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Craw, Addilene Elizabeth, 1819- ca. 1909, Elizabeth Craw diary (1833-1841)

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Title: Elizabeth Craw diary [Digital Version]
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Author: Craw, Addilene Elizabeth, 1819- ca. 1909
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Publication date: 2010-06-07
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Description: 40 page handwritten diary. Circa 60 completely blank pages at the end of the diary were not included in this digital representation.
Abstract: The personal diary of Elizabeth Craw (1819-ca.1909) records her journey from Ohio to see her soldier fiancé in Texas, and her experiences there. Craw’s fiancé fought and died at the Battle of the Alamo, 1836.
Source(s): Craw, Addilene Elizabeth, 1819- ca. 1909, Elizabeth Craw diary (1833-1841)
Source Identifier: Elizabeth Craw diary, 1833-1841, MS 386, Woodson Research Center, Fondren Library, Rice University
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  • Travellers and explorers
  • Alamo (San Antonio, Tex.)--Siege, 1836--Personal narratives
  • Mississippi River--Travel narratives
  • Red River--Travel narratives
  • St. Augustine, Tex.--History.
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Diary of Elizabeth E. Craw


[October, 1835]

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-
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

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

19 I am quite unhappy


20 TuesTuesday took a long walk Mr MMacky
situation is delightful

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


Dr Beecher preached an exelentRegularized:excellent
sermon we then went to the
Pearl StStreet house and dined
with our friends and parted
with them there which is the
last of my friends Sunday eve —
went to the Episcopal Church which
is a splendid building dedicated the
week previous to this

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]

29 we passed many Cotton plantations


30 Kentucky on our left and
IndiannaRegularized:Indiana on our right

31 we this day pass Stockport in
Indiana which is a pleasant little
MarMarch 1 the day is fine we pasedRegularized:passed many
pleasant plantations where slaves
were at work picking Cotton

[March 1836]

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

4 passed America in IL

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

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

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


at the mouth of red River where
we are to wait a boat to take us
to NocatoshRegularized:Natchitoches or Alexandria the
weather is very bad it rains
continualyRegularized:continually and our tents leak
I have caught a bad cold O for
my comfortable little room in
my fathersRegularized:father's house One Mr Dickson
shot an AligatorRegularized:alligator which to us
was a curiosity the waters of the
red river are very red and mudyRegularized:muddy
we are at Philips ferry which
is opposite woodvillRegularized:Woodville MSRegularized:Mississippi MMississippi after
waiting one week for a boat we
start by land our company
consisting of Mr Evans Col Evans
Mr wells wife and six children
Miss Evands Mr Peck Mr Dickson
and myself the rain is pour
down ORegularized:on us fast a.Regularized:as possible

I have lost the day of the month


through carelessness this our
first day traveling by land
we have come 2 miles today and
crosse one ferry
our second 4 miles came to a ferry
and and so are obliged to stop from
TeusdayRegularized:Tuesday until Thursday when we
crossed and passed the Louisiana
tweny-7Regularized:twenty-seven miles long we had
to make a road most of the way
but then our horses would
sink down an we would
pry them out of the mud and
[Illegible: muto] our travels are now
on the ByoBayou Chafiliu which is
a low narrow stream running
from the old MissippiRegularized:Mississippi

The rain pours down in torrents
and we are byo bayou [Illegible: rausch]
which it is impossible
for us to cross until the


water falls
we crossed the byo bayou and are
now traveling on its bank
we passed a number of
Cotton fields where there
fifty and sixty slaves in
a field with thereRegularized:their overseers
guarding them with a whip
this is the first pleasant
day we have had since we
landed at the mouth of red
river the nights are tedious
we are now crossing byo bayou
[Illegible: de Gloze] and will travel on
its bank the AligatorsRegularized:alligators and
owls are screaming of a night
continually We are now
in the middle of a swamp
where I have seated myself
to rest – until the wagons
overtake me I have waded


