Marion Lightbourn diary

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Diary written by young woman, Marion Chawner Lightbourn during her visit to Shaw-Wood family at Woodholme in 1883. She writes briefly about the flood in London during July of 1883.

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That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes & odours there In truth had never passed away: 'Tis we, 'tis ours, are changed; not they.

For love, and beauty, and delight, There is no death nor change: their night Exceeds our organs which endure No light, being themselves obscure.

Extract from To a Skylark

We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

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April 19th 1885

Gloria Patri

Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritus Sancto. Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum.

Dominus vobiscum The Lord be with you _ Et cum spiritu tuo And with thy spirit _.

Pater noster

Pater noster qui es in coelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum: adveniat regnum tuum; fiat voluntas tua sicut in coela, et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie: et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas intentationem. Sed libera nos a malo. Amen -.

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Bermuda Salt Kettle; March 28th 1786. Sunday A beautiful [harvest day?]

Salt Kettle May 26th/ 86 Have been here four months - enjoyed them very very much, am a little wee bit tired perhaps climbing 190 steps getting to the top of the Light[house?] may account for the sensation _.

Clippings from The Toronto Mail_.

A word about words. A kindly word and a louder tone - To only God in their virtue known They can lift from the dust the abject [head?] They can turn a foe to a friend instead; The heart close barred with passion & pride Will fling at their knock its portals wide. And the hate that blights & the scorn that sears Will melt in the fountain of childlike tears

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What ice-bound griefs have been broken What rivers of love been stirred, By a word of kindness spoken, By only a gentle word.

Peopled and warmed is the lowland But lonely and chill the height; But the peak that is nearest the [?] Is nearest the stars of light _.

Flowers. In all places, then and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light & soul-like wings Teaching us by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things

And with child-like credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of a bright & better land. Longfellow.

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Selections from The courtship of Miles Standish _

"for surely a woman's affection. Is not a thing to be asked for, and had for only the asking. When one is truely in love, one not only says it but shows it. _

"Ah, by there words I can see," again interrupted the maiden, How very little you prize me, or care for what I am saying. When from the depths of my heart, in pain and secret misgiving Frankly I speak to you, asking for sympathy only & kindness, Straight way you take up my words, that are plain & direct & in earnest, Turn them away from their meaning, & answer, with flattering phrases

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