Craw, Addilene Elizabeth, 1819- ca. 1909, Elizabeth Craw diary (1833-1841)
CleavelandRegularized:
Cleveland
OctOctober 10th 1835
9 00 PM Left CleavelandRegularized:
Cleveland
Sunday 11th past Akron visited Mr
Tutle and wife and parted with
my dear Father and Sister who
had accompa-
niedRegularized:accompanied me to that place Farewell bordomRegularized:boredom
MonMonday 12th with friends visited the
Iron work
at Zoar owned by the Germans
near Zoar the Canal crosses the
TucasarnRegularized:Tuscarawas
river in an acqueductRegularized:aqueduct the scenery
here is beautiful
TueTuesday 13
Roscoe a small village at wichRegularized:which the
Canal crosses the white noman river
the land in this vicinity is good
the timber principle oak at
12pm
Newark where we find an old
acquaintance
for Synde with
whom I took a long walk to
see
the village of
NewyarkRegularized:Newark
which
is a fine flourisingRegularized:flourishing little plaseRegularized:place
WenWednesday 14 the [Illegible: scenery]
through which we
passed today is varigatedRegularized:variegated
ThursThursday 15 4 PM passed Chilacotha
it is a very old town and
far from being beautiful
16 FriFriday
arivedRegularized:arrived in Portsmouth my fare
from
CleavelandRegularized:Cleveland
to the former
place was $9.37 I took tea with
Mrs. Leet in
PPortsmouth
saildRegularized:sailed from there
at 9 in the evening on board
the steam
boat Fairy Queen
arivedRegularized:arrived in
CincinatiRegularized:Cincinnati
Saturday
17 fare $3.17 Sunday left
SunSunday 18 left
CincinatiRegularized:Cincinnati
on a
visit to my Cousin Mrs
Macky
Mrs Evans
acompaniedRegularized:accompanied
me I found them all well
but Mrs MMacky who was
slightly indisposed Mr Evans returned
after dinner to
CincinatiRegularized:Cincinnati
21 they not only enjoy affluence
but
live in splendourRegularized:splendor and I am
as much at ease here as If were a
daughter
of Mrs MMacky
22
Mr anRegularized:and Mrs MMacky are anxious for
me to spend a year with them
O that I had the advice of my
Parents but I shall proceed on
my
Journey thinking it to my [Illegible: Porlerest]
23
ThursThursday
Mr M Mansion is
lasituated on the Bank
of Ohio 12
miles from
CinnatiRegularized:Cincinnati
Sat.Saturday 24
Mr M Evans
arivedRegularized:arrived here about
11 AM left Mr MMacky 3 PM arivedRegularized:arrived in
CCincinnati
anRegularized:and went on Board Boat [Illegible: Farmer]
For
ned OrleansRegularized:New Orleans
25 Sunday
Mr MMacky
Sarah
anRegularized:and
Mary
came up in their carraigeRegularized:carriage to church
and took myself and Mr Evans
MonMonday 26 sailed from
CinncinatiRegularized:Cincinnati
4 PM Past Mr Macky at 4 PM
they
saw us and assembled on
the shore and waved a farewell
to us
27 the day is beautiful the
Water still
and company agreableRegularized:agreeable
28 we passed
LouiswillRegularized:Louisville
in Kentucky
where Mr EEvans and myself went
on shore it is anRegularized:and old place
in which there is much [Illegible: business]
done
29 we passed many Cotton plantations
31 we this day pass Stockport in
Indiana which is a pleasant little
village
MarMarch 1 the day is fine we pasedRegularized:passed many
pleasant plantations where slaves
were at work
picking Cotton
3’2 the river is crooked and here
meanders
about equal to the
CyhougaRegularized:Cuyahoga
3 passed
SauneeRegularized:Shawnee
in
IlinoiseRegularized:Illinois
which is on our right
5
Missouri on our right Kentucky
still on our left we are now in the [Illegible: Mi]
6 passed New Madrid in
MisouriRegularized:Missouri
7
TenesseeRegularized:Tennessee
is now on our left in
which is Memphis which we
pasedRegularized:passed
to dayRegularized:today
8
Arkansas now on our right and
MissippiRegularized:Mississippi
on our left
9 we passed hillmont in
Arkansas which is a very pleasant
village
in the south east past of
the
TeritoryRegularized:Territory
10th
LouisanaRegularized:Louisiana
now on our right
11
We stopedRegularized:stopped this day at
NatchezRegularized:Natches
this day it is quite a large city
situated upon a hill it is
a resort for all the southern gamblers
anRegularized:and is not subject to the law of
Judge Lynch a gallows now still
standing
12 One of the women on board
of
[Illegible: Bissel]Boat from brockport
New York
fell over and was drowned
13 the waters of the
missipiRegularized:Mississippi
are a
dark and mudyRegularized:muddy bottoms and
you cannot discern a body
2 feet in
water we arivedRegularized:arrived
I have lost the day of the month
Doubting, dreading, fretful guestquiet oh! Quiet this mortal breastWhy will thou my peace invade,And each brighter prospect shade,Pain me not with needless fearBut let Hope my bosom cheerWhile I count her gentle charmsWoo the flatterer to my armsWhile each moment she begulesRegularized:beguilesWith her sweet enlivening smilesWhile she softly whispers meLycidas again is freeWhile I gaze on Pleasure, glum,Say not thou Tis all a dreamThence — nor darken joys soft-blownwith thou pale and sickly gloomNaught have I to do with thee —Hence — begone — Anxiety
19
to dayRegularized:today a company of fifty
left this place
20 March 1836
San Augustus
this is a dark and lousy day
very cold and dreary we are in
daily expectation of an attack
from the Indians
San AntonRegularized:San Antonio
has been retaken by the Span.Spanish
Samuel Evans was massacred.
