The Ladies' Repository, Volume 20L. Swormstedt and J.H. Power, 1860 |
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... dear Lord give you a thankful heart , my child ; for truly it is of his mercies that we are not con- sumed , because his compassions fail not . ' get over Jordan there won't be any mourning there , only white robes that shine like the ...
... dear Lord give you a thankful heart , my child ; for truly it is of his mercies that we are not con- sumed , because his compassions fail not . ' get over Jordan there won't be any mourning there , only white robes that shine like the ...
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... dear to his heart as the thought occurred to him that the deathly plague might demand one of his own , or , perhaps , himself as a victim . It was to the same intimate friend of whom we have already spoken that he opened his heart , and ...
... dear to his heart as the thought occurred to him that the deathly plague might demand one of his own , or , perhaps , himself as a victim . It was to the same intimate friend of whom we have already spoken that he opened his heart , and ...
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... dear little boy , who said , true as his life , When I got big " he'd make me his wife ; So he counted my fingers and stopped at the third , Slipped on the ring and called me his bird , And made me promise that hand of mine Should be ...
... dear little boy , who said , true as his life , When I got big " he'd make me his wife ; So he counted my fingers and stopped at the third , Slipped on the ring and called me his bird , And made me promise that hand of mine Should be ...
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... dear to her . One bright spring morning she joined hands with him for life , not more than half knowing what were the motives that led her to the altar , as she stood a timid , unso- phisticated bride among her envious companions ...
... dear to her . One bright spring morning she joined hands with him for life , not more than half knowing what were the motives that led her to the altar , as she stood a timid , unso- phisticated bride among her envious companions ...
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... dear , are you sick ? " he asked , observing her sad face and the tears that filled her eyes in spite of her every effort . He drew her on to a lounge by his side and repeated his questions , " Are you sick ; does not the house suit you ...
... dear , are you sick ? " he asked , observing her sad face and the tears that filled her eyes in spite of her every effort . He drew her on to a lounge by his side and repeated his questions , " Are you sick ; does not the house suit you ...
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Page 119 - Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
Page 482 - ... our pride, and four times as much by our folly, and from these taxes the commissioners cannot ease or deliver us by allowing an abatement. However, let us hearken to good advice and something may be done for us ; God helps them that help themselves, as Poor Richard says.
Page 482 - Sloth, like rust, consumes faster than labor wears ; while the used key is always bright, as Poor Richard says. But dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of, as Poor Richard says.
Page 365 - The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments, and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust men, when their own lives, and the fate of their wives, their children, and their country, hang on the decision of the hour. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain, and all elaborate oratory contemptible.
Page 121 - And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you ; depart from me, ye that work iniquity. Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock : and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the wind? blew and beat upon that house ; and it fell not : for it was founded upon a rock.
Page 116 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?
Page 116 - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold. And to the presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?' - The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord. Answered, 'The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 119 - Write ye also for the Jews, as it liketh you, in the king's name, and seal it with the king's ring ; for the writing which is written in the king's name, and sealed with the king's ring, may no man reverse.
Page 169 - THERE is a glorious City in the Sea. The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing ; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the Sea, Invisible; and from the land we went, As to a floating City — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream, So smoothly, silently...
Page 169 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates! The path lies o'er the sea, Invisible: and from the land we went, As to a floating city — steering in, And gliding up her streets, as in a dream...