The Magnolia, Or, Gift-book of Friendship

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Clara Arnold
Phillips, Sampson, 1855 - 287 pages
 

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Page 76 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 9 - We have laughed at little jests ; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts ; But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow. We have been gay together : Shall a light word part us now ? We have been sad together ; We have wept, with bitter tears, O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years ; The voices which are silent there Would bid thee clear thy brow.
Page 9 - WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHERWE have been friends together, In sunshine and in shade ; Since first beneath the chestnut- trees In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart— A cloud is on thy brow ; We have been friends together — Shall a light word part us now...
Page 201 - And now, if ye will deal kindly and truly with my master, tell me: and if not, tell me; that 1 may turn to the right hand, or to the left.
Page 282 - ... in heaven more brightly than on earth. And the Father presses all the flowers to His heart; but He kisses the flower that pleases him best, and the flower is then endowed with a voice, and can join in the great chorus of praise ! "See" — this is what an angel said, as he carried a dead child up to heaven, and the child heard, as if in a dream, and they went on over the regions of home where the little child had played, and they came through gardens with beautiful flowers — "which of these...
Page 286 - I know it," replied the angel; "for I was myself the little sick boy who went upon crutches. I know my flower well." And now the child altogether unclosed his eyes, and gazed into the bright, glorious countenance of the angel ; and at the same moment they found themselves in the Paradise of God, where joy and blessedness for ever dwell. And God folded the dead child to his heart, and he received wings like the other angel, and flew hand in hand with him. And all the flowers, also, God folded to his...
Page 49 - Miss Lillywhite, at this last threat of Angelina's, to faint at a Hottentot — should rebuke the maiden with more than ordinary vivacity? The truth is, Miss Lillywhite had been much provoked: even on the previous Sunday, when Angelina had menaced to faint at the clergyman — a very handsome, meek young man, who preached a maiden sermon with great promise of preferment — Miss Lillywhite could only scold the maiden into firmness, by threatening to give her up, unattended, to the care of the beadle.
Page 28 - I should say not," replied the tailor's wife, with womanly decision. "And so I found. It is now, madam, ten years ago since I died. If you doubt me, take your way to the cemetery. There, madam, you will see my monument. There's no mistaking it — 'tis such a handsome thing, with work enough in it to have kept the sculptor and his family for a twelvemonth. I am there, ma'am, in alto relievo in four compartments ; and in all four my likeness by lamenting friends is considered very perfect. In one...
Page 223 - I dare say you had a good deal of difficulty in making them learn their parts." " Difficulty ? Difficulty is no word for it ! It was absolute martyrdom ! They would not learn ; they would not remember ; and I could never get them all together to rehearse." "But what was the end?" " You shall hear. Finding that some of my actors, who would perform in spite of every thing, had neither memory nor presence of mind, the idea struck me, to tell them, if they found themselves in any difficulty, to say,...
Page 25 - Thank you," said the little man ; his face puckered as he spoke, and shifting uneasily, — thank you, but people condemned to live in thimbles are not allowed to be comfortable." Poor creatures ! cried Mrs. Atkins, " it must be a strait lodging, goodness knows. I never heard of such a thing." " Benighted, darkened being ! " cried the little man in black ; " miserable, forlorn person," he continued, as though from a platform, — did you never hear of Solomon's brazen kettles ? " " Never, sir," said...

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