The Mothers' friend, ed. by Ann Jane, Volumes 8-12Ann Jane 1855 |
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... morning he sought , as usual , his mother , but he found her stiff and cold . This was her last lesson ! He has never forgotten it . He has grown to be a man— a good man ; and few who know his history can look on him without thinking of ...
... morning he sought , as usual , his mother , but he found her stiff and cold . This was her last lesson ! He has never forgotten it . He has grown to be a man— a good man ; and few who know his history can look on him without thinking of ...
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... morning and evening sacrifice . The Satur- day evening , and the Sabbath day , were especially seasons of enjoyment . In short , this humble dwelling was a Bethel , where the word of God was the infallible guide , and the presence of ...
... morning and evening sacrifice . The Satur- day evening , and the Sabbath day , were especially seasons of enjoyment . In short , this humble dwelling was a Bethel , where the word of God was the infallible guide , and the presence of ...
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... morning to meet them ere the school - time came . At a late hour every morning the wife presides at a second breakfast ; for her husband is " too busy " to spare any time for her or for his children , " What time shall we see you home ...
... morning to meet them ere the school - time came . At a late hour every morning the wife presides at a second breakfast ; for her husband is " too busy " to spare any time for her or for his children , " What time shall we see you home ...
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... morning . With the day comes its duties . The breakfast must be ready ; the children prepared for school , each of ... morning ? " " Mother wanted me to go on an errand , Sir . " " You did not bring your pence this morning , Mary ...
... morning . With the day comes its duties . The breakfast must be ready ; the children prepared for school , each of ... morning ? " " Mother wanted me to go on an errand , Sir . " " You did not bring your pence this morning , Mary ...
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... morning to night , week to week , and increasing from year to year . She must bear it alone , too , unhelped , unaided . Food must be found ; for the clamorous little group make all their appeals to her ; the constant cry is , " Mother ...
... morning to night , week to week , and increasing from year to year . She must bear it alone , too , unhelped , unaided . Food must be found ; for the clamorous little group make all their appeals to her ; the constant cry is , " Mother ...
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Page 36 - Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes...
Page 116 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Page 3 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
Page 137 - Either what woman having ten pieces of silver, if she lose one piece, doth not light a candle, and sweep the house, and seek diligently till she find it * And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbours together, saying, Rejoice with me ; for I have found the piece which I had lost. Likewise, I say unto you, There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.
Page 192 - Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence, shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live ? For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure, but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness.
Page 77 - GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
Page 36 - A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown...
Page 168 - For what glory is it, if, when ye be buffeted for your faults, ye shall take it patiently ? but if, when ye do well, and suffer for it, ye take it patiently, this is acceptable with God.
Page 216 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there...
Page 19 - THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.