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date: 1914-01-25

names-on-the-page: Mr. C; Mrs. H; Mrs. C; Mr. H

transcription: Patience: "Wear a double seat to thy knickerbockers."

"Didst though know the teaching of the cat, to
drowse but keep an eye to the corner gnawed!"

Mr. C: "Does she liken me to a cat?"

Patience: "Nay, mere chatter -- a whimsey of a foolish maid."

Mr. C: "All right then. Give me my message, just anything
I don't care what it is."

Patience: "A verse, perchance short. 'Jesus wept.'"

This astonished every one present.

Mr. C: "Well she is just the brightest ever!"

Patience: "A drink of asses' milk would nurture the swine;
but would thou then expect his cry to change from
'Want, want, want, want?'"

Mr. C: "She is provoked again. Let's stop for tonight.
Ask her if she will 'take a cold one' with us."

Patience: "Ah, cold but cracketh heated metal! Good-bye."

Mr. H: ""But I want to ask you a silent question!"

Patience: "Ah, little wreaths of curling blue will speak
to thee."

Mrs. H "Won't you tell him more definitely what he wants
to know?"

Patience: "Plant ye a boulder, then. Good-bye."

Jan. 25, 1914
Mrs. C. A scrap of paper was put upon the board on this
Mrs. H. evening by a guest of Mrs. P's but the messages that
came at first were not personal ones nor did they
have any bearing on the questions asked.

"A flight of doves, a brace of flitting butterflies,
an eagle's flight and drift are naught to me, but ah,
the joy of motion. I tie not my faith to fleeting
bird or drift. Nay, the soul feedeth not upon the
fluttering, but layeth low to devour the meat of
learning. To watch the eagle's flight doth not
satisfy the hunger for God's truth."

"Think ye the tiny drop sent forth by the fountain,
felleth like one sent from on high?
"Nay, to join the river, not a shallow bowl
cometh God's drop. And ever seeking upward --
only to fell again, the font to find -- the pent
and prisoned drop shall waste and vanish."

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