The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1901-05-22

The Common-Place Book of me
Margaret Lewis, nee Lynn, of Loch
Lynn, Scotland, being nest for
my souls repose in the troublous
time which hath befallen.
Here nothing burthening my
self with style or date, L can re-
treat when toll and turmoil of the
day be past, speaking as into a
faithful ear some of my woman.'s
sorrow. So shall [ not add to their
weight who have, Heaven knows,
enough of woe to bear for them
selves.
Bidding farewell to the bonny
loch and Rnowes- of Lynn, though
along with the gallant Huguenot
/ had taken for my husband, caused
surely woman's grief to my heart,
nay, something like a childs
might say. 1t was not for the
bands of retainers, the powerful
clans and castle splendor | had
grown up withal surrounded, but |
almost cried aloud for my mother,
for good Dame barley, our blessed
English tutoress, and for old El-
liott, my nurse l thought the
first night | came to my husbands
mothers and was set up as a lady
to receive court, | should blubber
like a great child. This with re-
membrmce that at that very hour
my mother was taking her cup of
comfort, as she called her tea, that
the children were with her in their
places, and that my chair, the one
which was my sainted fathers, sat
empty.
/ stood as long as endurance was
good, then stole away TO moro re-
tired apartment. There they
sought, and after time found me,
sleeping in great chair, like an
overgrown baby
l did not like to give cause of
offence, but | thought then, as l
have often since, of the significance
of the blessed ApCst es sleeping
for sorrow and h"uvinGss of heart
as the Masters time drew nigh
Well, so be it,-Loch Lynn and
its rock-crowned SUBMITS and pur-
pie heather are all past by now,
like as to when one goes on jour
noy and beareth away i'll memory
only, impression of the land 7cape.
The crags to be sure had i'll them
nothing lovely, but that they grew
by home, and for the blue heather,
the eyes ayes Oh my tw0 poyS' All'ltoM l:lte
Alice, glad me more than acres of
such Poor Thomas, my oldest
born! he hath defect in his sight,
but for all this he looks into his
mother hehrt ueeP Gown enough
leaving there; winch is DGtter tholl
the shade OF the blue hGather-s"h-
SHINE. lie Is hopIe l3d.
We have worse trouble come up
on us now, l say, IMAM that OF !"
young wench leaving ner ihoIher
hreside. My poor Joilh Is sorely
belabored IN soul wlth the SfleTous
malice OF inns same Lord OF zion
mlthgalrn
Inc cohientlous il00Ie h''Iil sue
to the good Dean OF Ulster a few
nights ago, how that my husband
lcase-hold on the estates OF Cioh :
mithgalrn and Dundery should dc
revoked at next assiZcs, or (and he
took vile oathD blood should be
split between the contenuerS.
My huso4ld nus "lll"SSc'' i''ucil
means, but he does not choose, (as
what man OF spirit would?l to DC
driven to and FRO III the matter OF
his righttnl possession,
80 play with my children ana
for John | nave words cHeer ana
careless like, but talthtut Nora, she
sees 1T IS not IN my heart 0he es,
says compassionate sentences ana
looks, for me- ana 1 tel TO hor
many ir9uDlesi yeI II Is " zoe 70 Or
der and household authority when
he heads thereof use to conidlnnG
greatly in even tho best servants
Now, when womans tongue
must not mucn wag' some CORES Is
ponding member must take ITS
place, here, then. comes III TINS
book OF mlnG wnlcl at one IllllG