{"id":1338,"date":"2012-03-20T17:10:47","date_gmt":"2012-03-20T17:10:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tngenweb.org\/perry\/?p=1338"},"modified":"2014-07-15T16:29:18","modified_gmt":"2014-07-15T21:29:18","slug":"mosella-hunt-crowell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tngenweb.org\/perry\/mosella-hunt-crowell\/","title":{"rendered":"Mosella Hunt Crowell Autograph Album"},"content":{"rendered":"

Contributed by:\u00a0 Margie Pace
March 2010<\/h3>\n

This is the autograph album of Mosella G. Hunt Crowell.\u00a0 This album is from the 1860s through the 1890s.\u00a0 A number of people who wrote and signed her book appear to have been from Perry County.\u00a0 It appears that many of these pages were written in her book during two times in her life:<\/p>\n

1)\u00a0 During her marriage to David Crowell.\u00a0 Then she is still “Mittie” Hunt.<\/p>\n

2)\u00a0 Times that seem to be bidding her farewell as a teacher around 1890-1891.\u00a0 Then she’s referred to as “Mittie Crowell.”<\/p>\n

Mosella lived from 1847 to 1896.\u00a0 She married David Crowell in 1867 in Humphries County.\u00a0 By the 1870 census, they are living in Perry County.\u00a0 She continued to live in Perry County until her death in 1896.\u00a0 She is buried in Danielsburg Cemetery.<\/p>\n

This album was submitted by Margie Pace of Jacksonville Florida.\u00a0\u00a0 (bob dot pace at comcast dot net).\u00a0 Mosella Hunt Crowell was her husband’s great grandmother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
Date<\/th>\nTranscription<\/th>\nPhoto of page<\/th>\n<\/tr>\n
Nov 11, 1880<\/td>\nTo Mrs. Mittie Crowell
May the blessings of God await thee, may the sun of glory shine about thee, may the gates of ______ plenty and happiness ever be open to thee, may no sorrow distress thy days no grief disturb thy nights and may the pillow of peace kiss thy cheeks and the pleasure of imagination attend thy dreams.\u00a0 And when bright of years make thee tired of earthy joys and the curtain of death gently closes around thy last sleep of human existence May the angel of God attend thy bed and guard the expiring lamp of life that it may not receive one rude blast to hasten on its extinction.Blest as the immortal God is His
The youth who fondly sits by thee’s
And hears and sees thee all the while
Softly speak and sweetly smileJohn Will (Flviners?)
Lobelville<\/td>\n		 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Dec. 8, 1880<\/td>\nMittie
May health, wealth, love and peace with each succeeding year in _____ and Oh the lash come where it may be unto thee a happy dayFrom your boy
Jno. H. Britt
Georgestown, Tn.<\/td>\n		 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Nov 1st 1865<\/td>\nTo Mittie
Thy mind so pure I’d not engageWith words of worthless kind
I’d place upon this priceless page
A jewel for thy mind
Believe me I would have it good
Believe I’d have it time
Believe me if I only could
I’d make a wish for you
I’d wish for you a life of peace
As long as it is sweet
And when thy toils on earth shall cease
In heaven a crown and seat
W.J.D. Spence<\/td>\n		 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Nov 1866<\/td>\nTo my friend Mittie
My faithfull ______ I’d laid asideAnd thought to write _____ in ________
The subject though, that now invites
Is so peculiarly refined
It wakes the power of poetry
As doth the rainbows beauty bright
And swells the hearth with melody
To look within those eyes of light
TIs not thy form nor face so fair
That claims the wealth I now entwine
Thy virtues all so rich and rare
Spring from a cultivated mind
I love thy joyous laughing eyes
Thy step so gracefully refined
The power to appear so bold and shy
But more than all they brilliant mind
May peace and love and joy be thine
And life a blessing always prove
In works of love your actions shine
And rest at last with God aboveDoug Reynolds
Waverly<\/td>\n		 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Dec 1891<\/td>\nMrs CrowellRemember me when far awayWhen absent from thy sight
And I’ll do the same by thee
With pleasure and delight
Your loving friend<\/p>\n

Jenie McCall
Dardin, Tenn<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
24 Nov 1878<\/td>\nTo my friend Mrs. Mittie CrowellWe may write our names in albumsWe may trace them in the sand
Or may chisel them in marble
In a firm and skillful hand
In the book of God’s great album
May your name be friend with care
And may all who here have written
Write their names forever there<\/p>\n

