The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, Volumes 16 à 17David H. Ela, 1850 |
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... write , when I think of my barren- ness and unfruitfulness in the vineyard of my master . But , dear E― , we shall never arise , if we look only to ourselves . We must look to Him who has promised that we shall , one day , be holy , as ...
... write , when I think of my barren- ness and unfruitfulness in the vineyard of my master . But , dear E― , we shall never arise , if we look only to ourselves . We must look to Him who has promised that we shall , one day , be holy , as ...
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... writer of some note , writing to his brother about the education of a nephew , says , " Above all things , never let your nephew touch a novel or a romance . " An opinion given in such a manner must have been an hon- est opinion . And ...
... writer of some note , writing to his brother about the education of a nephew , says , " Above all things , never let your nephew touch a novel or a romance . " An opinion given in such a manner must have been an hon- est opinion . And ...
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... that you may have that perfect peace , which those always enjoy , who keep the commandments of God . May God forever I would write more , but have not time . bless you . Your own Sister , 99 A few months after , when called to enter upon.
... that you may have that perfect peace , which those always enjoy , who keep the commandments of God . May God forever I would write more , but have not time . bless you . Your own Sister , 99 A few months after , when called to enter upon.
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... , he will be discontented everywhere . So long as the fire of love burns brightly on the domestic altar , he will not be frozen by the selfishness of the world . Ideals of Every Day Life . - THE LIF E. B 0 0 K. WRITE , mother 7 *
... , he will be discontented everywhere . So long as the fire of love burns brightly on the domestic altar , he will not be frozen by the selfishness of the world . Ideals of Every Day Life . - THE LIF E. B 0 0 K. WRITE , mother 7 *
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THE LIF E. B 0 0 K. WRITE , mother , write ! A new unspotted book of life before thee , Thine is the hand to trace upon its pages The first few characters ; to live in glory , Or live in shame through long unending ages ! Write , mother ...
THE LIF E. B 0 0 K. WRITE , mother , write ! A new unspotted book of life before thee , Thine is the hand to trace upon its pages The first few characters ; to live in glory , Or live in shame through long unending ages ! Write , mother ...
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Page 29 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Page 106 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 60 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Page 83 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Page 29 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 8 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 60 - Let the world despise and leave me ; They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me — Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me — Show thy face, and all is bright.
Page 44 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
Page 60 - Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest! O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ; O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Page 83 - The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears : And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years.