Through mud and watterRegularized:water over
my stocking tops. Lydia has
fallen down and is calling
loudly for help
we got throngRegularized:through the swanpRegularized:swamp in
two days and are now
in ChenyvilleRegularized:Cheneyville LouisaniaRegularized:Louisiana it
is called Sunday but I
cannot find a person to
tell me the day of the month
there is all kind of gambling
carried on here And big storysRegularized:stories
are here told of the Mexicans
and Texans going to war one
company of volunteers have
left this state we encamped
one mile from [Illegible: Icn] this
night near the byoRegularized:bayou
the rain poured down about
midnight the water rose our
tents and beds were all


about we scrambled up the
hill in the dark and sat
till morning in our wagons
when to our cornsternationRegularized:consternation
twRegularized:two alligators had taken
possession of the log we used
for a table we shall stay
here to day to dry our bedingRegularized:bedding
to day we expect so not
get into the fire place
wherRegularized:where we [Illegible: convefrate ]good
[Illegible: goods ]we pass many Indians
wigwams and [Illegible: frendl] Cabins
this day we are in the fine
places there has been so
much rain the rain
have become very bad we
have to keep a watch all
night for fear the Indians
will steal our horses the [Illegible: 3]
day we are in the [Illegible: flares]


we have got lost
O Dear Dear it is noon
And we are still lost
to ourselves and I fear
to another tomorrow [Illegible: pucr]
night has come upon
us and we are still
we believe we arRegularized:are not
in the right [Illegible: raal whil]



Doubting, dreading, fretful guest
quiet oh! Quiet this mortal breast
Why will thou my peace invade,
And each brighter prospect shade,
Pain me not with needless fear
But let Hope my bosom cheer
While I count her gentle charms
Woo the flatterer to my arms
While each moment she begulesRegularized:beguiles
With her sweet enlivening smiles
While she softly whispers me
Lycidas again is free
While I gaze on Pleasure, glum,
Say not thou Tis all a dream
Thence — nor darken joys soft-blown
with thou pale and sickly gloom
Naught have I to do with thee —
Hence — begone — Anxiety

Nessy Heywood



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 thee
But I forgot when by thy side
that thou could mortal be;
It never through my mind had past
That time would ere be ore
And I on thee should look my last
And thou shouldst smile no more

[April 1836]

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


[November 1835]

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 Hughston2
[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]


[January 1837]

7 January 1837 commenced school
in my own house
where I will teach reading
writing and arithmatickRegularized:arithmetic
Geography & GrammerRegularized:grammar


[Undated, 1837?]

I do not think, where e’re thou art
Thou hast forgotten me
And I perhaps my sooth this heart
I’m thinking too of thee
Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of Light ne’re seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn
And never can restore!


October 3, 1836 [1837?]

Forget thee to I never shall
Though widely severed we may be
And years to come shall memory tell
Of happy moments spent with thee
The chimmingRegularized:chiming of the village bell
Eft eve’s soft hour? The lovely spot
And the green elms we loved so well
Those in my days are over now
And manhoodsRegularized:manhood's cares are claiming thee
Yet brother wilt thou think of me
O gaze upon the evening star
In silent slumber let it tell
When thou art distant very far
Of her that loved the best — FarwellRegularized:farewell


June 17

O time suspend thy rapid flight
Linger a while on downy wing.
Prolong the season of delight,
And give to love eternal spring
But still my fluttering [Illegible: sorrowing prove]
My prayers are lost, my tears are rain
Ah if thou wilt not pause for love
What 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 closed
against every sound
that speaks of hope or
pleasure or enjoyment



One unchangeingRegularized:unchanging
cloud of perpetual sorrow
has lowered over my


[Date unknown]

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


my life is one long
sad dream [Illegible: five years passed]
away and happiness
never to return


a pleasing tranquility
seems to have diffused
itself over my heart I am
regardless of the past and hopeless
of the future
a beautiful little camelionRegularized:chameleon
has just run over my
book and changed white
O that my thoughts
and feelings might
change as easily


say where the bloom of love is fled
what can the [Illegible: beauteous plant] restore
will tears revive its drooping head
or dews refresh the fainting flow
ah no from chilling flow of greifRegularized:grief
[Illegible: grabbing the trim and buddeth]
and like mimosa [Illegible: she woke] my leaf
beneath the invaders touchRegularized:invader's expires
but let a smile its sunbeams bring
play on the life and I warm the eyes
then love will feel a second spring
and glow with new and brighter dyes


1840, New Orleans

Tis the last blooming summer
These eyes shall behold
Long, long ere another
This heart shall be cold.
But ah! It'sRegularized:Its best feelings
on earth have been chilled
and I grieve not; that shortly
its pulse shall be stilled.
Alone and in sorrow
Dark hours roll by
Forsaken and friendless
Why should I not die?
The turf will lie lightly
Above the lone spot
Where the heart-broken stranger
Is laid and forgot.


