Notebook belonging to J. W. Dwyne (1901)
My Dad was not particularly religious, he kept a small black book with notes and saying's that were of interest.
I will tell your fortune not by lines upon the hand (a type of fortune telling I do not understand),
I'll tell it by those other lines, the lines upon your face and what they spell of charm in you, and kindness and grace.
I will tell your fortune not by crystal or by card, I'll tell it by your bearing when life's road is steep and hard; the way you meet with failure and the way you meet success.
I'll tell it by your light of aim, your creed of happiness.
I will tell your fortune not by bumps upon your head, but by your words and by your deeds and how your life is led, your powers of fellow service, oh I'll tell your fortune true - - by the joy you bring to others; and the love that comes to you.
Remember only times of Love and Gladness,
Forget the troubles, let them slip away.
Store up laughter, never mind the sadness of everyday.
Remember only things of Love and Beauty
Forget the stark words people sometimes say
For happy thoughts will keep you to your duty, through every day
Remember all the mercies God is sending
For thankfulness will help you Love and Pray
And Love and Prayer will bring a peaceful ending to each day.
Let bygones be bygones and good be extracted
From ills over which it is folly to fret.
The worst of mortals have foolishly acted
The kindest are those who forgive and forget.
There is a power to make each hour
As sweet as heaven designed it,
Nor need we roam to bring it home
Though few there be that find it
We look to high, for things close by
And lose what nature found us
For earth has here no charm so dear
As home and friends around us.
Look to this day,
For it is life, the very life of life.
In it's brief course all the variety of your existence
The bliss of growth
The glory of action
The splendour of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision
But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day.
Success is costly if we pay for it lowered standards
and degraded manhood or womanhood.
Failure is not defeat if we remain true
to what we know is right and noble
Remember when hear sick or weary,
The sunshine comes after rain
Soon your clouds will have vanished
And smiles will be yours again.
If I can bear his cross,
What matters scorn of men, my grief, my loss
Ambitions, failure, all that I have sought,
Except what I in Love for Christ have wrought
If I can see his face
By faith a vision of his beauty trace
What matters if my path be thorny now
I see the radiant light upon his brow
If I can hear his voice
My throbbing heart, though wounded shall rejoice;
What though I wander through bewildering ways
My soul shall evermore my Saviour praise.
If I can feel his hand
That guides me onward to the better land
What though my tears must fall I see a light
Through mist of sorrow ever shining bright.
Dear Lord, I turn to thee
My hope in life through death eternity
My cross is radiant now with flowers fair
Oh, make my life through love a living prayer
If you want to be happy
Begin where you are, don't wait for some rapture
That's future and far
Begin to be joyous,
Begin to be glad, and soon you'll forget
That you ever were sad.
Twixt Luck and Pluck
Lies but a letter;
Right good is Luck
But Pluck is better.
For Luck you sit
And wait his wooing;
But Pluck means Grit
And something doing!
If you would grow in wisdoms way
Five things observe with care,
To whom you speak
Of whom you speak and
How and when and where
Who hath a friend,
With whom to share,
Hath double cheer
And half a care.
We must try to be the very
best kind of person of the kind that we are,
for it is fatal to try to be the Kind we are not.
We cannot all be actors.
Someone must see the show.
No matter if you do your best,
You'll get your Kicks like all the rest.
But go right on through praise or blame,
And do your duty just the same.
Throw overboard useless regretting,
For deeds that you cannot undo,
And learn the great art of forgetting
Old things that embitter the new.
To-Day's the Day
We cannot change yesterday,
That is quite clear,
Or begin on tomorrow
Until it is here.
So all that remains
Both for you and for me
Is to make today
Just as sweet as can be.
One of the greatest lessons
of life is to learn not to
do what one likes, but to
like what one does.
The following letter was from my Grandmother
Although you don't understand this note I shall be thinking about you on your birthday. You will be one year old. As you grow up I hope you will be always Good. Try to do your best just like Granddad did, you are named after a good Man. He would have been proud of you.
God bless you from Grandma
I shall put 10/ to your account for Billy
The above would have been written in March 1945, the 10/ is 10 shillings.
My Grandmother in turn followed by my Dad's sisters Flo and Sally very thoughtfully put small amounts of money into an account for me. This provided some spending money when I was in the UK. They also sent me sweaters (birthday/x-mas) and the EAGLE, a weekly boys magazine (Dan Dare pilot of the Future). Some of the sweaters lasted me 'till my 50's and I still have a few Eagles. As a youth I should have been more thankful, it is however a kindness that has never been forgotten.
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