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Стр. 111 - 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.
Стр. 75 - Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and • Guide ; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.
Стр. 118 - THESE are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name— The Prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness.
Стр. 272 - The LORD will enter into judgment with the ancients of his people, and the princes thereof: for ye have eaten up the vineyard; the spoil of the poor is in your houses. 15 What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts.
Стр. 153 - The features of Brougham, were harsh in the extreme; while his forehead shot up to a great elevation, his chin was long and square; his mouth, nose, and eyes, seemed huddled together in the centre of his face—the eyes absolutely lost amid folds and corrugations; and while...
Стр. 249 - I suppose was about the truth, a labourer earning threepence a day, or eighteen pence in the week, could buy a bushel of wheat at six shillings the quarter, and twenty-four pounds of meat for his family. A labourer at present, earning twelve shillings a week, can only buy half a bushel of wheat at eighty shillings the quarter, and twelve pounds of meat at seven-pence.6 Several acts of pounds to make up a sum he had to pay.
Стр. 156 - ... the more tremendous; and while doing this, he ever and anon glared his eye, and pointed his finger, to make the aim and the direction sure. Canning himself was the first that seemed to be aware where and how terrible was to be the collision ; and he kept writhing his body in agony, and rolling his eyes in fear, as if anxious to find some shelter from the impending bolt.
Стр. 155 - Brougham was, at the outset, disjointed and ragged, and apparently without aim or application. He careered over the whole annals of the world, and collected every instance in which genius had degraded itself at the footstool of power, or principle had been sacrificed for the vanity or the lucre of place ; but still there was no allusion to Canning, and no connection that ordinary men could discover with the business before the House.
Стр. 244 - The testimony of some of the most respectable physicians has confirmed the opinion, that multitudes starve to death in England every year. Says the learned and humane Dr. Howard in a recent work on this subject : " The public generally have a very inadequate idea of the number of persons who perish annually from deficiency of food ; and there are few who would not be painfully surprised if an accurate record of such cases were presented to them. It is true, that in this country instances of death...