Samuel Rose Parkinson Notebook
1874–1892
[Transcribed by Ben and Jared Parkinson and proofed against original. Transcript completed 2010.]
[front of notebook]
June 26th 1874
S.R. Parkinson
Franklin Oneida
	Co
his Book
[Appointment pages with ruled lines, preprinted “Sunday, January 1, 1871” through “Tuesday 3.” The first preprinted line of the first page crossed out, and all other preprinted lines are ignored]
Nov 15th
Received of W. Woodward 
	$2.20 00/100
on Bearlake Account 
	103.94
on Nots and Book 
Account 
	11606
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	$220.00
Book a/c 	32.88
for Services	1900
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Bal due Store	1388
& Settled
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[page preprinted “Saturday, January 7, 1871”]
S 16 Oct – 1892
	I left home and Came to S L C
M 17	I was geting ready for a assignee sale for Geo A Alder Store
T	had Night had all Papers made out
W	I went to u.p. Dopot and ask for all freght for Geo A Alder & Son and sint Clare refuged to let it go untill he see there there lawer
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[The following four items appear consecutively in Richard G. Parker and J. Madison Watson, The National Fouth Reader (A.S. Barnes and Burr, 1859), part of the publisher’s National Series of Standard School-Books.]
[From “We Have Been Friends Together,” by Caroline Sheridan Norton (1808–1877), The Undying One and Other Poems (1830), 215–16; reprinted in The National Fouth Reader p. 307.]
March 22th 1876
	Friendship,
1
1 we have been friends together. in sunshine and in shade. since first beneath the Chestnut-trees in infancy we played. but Coldness dwells within thy hart. A Cloud is on thy brow: we have been friends together: Shall A light word part us now.
2				2
we have been gay together; we have laughed at little Jests; for the fount of hope was gushing warm and Joyous in our breasts. but laughter now hath fled thy lip. and Sullen glooms thy brow. we have been gay together; Shall A light word part us now?
3
we have been Sad together; we have wept with bitter tears. oer the grass-grown graves. where Slumlered the hopes of early years. the voices witch where silent there would bid the Clear thy brow; we have been Sad together; Shall A light word part us now?
Samuel Rose Parkinson
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[From “Forgive and Forget,” by Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810–1880), Ballads for the Times (1851); reprinted in The National Fouth Reader p. 308.]
2
	Forgive and Forget
1
when Streams of unkindness as bitter as gall.
Bubble up from the heart to the tongue.
And meekness is writhing in torment and thrall.
By the hands of Ingratitude wrung—
In the heat of injustice unwept and unfair,
While the anguish is festering yet,
None none but an angel of God Can declare
I now Can forgive and forget.
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2
But, if the bad Spirit is Chased from the heart,
and the lips are in penitence Steeped,
With the wrong so repented the wrath will depart
Though scorn on injustice were heaped;
For the best Compensation is paid for all ill,
When the Cheek with Contrition is wet,
And every one feels it is possible Still
At once to forgive and forget
3
To forget it is hard for A man with A mind
However his heart may forgive,
To blot out all insults and evils behind,
And but for the future to live;
Then how shall it be for at every turn
Recollection the Spirit Shall fret,
And the ashes of injury smolder and burn,
Though we strive to forgive and forget,
4
Oh hearken my tongue shall the riddle unseal,
And mind shall be partner with heart
While thee to thyself I bid Conscience reveal,
And Show the how evil thou art;
Remember thy follies thy sins and thy Crimes
How vast is that infinite debt;
Yet mercy hath seven by seventy times
Been swift to forgive and forget;
5
Brood not on insults or injuries old,
For thou art injuries too—
Count not their sum till the total is told
For thou art unkind and untrue;
And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven,
Now mercy with Justice is met;
Oh, who would gladly take lessons of heaven,
Nor learn to forgive and forget?
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6
Yes, yes; let A man when his enemy weeps
Be quick to receive him A friend
For thus on his head in kindness he heaps
Hot Coals—to refine and amend;
And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn
As A nurse on her innocent pet;
Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn
And whisper, forgive and forget,
			S.R.P.
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[From John Wilson, “The Head-stone,” The Saturday Magazine, vol. 6, no. 191 (June 27, 1835), p. 245; reprinted in The National Fouth Reader p. 309.]
	The Headstone
		Part First
The Coffee was let down to the bottom of