December 1841, Cleveland

And I’m come back to die in the home
of my fathers
And sit neath the blossoms that mock my
And thus my fond memory the sad
harvest gathers

Of friendships and loves that have
long passed away


May 5th, 1841

May 5th

S.C. Garner —


To Miss Evans

[Illegible: M Meme]
To Miss Evans

I come with a gift
It is simple flowers
Perhaps it may [Illegible: wile] a weary
Or forget the past and
let it be
a token and let it be
of love
to Miss Evans

To Miss
Mrs. A

F [Illegible: S May 6]


A thought

As we look back through life
In our moments of sadness,
How few and how brief
Are its gleamings of gladness;
Yet we find, midst the gloom
That our pathway overshaded,
A few spots of sunshine
Still lingering unfaded.
And memory still hoards
As her richest of treasures —
Some moments of rapture,
Some soul-thrilling pleasures;
One hour of such bliss
Is a life, ere it closes
Tis one drop of fragrance
From 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
[Digital Editor's Note: The page is cut in half.]


Mr. Nash and family
are invited to attend the
[Digital Editor's Note: The page is cut in half.]


Mr. Craig and fam


March 11, 1841

a long sad day where
will I be and how spend
the eleventh of March
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


One sigh to the hope that has perished
One 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 banish
The hopes that my heart hath proved falsevain
Ah! Vanish, sad memories, vanish!
Return not to thrill me again
But as the form
But as the pond ivy clings closest
to that which is withered and dead
And its green beauty reposestRegularized:repossessed
On the ruin whose glory hath fled
Thus to hopes and to joys that have faded
more fondly doth memory cling
And e’re the fair prospect hath shaded
Its freshness and vividness fling


The cloud that each moment is
With the flash that so soon fades away
Is the darkest in heaven when the lightning
Hath ceased on its surface to play
each minuitRegularized:minute
Thus the heart, when some bright dream
Springs up with too dazzling a light
Hath the gloom of the tempest within it,
And is shrouded the soonest in night


O Women! Oft misconstrued! The
pure pearls Lie all too deep in thy
hearts secret well
For the unpausing and impatient hand
To win them forth [...]


November 1

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-
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


I said the dream was past but
still it is pleasant to reflect to
To dream abut memory is a faith
Full chronicler of the past.

NovNovembere 5

Hope again illumines my
path way surely I do not deserve
to be always this unhappy


Upon my cheek youth smiles no more
No more with hope my pulses move
For me, life’s summer hours are oer
And yet — I love!
My brow is stamped with many a
Whose withering influence I prove
Within my breast reigns cold despair
And yet — I love!
My heart is like a broken lute
Whose strings no more to rapture
The voice of Joy in me is mute
And yet — I love!
I have no witching skill to charm
No spell a kindred flame to move
Powerless am I the heart to warm
And yet — I love



one linen purse
1 day shirt 1 under
shirt and drawers
1 pair socks & collars
1 pair drawers has


the whisperings within are
of something Something that finds
not its answer here.
A chain to be clasped in another
That bright sphere where the
Fair flowers of human affection
Will no more wither and die, whose
AlimentRegularized:Ailment is love, perfect, pure, unchan-
geable, radiating from the throne of
The Eternal, and binding the reunited
In bonds stronger and dearer and
Holier than the holiest and the dearest
That ever knit the most impassioned
Souls of earth in close and tender


Let not those who hasRegularized:have sojourned
in a distant land, give way to a long-ingRegularized:longing to revisit the scenes of his childhood and retrace
the walks of his youth, —
let him keep the mountains and the
sea between him and the place of
his birth. Shrined in his heart,
and glowing with the delight of happier
days, his that fairy land of memory;
but to revisit its scenes would be to dash
the picture with shade, and to strike
out from it the fair familiar faces that
gladden our dreams, or touch them with
the dreary traces of time, — let him
therefore enjoy the beauteous vision as
it exists in memory, but not seek
to view the reality with factual eye,
and disenchanted heart.


and shall I go back to my first loved home
to find how all is changed
alone, o'reRegularized:o'er those altered scenes to roam
from my early self estranged,
shall I bend me over the glassy brook,
no more on the face of a child to look.

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