If thou thought thou coudstRegularized:couldst have died,I might not weep for theeBut I forgot when by thy sidethat thou could mortal be;It never through my mind had pastThat time would ere be oreAnd I on thee should look my lastAnd thou shouldst smile no more
13 AprApril
my head alike my heart
ache an express arrived this
evening we are all preparing to
cross the Sabine O that I may
Dear brother was here to go
with
me how happy should be
in comparison to what I am
now
San Augustine
30 NovNovember 1835
Miss Addiline E. Craw
will open a school in
the room formerly occupied
by
Mr. Parker of this place
in which
will be taught
reading, writing English
GrammerRegularized:Grammar & arrithmaticeRegularized:arithmetic
[Illegible: pri at] $2.00 per mounthRegularized:month
to commence So soon as
a sufficiency of SchollarsRegularized:scholars
is Subscribed
| A Hughston | 2 |
| [Illegible: [Illegible: Jutiate]] G. Merry | 1 |
| E.A. Bowen | 1 |
| H.E. Watson | 1 |
| J.A. Wells | 5 |
| Norris [Illegible: Mcry ] | 2 |
| the [Illegible: Vanoy ] 8 |
Peter Pink weasel
the gridleRegularized:griddle
[Illegible: n]
maker
7 January 1837 commenced school
in my own
house
where I will teach reading
writing and arithmatickRegularized:arithmetic
Geography & GrammerRegularized:grammar
I do not think, where e’re thou artThou hast forgotten meAnd I perhaps my sooth this heartI’m thinking too of theeYet there was round thee such a dawnOf Light ne’re seen before,As fancy never could have drawnAnd never can restore!
Forget thee to I never shallThough widely severed we may beAnd years to come shall memory tellOf happy moments spent with theeThe chimmingRegularized:chiming of the village bellEft eve’s soft hour? The lovely spotAnd the green elms we loved so wellThose in my days are over nowAnd manhoodsRegularized:manhood's cares are claiming theeYet brother wilt thou think of meO gaze upon the evening starIn silent slumber let it tellWhen thou art distant very farOf her that loved the best — FarwellRegularized:farewell
O time suspend thy rapid flightLinger a while on downy wing.Prolong the season of delight,And give to love eternal springBut still my fluttering [Illegible: sorrowing prove]My prayers are lost, my tears are rainAh if thou wilt not pause for loveWhat can thy rapid flight restrain
my heart has lost
its young expressonRegularized:expression
my eyes are covered
with dim shadowy
veil that gives its own
dull somber hue to all
that I behold
my ears are closedagainst every soundthat speaks of hope orpleasure or enjoyment
AugRegularized:August
One unchangeingRegularized:unchanging
cloud of perpetual sorrow
has lowered over my
days
I delight no longer in
Things I once mestRegularized:missed
JoyeRegularized:joy the opening flowers
of the spring the chanting
of
the wild melodious
birds the reviving glow
of all nature’s
face after
the passing of the long chill
winter brings me no
happiness
Tis the last blooming summerThese eyes shall beholdLong, long ere anotherThis heart shall be cold.But ah! It'sRegularized:Its best feelingson earth have been chilledand I grieve not; that shortlyits pulse shall be stilled.Alone and in sorrowDark hours roll byForsaken and friendlessWhy should I not die?The turf will lie lightlyAbove the lone spotWhere the heart-broken strangerIs laid and forgot.