the grave, the planks were removed from the heaped-up brink, the first rattling Clods had struck their knell, the quick shoveling was over, and the long, broad skillfully cut pieces of turf were aptly Joined together, and trimly laid by the beating Spade, So that the newest mound in the Church yard was Scarcely distinguishable from those that were grown over by the undisturbed grass and daisies of A luxuriant Spring,
2 The burial was soon over; and the party, with one Consenting motion, haveing uncovered their heads in decent reverence of the place and occasion, were beginning to Separate, and about to leave the Church-yard, Here Some acquaintances from distant parts of the parish, who had not had opportunity of addresing each other in the house that had belonged to the deceased, nor in the Course of the few hundred yards that the little procession had to move over from his bed to the grave,
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were shaking hands quietly but Cheerfully, and inquiring after the welfare of each other’s Families.
3 there A Small knot of neighbors where Speaking, without exaggeration, of the respectable Character witch the deceased had borne, and mentioning to one another little incidents of his life, Some of them So remote as to be known only to the grayheaded persons of the group; While A few yards further removed from the spot were standing together parties who discussed ordinary Concerns, altogether unconnected with the funeral, such as the state of the markets, the promise of the season or Change of tenants; but Still with A sobriety of manner and voice that was insensibly produced by the influence of the simple Ceremony now Closed, by the quiet graves around, and the shadow of the spire and gray walls of the house of God,
4 Two men yet Stood together at the head of the grave, with Countenances of Cincere but unimpassioned grief there were Brothers, the sons of him who had been buried, and there was something in there situation that naturally kept the eyes of many directed upon them for A long time, and more intently then would have been the Case had there been nothing more observable about them then the Common Symptoms of A Common Sorrow.
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5 But these two Brothers, who were now standing at the head of their fathers grave, had for some years been totally estranged from each other; and the only words that had passed beteen them, during all that time, had been uttered within A few days past, during the necessary preparations for the old mans funeral. no deep and deadly quarrel was between these Brothers, and neither of them Could distinctly tell the Cause of this unnatural estrangement
6 Perhaps dim Jealousies of their fathers favor—Selfish thoughts that will sometimes force themselves into poor mens hearts respecting temporal exspectations—unaccommodating maners on both sides taunting words that mean little when uttered, but witch rankle and festers in remembrance—imagined opposition of interests, that, duly considered, would have been found one and the Same—these, and many others Causes, Slight when Single, but Strong when rising up together in one baneful band, had gradually but fatally infected their hearts till at last they, who in youth had been seldom separate and truly attached, now met at market, and miserable to say, at Church, with dark and averted faces, like different Clansmen during A feud,
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7 Surely, if any thing Could have Softened their hearts toward each other, it must have been to stand silently, side by side, while the earth, stone, and Clods were falling down upon their fathers coffin, and doubtless their hearts were so softened.

8 But pride, though it can not prevent the holy affections of nature from being felt, may prevent them from being shown; and these two Brothers stood there together, determined not to let each other know the mutual tenderness that, in spite of them, was gushing up in their hearts, and teaching them the unconfessed folly and wickedness of their Causeless quarrel

	The Headstone
		Part Second
1 A headstone had been prepared, and A person Came forward to plant it, the elder brother directed him how to place it—A plain stone with A Sandglass, Skull, and Crossbones, Chiseled not rudely, and A few words inscribed
2 The younger Brother regarded the operation with A troubled eye, and Said, loudly enough to be heard by Several of the bystanders, “William, this was not kind in you; you should have told me of this, I love my Father 
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as well as you Could love him, you were the elder, and, it may be the favorite son; but I had A right in nature to have Joined you in ordering this headstone, had I not,

