As we are nearing the end of the year and I have not posted anything new, I reckon it's time for more autographs. This book is from Oregon City, Oregon, and belonged to Annie who got a large number of autographs in the late 1880s. There is a strong Christian theme to most of these autographs. Cursive handwriting at the time seemed to take on many new tricks, making it near impossible for me to translate. Here are the ones I can decipher.
He who gives much plenty stands,
Who withholds hath empty hands.
Jan. 16th, 1888
Farewell and if by distance parted
We see each other's face no more,
Ah, may we with the faithful-hearted
Meet beyond the parting shore.
Your friend, Lucy Gill
June 25, 1888
Nearer the bound of life
where we lay our burdens down,
Nearer leaving the cross
Nearer gaining the Crown.
Your friend, Sophia Bean
July 5, 1888
Nearer my father's house
Where the many mansions be --
Nearer the great white throne
Nearer the crystal sea.
Your friend forever, Nellie Bean
July 2, 1888
Always be true to the ties
Of friendship and ???? ???? you and I.
Merry, happy, free from care
With all prospects bright and fair,
Blessing many friendship true
Such my friend I wish for you.
Oct. 7, 1888
Roses without thorns for thee.
Your friend, W.H.G.
Within this book so pure and white,
Let some friends presume to write
And may each line with friendship given
Direct the reader's thoughts to heaven.
Ever your friend,
July 11, 1888
Onward through life,
What ever your past
Strive to keep a cheerful heart.
Your friend, L. Sykes
July 16th 1889
Oregon City, Oregon
What's in your mind let no one know,
Nor to your friend your secrets show.
For if your friend becomes your foe,
Then everyone of your secret's known.
Your true friend, Della Boylan,
May 27, 1888
When grass is green and roses red,
Remember me when I am dead.
Oregon City, 1889
O ne'er may the Stars St. Peter
on her radiant brow decay,
O Lord of Glory, crown thy spouse
on the great accounting day.
Ever your friend,
M. Etty Albright, Oct. 11, 1888
Passing through life's field of action
Lest we part before its end,
Take within your modest volume
this memento from a friend.
Ever your friend, Lizzie Banche
June 7, 1888
Think of me when you are happy
Keep for me one little spot;
In the depth of thine affection,
plant a sweet forget-me-not.
Your friend, Mollie
When you are old and cannot see,
Put on your specks and think of me.