Eliza Brooke, Loose Items, 1880-1953


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D-18 THE SUNDAY STAR, Washington, D. C. SUNDAY, JANUARY 11, 1953

Old Diaries Picture Era Dating 1845 to 1913 By Jessie Fant Evans

Mrs. Charles Thomas Watson of this city is the possessor of the diaries of her grandmother, Elizabeth Steel Wright, from her wedding day in May, 1845, when she was 21, until her death in 1913 at the age of 88. "This span of 67 years, covered in 17 volumes, constitutes one of the longest, continuous examples of diary-keeping in existence," Mrs. Watson believes.

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My Life Warp and Woof. March 1880. Sharon Memory still weaves her webs for me, form scenes that long have past away, And figured gay and bright I see As erst they were in the childhood's day.

Natures then spread her carpet green With trees and brooks and birds and "The world," unknown nier came between To chase away my happy hours.

Short was the period spent at school, (A village school of every class) Where if I chanced to miss a rule My teacher gently, let it pass!

I scarce had opened learning's page Eve fortune shifted all the scene And gave my life a longer stage To be the unthought of and unseen,

Love by my parents even dear, Sister and brother well be loved, But I had deeper woods to cheer And by a deeper stream I moved.

And oh! how many happy times! We had apart from all turmoil, There in the woods began my rhymes, Without a listener to shail!

For later days a web was spun; [crossed out: Than] A far more intricate design Than that in childish days begun And many tangled threads combined!!

The Muse grows silent on this theme Some scenes too deeply move for speech Then of the past no longer dream, Come gentle Hope! the shuttle reach!

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My niece, I dedicate to thee this simple and unfinished lay; remember then thy promise free to come upon that solemn day,

When earthly ties let go then hold and those so deeply, fondly dear my arms may never more enfold [crossed out: All! all! from earthly sight removed!] Now my sight greet them longer here!

I began to write a verse for the dear Eliza, [crossed out: and] at thy request, [crossed out: and] but it remains inadequate in expression and ought to be more worthy of your score years. "Such as I have, give I unto thee" I do not feel as if I could copy the poor thing!

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