Lovingly your friend,
Mollie A. Britt
Britt’s Landing, Tenn.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
27 July 1890<\/td>\nMrs. Crowell
Peace be around thee, wherever thy rovestMay life be for thee one summer’s dayAnd all that thou wishAnd all that thou lovestCome smiling around thy summer way<\/p>\n

If sorrow o’er this calm should break<\/p>\n

May even thy tears pass off so lightly<\/p>\n

Like spring showers they will only make<\/p>\n

The smiles that follow shine more brightly<\/p>\n

Your Friend<\/p>\n

S.J. Wesson<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
27 Feb 1866<\/td>\nTo Miss Mozella Hunt
A man of 67 years in the album of a young lovely girlWhat can he bring?Out of a long experience he can bring good adviceOn every page in this year book are written wishes for your happiness and heartily I add mine.Permit me to give you my analyze of true happiness<\/p>\n

This is a plant growing in your own heart<\/p>\n

Millions of gold cannot buy one grain of true happiness<\/p>\n

The seed of this heavenly plant has to be cherished very careful<\/p>\n

But it is in the reach of every one<\/p>\n

Without distinction formed by outward things or circumstances<\/p>\n

Like all the other blessings of heaven<\/p>\n

Experience shows how true happiness rather prefers<\/p>\n

The cottage before the stately mansion<\/p>\n

And this forms one more proof for the heavenly origin of the same<\/p>\n

Dear miss let this definition by your guide through<\/p>\n

And sure you will enjoy happiness under all circumstances<\/p>\n

Religion of Christ is the foundation of true happiness<\/p>\n

And the kind nurse of this tender plant in rough and adverse seasons<\/p>\n

That you enjoy this happiness is my fervent wish<\/p>\n

Charles A Miller<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

 <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
23 Nov 1866<\/td>\nTo Miss Mittie
Whose surpassing beauty and many amenable accomplishmentsHas ____ for has the admiration of all who know herMay the youthful ______ not the _______Nor her young heart know the blighting frosts of disappointmentBut her life be one proud flow of happiness<\/p>\n

And her pathway through the sweetest flowers trip the ____<\/p>\n

That _____ as bright as sunset ____ turns to ashes<\/p>\n

And the let may no ________ ____ enter the pane<\/p>\n

But may pleasure and joy sign forever<\/p>\n

May Angelo and Seraphs be her guardians<\/p>\n

And may she when her griefs and toils are o\u0092er<\/p>\n

And life’s firestorm is past<\/p>\n

May she safely ______ the heavenly shore<\/p>\n

Where joy is immortal last<\/p>\n

County Clerk’s Office<\/p>\n

Waverly Tennessee<\/p>\n

November 23rd 1866<\/p>\n

William W Hobbs<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

 <\/a> <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
\u00a0<\/td>\nMrs. Crowell
A few short days ago you had never heard my nameI had never looked upon your faceBut that ____ _____ which oft in other years has smiled___ ____ gave signal proofs of favor whom it _______You _______ wishing them _____ of my acquaintance<\/p>\n

Only a few short days ago but now friendship ____\u00a0 are firmly spun<\/p>\n

And cannot will not be undone<\/p>\n

I must leave you soon perhaps forever<\/p>\n

But written upon this _____ pages of my hearts volume<\/p>\n

Are sweetest memories traced by this finger of regard<\/p>\n

When in future years I take my guns from _____ casket<\/p>\n

Thoughts of you as perfect pearls<\/p>\n

Over safety glasses in the emerald setting of love<\/p>\n

When the frosts of many winters sparkle<\/p>\n

Your hair with threads of ________<\/p>\n

When beauty flower withers on your cheek<\/p>\n

And its ______ brightness fades from your eye<\/p>\n

When death\u0092s angel hovers near your _________<\/p>\n

May he whisper in your ear this sweet assurance that<\/p>\n

You have passed through the world like an angel with wings<\/p>\n

And caught ______ happiness purity brings<\/p>\n

That far up that bright world<\/p>\n

Where sin never mars<\/p>\n

Your _____ shall be ______<\/p>\n

_____ with stars<\/p>\n

Annie Cora Brashear<\/p>\n

Linden, Tenn.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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