The Scots Magazine, Or, General Repository of Literature, History, and Politics, Bind 64

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Alex Chapman and, 1802
 

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Side 565 - For I spake not unto your fathers, nor commanded them in the day that I brought them out of the land of 'Egypt, concerning burnt offerings or sacrifices : but this thing commanded I them, saying, Obey my voice, and I will be your God, and ye shall be my people : and walk ye in all the ways that I have commanded you, that it may be well unto you.
Side 498 - Blefled are the dead which die in the Lord, from henceforth : Yea, faith the Spirit, that they may reft from their labours ; and their works do follow them.
Side 113 - ... in the formation of a man, than of any other creature. Who was it that made him ? I bethought me...
Side 565 - To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto Me ? saith the LORD : I am full of the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts ; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he-goats.
Side 113 - But if so, why does it not still happen, that men grow out of the earth? And from whence did this same earth itself, the sea, the sun, the moon, and stars arise into existence?
Side 136 - I am dying, has commenced a process, and will infallibly put me into jail. Do, for God's sake, send me that sum, and that by return of post. Forgive me this earnestness; but the horrors of a jail have made me half distracted.
Side 56 - O Ofcar ! bend the ftrong in arm : but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people ; but like the gale, that moves the grafs, to thofe who afk thine aid.
Side 6 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 701 - Baron Nelson of the Nile and of Burnham Thorpe, in the County of Norfolk...
Side 356 - ... to the community. It was not therefore for the purpose of performing the pious office of friendship, by fondly strewing flowers upon his tomb, that I have drawn your attention to the character of the Duke of Bedford ; the motive that actuates me is one more suitable to what were his views. It is that this great character may be strongly impressed upon the minds of all who hear me — that they may see it — that they may feel it — that they may discourse of it in their...

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