This is a fair winter day. This is sacrament day at the U.P. Church Brushland. The folks are all away to Church to day. Thid Dickson was in here this morning. He went to Church. Maggy Storie* came up here to night. Thid Dickson was here to night.
Memory**
Time, when our own, we oft despise-
When gone, its loss deplore;
Nor till the fleeting moment flies
Do mortals learn its worth to prize,
When it returns no more.
For this, an anxious look we cast,
With fond regret, on hours long past-
For this the feeling heart reveres
The memory of departed years
*Margaret A. Storie (1841-1928), daughter of Samuel and Elizabeth Storie and a first cousin of Walter Coulter’s
**From a poem written in 1810 by Fitz-Greene Halleck.
Memory**
Time, when our own, we oft despise-
When gone, its loss deplore;
Nor till the fleeting moment flies
Do mortals learn its worth to prize,
When it returns no more.
For this, an anxious look we cast,
With fond regret, on hours long past-
For this the feeling heart reveres
The memory of departed years
*Margaret A. Storie (1841-1928), daughter of Samuel and Elizabeth Storie and a first cousin of Walter Coulter’s
**From a poem written in 1810 by Fitz-Greene Halleck.
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