a work will uatiu-ally be of a per-


soual character, dealing with scenes of a local nature and incidents
involving the immediate family of the author; but in the life of such a
man as Francis C. Waid there is necessarily much to interest and
instruct. Mr. Waid is a typical American product. Born a country
boy, with no better prospects than any one of ten thousand other Craw-
ford County boys at that time, he has made a success of life such as
few attain, and by such means as but few are content to employ. In-
dustry seems to have been the sheet anchor of his life, stayed with the
strong supports of honesty, truthfulness and piety, and, while earnest
in his efforts for personal success, always scrupulously just toward
others. From a poor boy on the farm, Mr. Waid amassed a large fort-
une, but he gathered it by honest planting, skillful harvesting and
careful garnering in legitimate ways by honest means, and he never
sought to bviild iip his own house by tearing down that of his neighbor.
It is not possible in a short notice to give a description or a criticism
of this book, but we can truly say that it is a work which no young
man, especially a farmer's son, can read without lasting advantage.
There is no better method of teaching than hj example, and the
history of a successf nl life is one of the best lessons a boy or a young
man can study. The life of this man is worth more as an answer to
the question of how to make the farm pay than a perpetual subscrip-
tion to the newspaper which hangs its harp on the willows of Babylon,
while it passes its hat for contributions to reward its professional


(From the PeiinsyJmnia Farmer of August 28, 1890.)

Mr. F. C. Waid, of Meadville, is the author and publisher of a
book which he calls his Second Souvenir, containing much valuable
information with reference to people, places and events pertaining to
Crawford Countj^ and other localities, besides many thoughts to stimu-
late noble purposes and right living in young and old. He does not
offer the book for sale, but takes pleasure in donating a copy to the
Sunday-school libraries and public libraries in his native county
as long as the supply for such purposes lasts. The original
object of this Souvenir was to present to friends and kindred,
but the success and popularity of his First Souvenir prompts
him to place a few copies within the reach of all, in this
manner hoping to exert an influence for good in his own way. It is a
well-edited and finely-printed book of nearly 400 pages, and is an
elegant volume for the library. The author's generous purpose in
presenting so costly a book to his friends and the public is only to do
good, which, in comparison with the usual aim of authors, awakens a
feeling of interest not otherwise secured. Those to whom this is
addressed may examine the book by calling at the Farmer office, or at
any other newspaper office in this city.

( From the Guy's Mills Echo.)

Mr. Francis C. Waid, of Blooming Valley, called at our office a
few days since, and presented us with a copy of his Second Souvenir, a
neatly printed, and nicely boinid book of 368 pages, containing a com-
plete biography of the Waid family, and biographical sketches of


many relatives, and the immediate friends of Mr. Waid. As its name
indicates, this is the second book of the Ivind prcjiared l)y Mr. AVaid,
his First Soiwenir having appeared in 188(). He has onh'red twd
thousand copies, and they are all to be presented to his relatives and
friends. Mr. Waid has been and is at the i)resent time, one of the
most successful farmers in the country, starting in life, i)oor. hut with
a determination to succeed, he has by his untiring- energy accumulated
ciuite a fortune. Although ]Mr. Waid is what the world calls rich, yet
he is by no means proud of it.

Preceding the several letters, I here give a record of
the distribution of the 700 copies of my Second Souvenir,






1890 Anna E. Waid, my wife, Norwood, Kas.

1890 Each of my tluee sons, V. I., G. P. aud F. F. "Waid, Blooming

Valley, Penn.

1890 Geoi'ge N. "Waid, my brother, Meadville, Penn.

1890 G. W. Cutshall, (iuy's Mills, Peuu.

1890 C. E. Sloouin, :\I()sifrt()wn, Penn.

1890 Lewis :M. Slcicuin. Meadville, Penn.

1890 Ht'in-y Siiiitli, Meadville, Penn.

1890 Niclv I'. AVaid. I'dodiiilng Valley, Penu.

1890 Orlaudd Waid, Little Cooley, Penn.

1890 Kalpli Koudeliush. Blooming Valley, Penn,

1890 Ida Smith, P.lDoiuing Valley, Penn.

1890 Silas Clark, New Kiclimond, Penn.

1890 I reserved one for myself, Meadville, Penn.

1890 My nearest neighbor, Mary Klser, an aged friend, Blooming

Valley, Penn.

1890 Ursula Koudebush, Warren, Penn.

1890 John Koudebusli, Blooming Valley, Penn.

1890 James Smith, Bloomiiic; Valley, Penn.

1890 Charles A. Buell, lUdiiiiiiiig Valley, Penn.

1890 Zepliauiah lirings. Blooming Valley, Penn.

1890 David Nodiue,l>looming N'alley, Penn.

1890 1 Matilda Barr, Blooming Valley, Penn.

1890 Ann Eliza Odell, Blooming A'alley, Penn.

1890 Uncle Horace F. Waid. Blooming Valley. Penn.

1890 Sally Hammond, New Piiclnnond, Penn.

1890 Hulda Bunts, New Paclimond, Penn.

1890 A stranger whose name I did not learn.

1890 D. H. Miller. F.looming Valley, Penn.

1890 Freemont liiadsliaw. Blooming Valley, Penn.

1890 Robert Smith. lUooming Valley, Penn.

1890 Moore M. Odell. rdooiiung Valley, Penn.

1890 Andrew Kider, Blooming Valley, Penu.

1890 Iowa Josling, Blooming Valley, Penu.

1890 ! Clarlv Ellis.'Meadville, Penn.

1890 J. H. Reynolds, Jleadville, Penu.

1890 S. C. Derby, Meadville. Penn.

1890 1 Edmoud P. Ellis, Meadville, Penn.





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Newton S. Chase, Meadville, Penn.

Smith Galey. Meadville, Penn.

David Rolit'rt.s. IMeadville. Penn.

William .Smitli, .Mt-ailvillp. I'mu.

Uncle KolHTt Morehead, IMcadville, Penn.

Robert A. Fergerson, -Meadville, Penn.

John C. Morehead, MfadviUr, Penn.

S. S. L., Watson's lUin (Kelonaed Church), Penn.

M. E. S. S. L., State Koad, Penn.

First M. E. Cluicli S. S. L., Meadville, Penn.

Baptist S. S. L., Wayland, Penn.

Kaehel Phillips, Townville, Penn.

Harrison Sutton, Townville, Penn.

Charles C. Morehead, Townville, Penn.

Allen Morehead, Townville, Penn.

Georue Waid, Townville, Penn.

Albert Waid, Townville, Penn.

Joseph Morehead, Newton. Penn.

Peniber W. riiillips, Townville, Penn.

Lucind Gillett, ToAvnville, Penn.

Eebecca Armild, Townville, Penn.

Aunt Clarinda Morehead, Townville, Penn.

M. E. 8. S., Townville, Penn.

Robert E. Slocuin, .Mosiertown, Penn.

Caroline Coelirau, Mosiertown, Penn.

Hon. S. Slociun. Saegertown, Penn.

George Floyd, Saegertown, Penn.

M. E. S. S. L., Saegertown, I'enn.

Annette Cutshall, (iuy's Alills, Penn.

Frank Cutshall, Hickory Corners, Peim.

William Croucli, Hickory Corners, Penn.

William H. Hunter, I'.looniing \'alley, Penn>

Moses Masiker, lilooiuing \'a,lley, I'enn.

Jerome Drake. I'.loomiug ^'alley'. Penn.

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