3 During these words the Stone was Sinking into the earth, and many persons who were on their way from the grave returned, for awhile the elder brother said nothing, for he had A Consciousness in his heart that he aught to have consulted his fathers son in designing this last becoming mark of affaction and respect to his memory; So that the Stone was planted in Silence, and now stood erect, decently and Simply, Among the other unostentatious memorials of the humble dead,
4 The inscription merely gave the name and age of the deceased, and told that the stone had been erected by his affectionate Sons, the sight of these words Seemed to soften the displeasur of the angry man, and he Said, Somewhat more mildly, yes, we were his affectionate sons: and since my name is on the stone I am Satisfied. Brother.
5 We have not drawn togather kindly of late years, and perhaps never may: but I acknowledge and respect your worth: and here, before our own friends, and before the friends of our Father, with my foot above 
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his head, I exspress my willingness to be on other and better terms with you; and if we Can not Command love in our hearts, let us, at least, brother, bar out all unkindness,”
6 The minister who had attended the funeral, and had something intrusted to him to say publicly before he left the Churchyard, now Came forward, and asked the elder brother why he Spake not regarding this matter, he was that there was Something of A cold and sullen pride rising up in his heart, for not easily may any man hope to dismiss from the Chamber of his heart even the vilest guest, if once Cherished there, with A Solemn, and almost Severe air, he looked upon the relenting man, and then, Changing his Countenance into Serenity, said gently—
	Behold, how good A thing it is
	And how becoming well,
	Toghther such as brethren are
	In unity to dwell,”
7 The time, the place, and this beautiful expression of A natural Sentiment, quite overcame A heart in witch many kind, if not warm, affections dwelt; and the man thus appealed to bowed down his head and wept, “give me your hand, brother, and it was given while A murmur of Satisfaction arose from all 
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present, and all hearts felt kindler and more humanely towards each other
8 As the brothers stood fervently, but Composedly grasping each others hand in the little hollow that lay between the grave of their mother long since dead, and of their father, whose Shroud was haply not yet Still from the fall of dust to dust, the minister Stood beside them with A pleasant Countenance, and Said—I must fulfill the promise I made to your father on his death-bed I must read to you A few words witch his hand wrote at an hour when his tongue denied its office
9 I must not say that you did your duty to your old father; for did he not often beceech you, apart from one another, to be reconciled, for your own sakes as Christians, for his sake, and for the sake of the mother who bare you, and, Stephen, who died that you might be born; when the palsy struck him for the last time, you were not beside the old man when he died.
10 As long as Sense Continued with him here, did he think of you two, and of you two alone, tears was in his eyes; I saw them there, and on his Cheek too, when no breath Came from his lips, but of this no more, he died with this paper in his
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hand; and he made me know that I was to read it to you over his grave I now obey him My sons, if you will let my bones lie quiet in the grave, near the dust of your mother, depart not from my burial till, in the name of God and Christ, you promise to love one another as you used to do, dear boys, receive my blessing;

11 Some turned their heads away to hide the tears that needed not to be hidden—and when the brothers had released each other from A long and sobbing embrace, many went up to them, and, in A single word or two, exspressed their Joy at this perfect reconcilement, the brothers themselves walk away from the Churchyard, arm in arm, with the minister to the manes, on the following Sabbath, they Seen sitting with their families in the same pew, and it was observed that they read together off the same Bible when the minister gave out the text, and that they sang together, taking hold of the same psalm-book, 
12 The same psalm was Sung given out at their own request, of witch one verse had been repeated at their fathers grave; A larger sum than usual was on that Sabbath found in the [page break] plate for the poor, for love and Charity are sisters, and everafter, both during the pease and the troubles of this fife, the hearts of the brothers were as one, and in nothing were they divided
[From “The Brothers,” by Charles Sprague, in Evert Augustus Duyckinck  and others, Cyclopaedia of American Literature (Scribner, 1855), vol. 2, p. 134; reprinted in The National Fouth Reader p. 313.]
	The Brothers
1	We are but two—the others Sleep
	Through deaths untroubled night.
	We but two—Oh, let us keep
	The link that binds us bright.

2	Heart leaps to heart—the Sacred flood
	That warms us is the Same;
	That good old man—his honest blood
	Alike we fondly Claim,

3	We in one mothers arms were locked—
	Long be her love repaid;
	In the same Cradle we were rocked,
	Round the same hearth we played.

4	Our boyish sports were all the same
	Each little Joy and woe;—
	Let manhood keep alive the flame,
	Lit up so long ago,

5	We are but two—be that the band
	To hold us till we die;
	Shoulder to shoulder let us stand,
	Till side by side we lie,
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CASH ACCOUNT MARCH. Feb. 11th 1879

Date.		Received.	Paid.	
11	To Cash	203.00		
March 1	paid to F.C. Parkinson		60.00	
4	by S.R.P.	38.00		
6	by F.C.P.	220.00	          	
		461.00	60.00	
		60.00		
		401.00		
march 26	lost	          	257.00	
		401.00	257.00	
		257.00	          	
		144.00		
April 3	paid F.C.P.		18.00	
9	lent to Coop in S.L. City		81.00	
14	By Cash from Coop store 	81.00		
”	By cash S.R.P.	60.00	          	
		285.00	99.00	
		99.00		
”	on Hand	$186.00		
19	paid to F.C.P.		20.00	
”	By Cash S.R.P.	5.00		
”	Short in coop cash		43.00	
27	By Cash from F.C.P.	18.00	          	
		207.00	63.00	
		63.00	          	
		144.00		
29	found in store money	47.00		
May 11	S R P by cash	10.00		
”16	”     ”	10.00	337.00	
” 20	lent to store		126.00	
		126.00	          	
24	Store paid cash		211.00	