And I’m come back to die in the homeof my fathersAnd sit neath the blossoms that mock mydecayAnd thus my fond memory the sadharvest gathers
Of friendships and loves that havelong passed away
[Illegible: M Meme]
To Miss Evans
I come with a giftIt is simple flowersPerhaps it may [Illegible: wile] a wearyhourOr forget the past andlet it bea token and let it beof loveto Miss Evans
As we look back through lifeIn our moments of sadness,How few and how briefAre its gleamings of gladness;Yet we find, midst the gloomThat our pathway overshaded,A few spots of sunshineStill lingering unfaded.
And memory still hoardsAs her richest of treasures —Some moments of rapture,Some soul-thrilling pleasures;One hour of such blissIs a life, ere it closesTis one drop of fragranceFrom thousandRegularized:thousands of roses
Mr. Craig and family
are invited to
attend
the burial of Mr. And Mrs
GarnersRegularized:Garner's infant son
this evening at their
residence at
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Mr.
Mr. Nash and family
are invited to attend
the
bur
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a long sad day where
will I be and how spend
the
eleventh of March
next
San AugstusRegularized:San Augustine
[Digital Editor's Note: The page is cut in half.]
have spent
the sisters vows, the hours
we have spent
when we have hid the hasty — foot of time
For parting us — O, and is all
Forgot
StanzasOne sigh to the hope that has perishedOne tear to the wreck of the past,One look upon all I have cherished,One lingering look — tis the last.And now from remembrance I banishThe hopes that my heart hath proved falsevainAh! Vanish, sad memories, vanish!Return not to thrill me againBut as the form
But as the pond ivy clings closestto that which is withered and deadAnd its green beauty reposestRegularized:repossessedOn the ruin whose glory hath fledThus to hopes and to joys that have fadedmore fondly doth memory clingAnd e’re the fair prospect hath shadedIts freshness and vividness fling
The cloud that each moment isbrighteningWith the flash that so soon fades awayIs the darkest in heaven when the lightningHath ceased on its surface to playeach minuitRegularized:minuteThus the heart, when some bright dreamSprings up with too dazzling a lightHath the gloom of the tempest within it,And is shrouded the soonest in nightpure pearls Lie all too deep in thyhearts secret wellFor the unpausing and impatient handTo win them forth [...]
St. Joseph NovNovembere 1
Why sob my heart this sadness
Why am I sad I cannot write
I
[...]
I
cannot even think
Surely a few pleasant hours
cannot have robedRegularized:robbed that remainder
of my days of peace and
must my
pleasant visit to
end thus four months of per-
fectRegularized:perfect calm have I known
but now such a storm as there
is
raging within breast I know
not how to quell is this love
must I at this age acknowledge
thy power thou impotent God
I
defy thee I will I will be gay
Shall the acquaintance of a day
Render me superlatively
Miserably no; the dream is
Past and with it fled
The hopes that once my bosom fed
Hope again illumines mypath way surely I do not deserveto be always this unhappy
Upon my cheek youth smiles no moreNo more with hope my pulses moveFor me, life’s summer hours are oerAnd yet — I love!
My brow is stamped with many acareWhose withering influence I proveWithin my breast reigns cold despairairAnd yet — I love!
My heart is like a broken luteWhose strings no more to rapturemoveThe voice of Joy in me is muteAnd yet — I love!
I have no witching skill to charmNo spell a kindred flame to movePowerless am I the heart to warmAnd yet — I love
one linen purse
1 day shirt 1 under
shirt and drawers
1
pair socks & collars
1 pair drawers has
Self
the whisperings within areof something Something that findsnot its answer here.
A chain to be clasped in anothersphereThat bright sphere where theFair flowers of human affectionWill no more wither and die, whoseAlimentRegularized:Ailment is love, perfect, pure, unchan-geable, radiating from the throne ofThe Eternal, and binding the reunitedIn bonds stronger and dearer andHolier than the holiest and the dearestThat ever knit the most impassionedSouls of earth in close and tendersympathy
Let not those who hasRegularized:have sojournedin a distant land, give way to a long-ingRegularized:longing to revisit the scenes of his childhood and retracethe walks of his youth, —let him keep the mountains and thesea between him and the place ofhis birth. Shrined in his heart,and glowing with the delight of happierdays, his that fairy land of memory;but to revisit its scenes would be to dashthe picture with shade, and to strikeout from it the fair familiar faces thatgladden our dreams, or touch them withthe dreary traces of time, — let himtherefore enjoy the beauteous vision asit exists in memory, but not seekto view the reality with factual eye,and disenchanted heart.