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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Diary of Rev. T. J. Tenney, 1843-46

Source: Charles Foster Whitman, A history of Norway, Maine: from the earliest settlement to the close of the year 1922 [] (Lewiston, Me.: Lewiston Journal Printshop and Bindery, 1924).
[p. 321]
Jan. 1—Married Mr. Sidney Perham of Woodstock to Miss Almena J. Hathaway of Paris. (He was afterwards Clerk of the Courts, Member of Congress and Governor of Maine.)

Apr. 26—Attended the funeral of Mrs. Dow.

May 5—Attended the funeral of the children (girls) of Mr. (James N.) Hall—two of them, and all he had. I also attended the funeral of Joel Frost somewhere between the 13th and 20th of April (d. April 12, 1843, aged 44).

May 4—Moved into Br. Mixer's house at a rent of 40 dollars a year.

Oct. 4—Married Jesse Howe, M.D. of Leeds to Miss Rebecca G. Gibson of Denmark.

Nov. 16—Married Mr. Sebastian S. Smith to Miss Nancy M. Mixer, both of Oxford.

June 13—Married Mr. George Tufts to Miss Lydia A. Holt, both of Norway.

[p. 322]
On the Death of a Child.
That little one with eyes so bright,
  A moment felt the rod,
Then rising on the beams of light
It disappeared from mortal sight
To dwell for aye with God.

Oct.—I have attended four funerals within a few weeks, viz.: Miss Daniels of Paris, Mr. Caswell of Harrison, Mrs. Hall of Norway and a young Mr. Morrill of Oxford. Had also before this attended the funeral of Mr. John Brown of Oxford.

Dec. 8—Married Mr. George M. Brewster of West Bridgewater, Mass., to Miss Elvira Buck of Norway.

May 30—Married Mr. Lee Mixer to Miss Deborah Bennett, both of Norway.

Sept. 2—Death has again visited us. Suddenly we are bereft of our little boy, aged only 2 years, 6 mos. and 6 days. He has gone down to the grave. Severe suffering attended his illness, and after a 24 hours' attack of the croup, through all of which he retained his senses, God took the gift he gave us, to the house above. To us the loss is a heavy one, and it is in vain that we strive to suppress the tears that well up from the fountain of sorrow. He was a kind and lovable child, and we had anticipated many things of him. We had said: "He will be spared to us, and we shall educate him for usefulness," but his schooling is to be among the stars and suns of glory. We feel that he has been taken away from the evil to come—from the temptations that might be too strong for him to bear, and from the sufferings which might be greater than he could endure,—he will have the exemption of all the ills of life, and it is in the deep conviction of our souls that we can say: "Far happier they escaped to endless rest, than we who yet survive, to wake and weep."

Earth and Heaven.
There's nothing here; there's nothing here,
  To ease our pains and sorrow,
To wipe away the falling tear,
  And paint the blissful morrow.
There's change in all, we feel and see
  There's nothing bright but purity.

The rose will fade, the lily die,
  The finest form decay;
The flowers of earth but meet the eye,
  To quickly pass away.
Then turn your thoughts above, above,
  To changeless, high, unceasing love.

[p. 323]
The Saviour's come.
The Saviour's come, hear sinners, hear,
  The tidings he hath given.
Tho poor we are, yet never fear,
  There's rest, there's peace in Heaven.

The Saviour's come, the Saviour's come,
  To end our sin and pain,
We die to live—to live at home,
  We die to live again.

The wicked cease from troubling then,
  The weary find a rest:
The sons of sin and sorrow bear
  The image of the blest.

The Saviour's come, awake, awake,
  The Saviour's come, arise;
The Saviour's come on earth to make
  Us beings for the skies.


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