The Romance of the Association: Or, One Last Glimpse of Charlotte Temple and Eliza Wharton. A Curiosity of Literature and LifePress of J. Wilson and Son, 1875 - 102 sider |
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... certain things of the Thomas Stanley who came with these men , and went with them to Hartford , which give us leave to entertain these questions . The answers probably perished , when the old parsonage of 6 SEPARATION .
... certain things of the Thomas Stanley who came with these men , and went with them to Hartford , which give us leave to entertain these questions . The answers probably perished , when the old parsonage of 6 SEPARATION .
Side 49
... gives to those grown cold in disappointment and isolation a passing glimpse at least of the great central fires of Life and Motion ! Just as my eyes overflowed and my heart softened , a little ragged child , with fagots in her arms ...
... gives to those grown cold in disappointment and isolation a passing glimpse at least of the great central fires of Life and Motion ! Just as my eyes overflowed and my heart softened , a little ragged child , with fagots in her arms ...
Side 52
... give me your name , sir , if you please ? " I cannot tell why at that moment there was such utter silence in the car . The coarse factory folk we had fallen among could have had no sympathy with what was coming ; but I heard the answer ...
... give me your name , sir , if you please ? " I cannot tell why at that moment there was such utter silence in the car . The coarse factory folk we had fallen among could have had no sympathy with what was coming ; but I heard the answer ...
Side 58
... give up the pilgrimage . The old parsonage burned down ; its treasures , bound and unbound , crumbled into ashes . So , alas ! did the beautiful portrait which hung over the mantel . As a child , William had loved it and prattled over ...
... give up the pilgrimage . The old parsonage burned down ; its treasures , bound and unbound , crumbled into ashes . So , alas ! did the beautiful portrait which hung over the mantel . As a child , William had loved it and prattled over ...
Side 81
... . is with you , give my kindest love to him . You won't be jealous : that is my foible ! " Thank you for writing at that late hour when you must have been fatigued with dissimulation . Was the question THE STORY AND THE LETTER . 81.
... . is with you , give my kindest love to him . You won't be jealous : that is my foible ! " Thank you for writing at that late hour when you must have been fatigued with dissimulation . Was the question THE STORY AND THE LETTER . 81.
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Side 75 - They say there is a young lady in New Haven who is beloved of that great Being who made and rules the world, and that there are certain seasons in which this great Being, in some way or other invisible, comes to her and fills her mind with exceeding sweet delight, and that she hardly cares for anything except to meditate on Him ; that she expects after a while to be received up where he is, to be raised up out of the world and caught up into heaven; being assured that he loves her too well to let...
Side 8 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Side 75 - Being, in some way or other invisible, comes to her and fills her mind with exceeding sweet delight and that she hardly cares for anything except to meditate on Him, that she expects after a while to be received up where He is, to be raised up out of the world and caught up into heaven, being assured that He loves her too well to let her remain at a distance from Him always.
Side 73 - IS INSCRIBED BY HER WEEPING FRIENDS, TO WHOM SHE ENDEARED HERSELF BY UNCOMMON TENDERNESS AND AFFECTION. ENDOWED WITH SUPERIOR ACQUIREMENTS, SHE WAS STILL MORE DISTINGUISHED BY HUMILITY AND BENEVOLENCE. LET CANDOR THROW A VEIL OVER HER FRAILTIES, FOR GREAT WAS HER CHARITY TO OTHERS. SHE SUSTAINED THE LAST PAINFUL SCENE FAR FROM EVERY FRIEND, AND EXHIBITED AN EXAMPLE OF CALM RESIGNATION. HER DEPARTURE WAS ON THE 25TH DAY OF JULY, AD— , IN THE 37TH YEAR OF HER AGE; AND THE TEARS OF STRANGERS WATERED...
Side 2 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring and...
Side iii - IN the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty...
Side 30 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go...
Side 73 - This humble stone, in memory of Elizabeth Whitman, is inscribed by her weeping friends, to whom, she endeared herself by uncommon tenderness and affection. Endowed with superior genius and acquirements, she was still more endeared by humility and benevolence. Let candor throw a veil over her frailties, for great was her charity to others. She sustained the last painful scene far from every friend, and exhibited an example of calm resignation. Her departure was on the 25th...
Side 71 - Must I die alone ? Shall I never see you more ? I know that you will come, but you will come too late. This is, I fear, my last ability. Tears fall so, I know not how to write. Why did you leave me in so much distress ? But I will not reproach you. All that was dear I left for you ; but I do not regret it.
Side 8 - This stony register is for his bones : His fame is more perpetual than these stones ; And his own goodness, with himself being gone, Shall live when earthly monument is none.