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dc.creatorMcQuigg, Jesse Y., 1843-1933
dc.date.accessioned2020-11-24T18:13:46Z
dc.date.available2020-11-24T18:13:46Z
dc.date.issued1876-03-31
dc.identifier.urihttps://repository.tcu.edu/handle/116099117/42712
dc.descriptionchurch and personal update
dc.format.medium8x10 paper
dc.relationClark Family Letters
dc.rightsPrior written permission from TCU Special Collections required to use any document or photograph
dc.sourceBox 2, Folder 7, Item 18
dc.subjectClark, Sally McQuigg (Mrs. Addison)
dc.subjectClark, Addison, Sr.
dc.subjectMcQuigg, Jesse
dc.titleLetter to Addison and Sallie Clark
dc.typeDocument
dc.description.transcriptionBonham Mar. 31, 1876. Dear Brother and Sister: Thoug I’m suffering of cold this morning, I feel it my duty to try and write a few lines, for my time for answering your last is here - don’t know but what I’ve answered the last. All well. Save Scharlotte – She is about as usual – had been down for two weeks - but is able to sit up now. I made application to the county for aid in her case the last of Jan. the allowed us eight dollars pr. Month, for taking care of an invalid – ‘twas very little but still ‘tis much better than nothing – we have kept her twelve months or more for nothing - but she wasn’t so bad. The two months expired Monday – when the County Court met again – I went over and stated the case just as it was – they were more liberal than before - made an allowance of 15 dollars pr. month. Sister has a hard time waiting on her - has to help her up – pull of and put on her clothes at times. I collected yesterday the 16 dollars for the past two months - took it to Sister – told her it was hers – that if she had ever earned any thing she had earned that. She has made an arrangement with the woman, that we had when Ernest was sick, to come and live in the Smokehouse – and keep Scharlotte for the rent of the room, which would be quite a good arrangement if she did not have so many children. Friends generally well now. Uncle C. is up and going round. Old Sister Gale is still down but is said to be on the mend. Old Brother Spotts and Mrs. Cook were both burried last Sunday. Binkly was down and preached the funerals – did not hear them went in the morning to hers bros. S’s preached but could not get in the house. Mason’s burried him with all the formalities known to their order - enough at least to disgust me - the Oddfellows were allowed to march in the procession, and to deposit their piece of cellar in the grave. The Methodists that were not either M’s or O’s were not permitted to take any part in the matter save to look on at their mockery. Many of our brethren were engaged in this too Oh! would but they could see their folly, and lay aside this weight – the love that so easily beset them of man-made schemes - and the glory coming out of their being connected with these, and give Gall instead of Man - their talent, time and means spent to keep up these Societies. Oh! Why will they descend into the low grounds occupied by these, when they occupy a plain so far above. The highest position that can be attended in life is that of the Child of God. To be his is far more desirable than to have all the honor, wealth, and praise that this world can give. What do these Societies promise beyond the grave - alas! That is the end of their work - beyond is an aching ____ - here their union is severed, but Christianity leaps beyond – yea it is with the Faithful in the dread hour of death - and beyond - its promises are sure a crown of eternal life is given. But away. ‘Tis raining. A gloomy day. Times are dull - don’t sell much. Gardens set back by the freezes. We have to plant anew all save potatoes. The bed of cabbage plants that I have down here are fine the others were killed – will set some out in a few days, if nothing prevents. I have written of late to all our brothers but John – had written to him a few weeks since. My efforts in future will be to reunite the Scattered Flock, but not here below, no for this is impossible. Perhaps this can be accomplished in the Over Yonder. God grand that it may. I wrote to some length to all them upon this. If I can only get one of the wanders to return, or encourage one to faithfully discharge his duties to his Master in future, I will be sufficiently repaid for what little I do. I promised to send you Uncle Jesse’s letter this time, but owing to my writing so many letters of late I have not been able to answers his yet so I will have to wait till next time. I have had no letters since I wrote you last. Still they Marry. Better Pace and a Mr. Bennett from Denison (a young widower with 4 children) were married Sunday night. I am indeed sorry for those little children - they will have a poor excuse for a mother, only the name. Annie Caldwell and one of the Ewing bros. wagon makers were married last week or week before. Dr. Buchanan a dentist and Miss Leitittia were married three or four weeks since. Love of all to all. With- Your Brother, Jesse Y. McQuigg P.S. We will start on our surveying expedition, as soon as Bro. Keithly gets his corn planted. ‘Twill be a week or perhaps two. We will be nine miles south of Jacksborough. How far is that from you? Will our route from here to Jacksbrough any point [starts writing up the side] if it be any nearer you than there. If so what is the nearest point I want to get off from them when the work is completed and come or go down to Hood. Give me my best route - distances & ect - also the names of some parties on the route if you can - so that if I do get off I can make good use of my time. Is there any dangers for one man alone on the route, 11 oclock and will it rain.


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