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CASH ACCOUNT MARCH.
May
Date.		Received.	Paid.	
1 24	By Cash S.R.P	266.30		
June 5	by cash ” ”	437.82		
”	” to ” ”	            	2.50	
		704.12		
		2.50		
”	” on hand	$701.62		
12	By cash S.R.P.	$23.00		
13	cash on hand	724.62		
14	To Cash S.R.P		110.00	
”	” Cash S.R.P.		200.00	
28	By Cash Paid to W.C.P.		115.00	
”	To ” from W.C.P.	25.50		
”	By Cash paid F. Mendenhall	           	100.00	
		850.12	525.00	
		525.00		
		225.12	525.00	
July 18th 	By Cash to W.C.P	209.50	209.50	
		225.12	209.50	
		209.00	          	
		15.62		
				
” 29	To Cash received of J.P. Yound on his note	30.00		
Aug 16	By Cash to S.C.P.		22.35	
” ”	” eror in book	         	1.47	
		45.62	23.82	
		23.82	        	
		21.80		
” ”	To Cash S.R.P.	2.35	        	
		24.15		
” ”	To Cash S.R.P.	100.00		
26	” ” ”	          	24.15	
		124.15	24.15	
		24.15		
		100.00		
30	lent to Coop By S.R.P		100.00	

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CASH ACCOUNT. APRIL.
Date.		Received.	Paid.	
	Sept. 10			
Sept	By Cash S.R.P	28.00		
17	” ” ”	1000.00		
18	paid to Coop.		1030.00	
18	” Cash S R P 	2.00	            	
		1030.00	1030.00	
Nov 15	paid Cash S.R.P.	150.00		
Dec 10	By Cash	29.00	12.00	
Jun 7	” ”	29.00	12.00	
		179.00		
		12.00		
” 13	By Cash S.R.P.	167.00	9.00	
		9.00		
” 13	Cash on hand	158.00		
31	By ” S.R.P.	90.00		

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CASH ACCOUNT. SEPTEMBER.
Date.		Received.	Paid.	
	90	8		
		50	15	
	cat	2.30	65	
	rat	1.65	25	
	sat	1.91	20	
	fat	2.25	25	
	mat	2.26	20	
	sad	4.15	10	
		1.56	30	
		3.00	25	
		85	50	
		1.81	50	
		1.45	55	
		35	35	
		1.25	30	
		75	20	
		3.16	60	
		75	60	
		1.00	20	
		1.35	10	
		95	20	
		1.89	15	
		2.60	30	
		3.30	20	
		40.04	40	
		51.00	40	
		91.04	30	
			40	
			20	
			90	
			160	
			40	
			20	
			11.90	

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CASH ACCOUNT. NOVEMBER.
Date.		Received.	Paid.	
	2.13			
	2.13			
	4.20			
	4.28			
	42			
	84			
	84			
	84			
	28			
	8			
	8			
	21			

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[From “To the West.” A version printed by H. De Marsan, New York [n. d.] can be found on the Library of Congress website. The title and first two verses appear on the right-hand page and the third on the left hand page.]
to the West
to the west. to the west. to the land of the free Where the migh-ty Missouri rolls down to the Sea Where A man is A man if hes willing to toil and the humblest may gather the. Fruits of the Soil. Where children are blessings and he who hath most. as aid for his fortune and Riches to boast. where the young may exult and the aged may rest. Away far Away to the land of the west
to the West. to the West &c

to the West to the west where the rivers that flow run thousands of miles spreading out as they go. Where the green waving forests Shall echo our Call as wide as old England. and free for us all Where the Prairies. like seas where the billows have roll’d
Are broad as the Kingdoms and empires of old. and the Lakes are like oceans in Storm or in rest; Away far Away to land of the west
to the West to the West &C.
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to the west to the west there is Wealth to be won the forest to Clear is the work to be done we’ll try it we’ll do it and never despair while theres light in the sunshine or breath in the air the bold independance that labour shall buy
Shall strengthen our hands and forbid us to sigh Away far Away let us hope for the best and build up A home in the land of the west

to the west to the west & C
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[From “Mother Kissed Me in My Dream,” words by George Cooper (1838–1927), music by John Rogers Thomas (1819–1896), published by Wm. A. Pond & Co, New York, available on the Library of Congress website.]
Mother kiss me in my Dream
1	lying on my dying bed through 
	the dark and Silent night
	praying for the Coming day
	Came A vision to my Sight
	near me stood the form I love
	in the moonlight mellow gleam
	folding me unto her breast
	Mother kissed me in my dream
	Mother Mother Mother kissed
		in my Dream

