Mysteries of City Life; Or, Stray Leaves from the World's Book: Being a Series of Tales, Sketches, Incidents, and Scenes, Founded Upon the Notes of a Home MissionaryJ.W. Moore, 1849 - 408 sider |
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Side 12
... Dollar , TWENTY - SIXTH . - Woman , · TWENTY - SEVENTH . - Three Eras in a Woman's Life , TWENTY - EIGHTH . - The Discarded , • 161 164 166 176 181 · 199 211 TWENTY - NINTH . - Three Tales of Sorrow , THIRTIETH . - The Murderer's Doom ...
... Dollar , TWENTY - SIXTH . - Woman , · TWENTY - SEVENTH . - Three Eras in a Woman's Life , TWENTY - EIGHTH . - The Discarded , • 161 164 166 176 181 · 199 211 TWENTY - NINTH . - Three Tales of Sorrow , THIRTIETH . - The Murderer's Doom ...
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... dollars per thousand . Happy man ! His lady was lost in a cushioned rocking - chair , and equally so in reading the last new novel ; and the daughter was at the piano , the price of which would have bought a small house . Then came the ...
... dollars per thousand . Happy man ! His lady was lost in a cushioned rocking - chair , and equally so in reading the last new novel ; and the daughter was at the piano , the price of which would have bought a small house . Then came the ...
Side 59
... was accurately described , free of all incumbrances , and subject to but a very small ground rent . It was started at five thousand dollars . There were several bidders , all of whom seemed anxious MYSTERIES OF CITY LIFE . 59.
... was accurately described , free of all incumbrances , and subject to but a very small ground rent . It was started at five thousand dollars . There were several bidders , all of whom seemed anxious MYSTERIES OF CITY LIFE . 59.
Side 60
... dollars was the last bid , upon which the auctioneer dwelt for a moment . Mr. Sunderland compressed his lips together , and muttered to himself , " it cost my father fifteen thousand dollars . " Seven thousand five hundred dollars ...
... dollars was the last bid , upon which the auctioneer dwelt for a moment . Mr. Sunderland compressed his lips together , and muttered to himself , " it cost my father fifteen thousand dollars . " Seven thousand five hundred dollars ...
Side 61
... for instance - it is a family relic - I will give you the fifty dollars the price you paid , and I feel assured under the circumstances , you will not refuse me this favor ? " " I cannot take it , Sir . " " 6 MYSTERIES OF CITY LIFE . 61.
... for instance - it is a family relic - I will give you the fifty dollars the price you paid , and I feel assured under the circumstances , you will not refuse me this favor ? " " I cannot take it , Sir . " " 6 MYSTERIES OF CITY LIFE . 61.
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Side 64 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Side 25 - Messiah's name ! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole : Till o'er our ransom'd nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Side 25 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Side 382 - For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.
Side 264 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Side 25 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Side 70 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Side 251 - Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most High: And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.
Side 107 - Of their own limbs : how many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery ! Sore pierc'd by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty...
Side 211 - Oh grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared to die...