Sketch of the life and oratory of John B. Gough


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Side 87 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Side 65 - It was a true report that I heard in mine own land of thy acts and of thy wisdom. Howbeit I believed not the words, until I came, and mine eyes had seen it: and, behold, the half was not told me : thy wisdom and prosperity exceedeth the fame which I heard.
Side 54 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 32 - I was at one time surrounded by millions of monstrous spiders, who crawled slowly, slowly, over every limb, whilst the beaded drops of perspiration would start to my brow, and my limbs would shiver until the bed rattled again. Strange lights would dance before my eyes, and then suddenly the very blackness of darkness would appal me by its dense gloom.
Side 78 - Ah! it is too late. Shrieking, cursing, howling, blaspheming, over you go ; and thousands thus go over every year by the power of evil habits, declaring, "When I find out that it is injuring me, then I will give it up.
Side 41 - Hope once more dawned, and I began to think, strange as it appeared, that such things as my friend promised me might come to pass. On the instant I resolved to try, at least, and said to the stranger : 'Well, I will sign it.' 'When? 'he asked. ' I cannot do so to-night,' I replied, ' for I must have some more drink presently ; but I certainly will to-morrow.
Side 81 - ... becomes a passion ; that passion a disease. Now his eye is fixed upon the bubble with fretful earnestness. Now he leaps with desperation and disappointment. Now it leads him away from all that is bright and beautiful ; from all the tender, clustering, hallowed associations of by-gone days, up the steep, hot sides of a fearful volcano. Now there is pain and anguish in the chase. He leaps and falls, and rises, bruised, scorched and blistered ; but the excitement...
Side 77 - "Ha! ha! we have heard of the rapids below us," laughs the man, "but we are not such fools as to get into them; when we find we are going too fast to suit our convenience, then hard up the helm and steer to...
Side 32 - Dante. Who can tell the horrors of that horrible malady, aggravated as it is by the almost ever-abiding consciousness that it is self-sought. Hideous faces appeared on the walls, and on the ceiling, and on the floors ; foul things crept along the bed-clothes, and glaring eyes peered into mine. I was at one time surrounded by millions of monstrous spiders...
Side 77 - Well it is a beautiful stream," said I, ' bright, and fair, and glassy ; how far off are the rapids ? ' ' Only a mile or two,

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