Lotty Wilson; or, Good prevails, by the author of Daunton manor house1865 |
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... feeling kept me silent . I enjoyed the mystery I had invested them with . I imagined there was something peculiar attached to them , and I preferred waiting for a while , indulging in little fanciful histories of the in- habitants of ...
... feeling kept me silent . I enjoyed the mystery I had invested them with . I imagined there was something peculiar attached to them , and I preferred waiting for a while , indulging in little fanciful histories of the in- habitants of ...
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... feel it necessary , to the carrying on of my tale , to confess that this , my beloved , my otherwise ( in my eyes ) faultless brother , was defective in one point , one essential vital point , which , to speak upon even now , though ...
... feel it necessary , to the carrying on of my tale , to confess that this , my beloved , my otherwise ( in my eyes ) faultless brother , was defective in one point , one essential vital point , which , to speak upon even now , though ...
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... feeling amused as well as surprised at the credulity of the poor girls in these advanced days of education ; and yet , I believe , there is a spice of superstition in the mind of every one of us , however we may try to ignore the same ...
... feeling amused as well as surprised at the credulity of the poor girls in these advanced days of education ; and yet , I believe , there is a spice of superstition in the mind of every one of us , however we may try to ignore the same ...
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... feeling with all our strength , as being contrary to those laws of Nature laid down by Providence , who , we are fully assured , has the power and the will to work out every- thing He sees proper for his children without the agency of ...
... feeling with all our strength , as being contrary to those laws of Nature laid down by Providence , who , we are fully assured , has the power and the will to work out every- thing He sees proper for his children without the agency of ...
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... feel that ever I shall get over this here business . ' Tis a bad chance for my poor little ones , miss , but ' tis what the Lord pleases , and I must try and make my peace with him , and pray that he will forgive me for all the sins of ...
... feel that ever I shall get over this here business . ' Tis a bad chance for my poor little ones , miss , but ' tis what the Lord pleases , and I must try and make my peace with him , and pray that he will forgive me for all the sins of ...
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Стр. 184 - Darker than night life's shadows fall around us, And, like benighted men, we miss our mark ; God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found us, Ere death finds out his victims in the dark. Onward we. go, for still we hear them singing, Come, weary souls ! for Jesus bids you come ! And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Стр. 185 - Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, Till life's long night shall break in endless love.
Стр. 185 - ... the pilgrims of the night. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea ; And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Стр. 81 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Стр. 184 - HARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wavebeat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come : ' And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Стр. 204 - Give me the spirit of Thy trust, To suffer as a son, — To say, though lying in the dust, " My Father's will be done !" I know that trial works for ends Too high for sense to trace ; That oft, in dark attire, He sends Some embassy of grace. May none depart till I have gained The blessing which it bears, And learn, though late, I entertained An angel unawares.
Стр. 204 - THOU whose sacred feet have trod The thorny path of woe, Forbid that I should slight the rod, Or faint beneath the blow. My spirit to its chastening stroke I meekly would resign, Nor murmur at the heaviest yoke That tells me I am Thine. Give me the spirit of Thy trust, To suffer as a son, — To say, though lying in the dust, My Father's will be done...
Стр. 185 - Cheer up, my soul ! faith's moonbeams softly glisten Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea; And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen To those brave songs which angels mean for thee. Angels of Jesus ! &c.
Стр. 81 - Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Стр. 133 - ... Hills. . . . I again ask you, as a favour, not to desert my family till things are set to rights for them. It is the dying request of "Your friend, " THOMAS J. FITZGERALD." There was also a letter to Mr. Edmond Dalton, of which the following is a copy: — . " Dublin, April 26, 1864. "Dear Ned, — I am going to ask a favour of you, and that is, that you will get Mrs. Dalton to break the sad news of my death to poor Lady Fitzgerald. I go down this evening, and my poor body will be found in the...