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transcription: This is book number III of the records of the writings from Patience Worth through Mrs. John H. Curran of St. Louis Mo. covering period from June 1913 to Dec 3-1937.
Beside the records there are six published books: "The Sorry Tale" "The Pot upon the Wheel" "Light from Beyond" "Patience Worth--A Psychic Mystery" "Hope Trueblood" and "Telka."
Two other books "A Shakespearian Mask" and "Samuel Wheaton" are complete but not published.
This book contains records from Mch 6-1916 to July 3-1916
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date: 1916-03-06
names-on-the-page: Mrs. McKittrick; Mr. & Mrs. Allen; Mr. Yost; The family
transcription: Patience: "See ye, there be men o' earth that fashion out o' wonder works, yes, and lo, they be but heavied o' word and die upon the o'erweight o' word. See, and man who doth to fashion out o' naught save word, lo, he be naught unto men and liveth not unto the days apast the hours o' him. For lo, he who doth to fashion out of word and putteth athin the word o' love, till the word doth burst out o' word and drip o' love, lo, he buildeth well and liveth ever; for love be Him and He ever beeth.
"See ye dames and sirrahs. I be a warring with but the blade o' love. See ye I be asong o' Him and do for to say me naught save what be abathed in the word o' Him.
"I be afancy that I do for to prance that the dame (Mrs. McKittrick) do see."
We spoke of the attitude of people toward the ouija board.
Patience: "Lo, the fool eateth naught save what the eye o' him taketh in. Yea, and 'tis wiseuns that eat amore o' what sheweth not unto the eye of them and take athin them a deep and call o' it wisdom, when lo, the fool sayeth this be folly; for how may then a man fill him up his belly's full 'pon what showeth not? See ye?
"See ye, I be at the weave that she share (Mrs. McKittrick) doth to eat the loaf agooded."
Here she wrote about 900 words of Panda.
Mrs. McKittrick and Mrs. Allen had occupied the time at the board. Patience objected thus:
"We set ye, that the dames do set at the hearth and nay a one that setteth o' the sirrah?"
Mr. Allen then came and Patience recognized his thus:
"Ashut 'pon that that be awry and at ope 'pon that that be aright, he ahere! So did I to say me long agone." (400)
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date: 1916-03-06
names-on-the-page: Patience, Mrs. Allen, Mr. Yost, Mr. Curran, Mrs. Curran, Mrs. Pollard
transcription: March 6, 1916 - Page 3
And set the hearts abeat o' hope Aborn athin thy spilling. Song o'me, spill, spill, spill! Spill thee of love unto the vasts Till like the echoes o' the wooded dells The very sirs adance them O' thy musics. ---------- Mrs. Allen asked for an inscription for her book.
Patience: "Lo, doth a one o' earth, who seeketh o' a love, take but from him his love. Yea and there be them shere athin thy day that do for to take them ever out their loves that they lend unto the days. O' this be a builded the songs o' day. Sobg to be aborn o' love. So do I to set amusicked aneath these hands."
The folks left and Mr. Yost asked for a word before he went.
Patience: "See I did to set me o' sweets that they do set astaste for the more. There be the darked tide, eh? Set thee arest, 'tis the dog that pulleth his tether that doth to hang o' himself alater! "Lor', he, the quill o' me, (Mr. Curran) hath swallowed o' hots that burned like unto fires! "And thee, Brother, (Mr. Yost) aseek that the scripts do yield o' blooms for the stalk thou hast grown! "And she ahere, (Mrs. Curran) ashaken and quiver o'er the words o' earth! "And she o' the hearth, (Mrs. Pollard) at shake and quiver atoo! "See, there be not o' a longish o' the teared tale ayet. 'Tis songed I put and yet o' tale;; what wouldst thee?" We asked for a song and she gave this in the most comical way dragging the alternate lines. - Weary Setteth Me'Tis songed I'd be But w-e-a-r-y a-s-e-t-t-e-t-h m-e. 'Tis at the doings o' day I'd be But w-e-a-r-y a-s-e-t-t-e-t-h m-e. 'Tis at the doings o' castles rare But w-e-a-r-y a-s-e-t-t-e-t-h m-e! I'd harvest o' the grain that rusteth there But w-e-a-r-y a-s-e-t-t-e-t-h m-e! I'd finish o' this song, ye see, But w - e - a - r - y s - e - t - t - e - t - h m - e! (402)
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date: 1916-03-07
names-on-the-page: Patience, Mr. Chaurvenet, The Family.
transcription: March 7, 1916
Mr. Chauvenet, The Family.
Mr. Chauvenet asked if Patience could read minds. We told him that she said of this before.
Patience: "This be atrue and yet how be it that that cometh from out thy in-man, and be not yet afinished and standeth not as a thing, that a one, e'en though he be astripped o' flesh, see and know this, thy thought, e'en though thast hast ne'er given birth to it?
"See, nay thought be, save that that be set afleshed o' word that men know. Yes, and he who cometh unto thy day shall ne'er aspend o' naught save the coin o' thy day."
We all remarked that she seemed to like to talk philosophy and religion when Mr. Chauvenet was present.
Patience: (To Mr. Chauvenet) "See ye, man; flesh be the veil o' the here, and 'tis the in-man that be the veil unto thee athere. Astripped o' flesh, man beeth as his brother. See, man, this abe a bittered draft for men o' earth who do for to sup but the froth's foam off the earth's wave.
"Loraday! Thee'lt know that that standeth as the thought o' ye shall be as a tongued flame o' thousandth wisdom at thy come ahere.
"Yea, thoughts be as the scripts o' all the earth's days; for that that filleth Here be amightier than thy scripts o' all the earth's days. E'en as a dust's mite be thy scripts unto this wisdom's fount. Yea, thy sages be the fools o' the courts ahigh."
We discussed this and Mr. Chauvenet began to speculate on what the hereafter might be in the measure of wisdom and pleasure. Patience said:
"Hark! Hark ye! Dream thee with thy handmaid. That thou mightst sup the wraithed scent o' the lilies o' all the earth's days. Think ye on it!
"Shouldst thee bask athin the chained golded strand o' joyed smiles that builded them 'midst the day's hours since Time. Think ye on it!
"That thou mightest succor 'neath the softed hands that have soothed the earth's woes through Time. Think ye on it!
"That thy atom mightest set it unto the building up o' the mighty pillar o' thy blood's building since Time. Think ye on it!
"This be the task o' the mighty sages. Yea, and yet look! Love be the Ever-day o' earth. See, and He hath spoke this Ahere be love. So needst thou that ye see this thing?"
He she asked if we wanted her to write on the Sorry Tale and we assenting, she wrote 500 words of it. Then she said:
"See, I did to prance me o' the Tale. There be nay a longish o' it. See ye, she the Sage, who hath lent o' the hand o' her
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date: 1916-03-07
names-on-the-page: Patience
transcription: March 7, 1916 - Page 2
and he the sought that I did to set o' this tale, shall come them that 'neath their hands this be. There be ayet amore I shall to put, but e'en dost thou seek that I do this thing, 'tis meet that doth a one make a trust, he keep o' it. See there be amore I do to put. How be it I do set o' the Merry for thee?"
We accpeted the substitution with pleasure and she proceeded to write about 300 words of the Merry Tale which she had not touched for about three weeks.
At this point Mr. and Mrs. Cornman came in for a little call and Patience, noticing them, said to Mr. Chauvenet:
"See ye, man, there be loves o' the hearth ahere! Yea, and I did to set me o' sweets for the bud o' them."
This referred to some lovely things she had said to their little grand-daughter some time since.