2	Comrades tell her when you right
	that I did my duty well
	Say that when the battle raged
	fighting in the van I fell
	tel her to when on my bed
	Slowly ebed my being streaned
	how I knew no peace untill
	Mother kissed me in my dream

	&C	&C	&C

	one Again I long to see
	home and kindred far away
	but I feel I shall be gone
	ere there dawns another day
	hopefully I bide the hour
	when will fade life feeble beam
	every pang has left me now
	mother kissed in my dream

	&C	&C	&C

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[From “Jeannie Lorn” (1863), words and music by W. Virgil Wallace]
Jennie Leorn
1	the tear was in the soldier eye it was on one Summer morn when he bade A last and long good buye to weeping Jennie leorn there Strayed down by the River Side mid feilds of waving Corn it was there he whisperd words of love to weeping Jennie Leorn

	Good by Jennie Leorn do not weep for me when the war is over love why I Come back to the

2	the Sommer Sun had Sunk to rest the Corn is gatherd now the red red rose is witherd now the leaves fall off the bough cold and keen the wintery blast across the mores is born why does not the Soldier writ to weeping Jennie Leorn

3	at length one day aweary Step approched the Cottage door A wounded Comrade brote the news her Edward was no more She spoke no word She made no Sigh but the robin on the thorn ere Spring had Come cheped Sadley ore the grave of Jennie Leorn.
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[From “Love at Home,” text and music by John Hugh McNaughton (1829–1891)]
There is beauty all around when there love at home there is joy in every Sound When theres love at home peace and plenty here abide Smiling Sweet on every Side time doth softly Sweetly glide when theres love at home

In the cottage there is joy when theres love at home hate and envy neer annoy When theres love at home Roses Blossom neath our feet all the earths A garden Sweet makings life A Bliss complete When theres love at home

Kindly heaven Smiles above when theres love at home all the earth is filld with love when theres love at home Sweeter Sings the brooklet by brighter beams the azure Sky o theres one that Smiles on high When theres love at home
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Multiplication table
Date. Des.
15/75
1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9	10	11	12	
2	4	6	8	10	12	14	16	18	20	22	24	
3	6	9	12	15	18	21	24	27	30	33	36	
4	8	12	16	20	24	28	32	36	40	44	48	
5	10	15	20	25	30	35	40	45	50	55	60	
6	12	18	24	30	36	42	48	54	60	66	72	
7	14	21	28	35	42	49	56	63	70	77	84	
8	16	24	32	40	48	56	64	72	80	88	96	
9	18	27	36	45	54	63	72	81	90	99	108	
10	20	30	40	50	60	70	80	90	100	110	120	
11	22	33	44	55	66	77	88	99	110	121	132	
12	24	36	48	60	72	84	96	108	120	132	144	

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Date. Des. 15th, 1875
[From “Mollie Darling” (1872), words and music by William Shakespeare Hays (1837–1907).]
Mollie Darling
Wont you tell me Mollie darling
that you love none else but me
for I love you Mollie Darling
you are all the world to me
ho! tell me darling. that you love me
Put your little hand in mine
take my heart. sweet Mollie darling
Say that you will give me thine
	Chorus
Mollie. fairest. sweetest. dearest
look up. darling. tell me this
do you love me Mollie darling
let you answer be A kiss

Stars are smilling. Mollie darling
through the mystic vail of night
they seem laughing Mollie darling
While fair luna hides her light
oh! no one listens but the flowers
While they hang their heads in shame
they are modest. Mollie darling
when they hear me Call your name
	Mollie. fairest &C.

I must leave you. Mollie darling
though the parting gives me pain
When the Stars Shine. Mollie darling
I will meet you here again
oh! good night Mollie. good-bye loved one
happy may you ever be
When you’re dreaming Mollie darling
Dont forget to dream of me
	Mollie. fairest

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Derection to
Ellen Washbern
Gilard P.O.
Louis Co Mo.
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Mrs C. Bennington
No. 1111 Wash Street
Between 11 & 12 Street
up Stairs
Saint Louis Mo.
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Edward Berry
Mexico Audrain
Co Mo.
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Thos. Parkinson
18th Church Street
Preston England