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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... close company with other men whose names are on the Stratford Register the interest deepens . Little wonder if " Thong Church " should be the last thought and the last boast of the last survivor of Thomas Stanley's sorely tried ...
... close company with other men whose names are on the Stratford Register the interest deepens . Little wonder if " Thong Church " should be the last thought and the last boast of the last survivor of Thomas Stanley's sorely tried ...
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... close of the war , two of Sherman's raids turned the seminary into barracks , and destroyed the noble prosperity she had been half a century in accumulating . One daughter who had survived these horrors , and was both beautiful and ...
... close of the war , two of Sherman's raids turned the seminary into barracks , and destroyed the noble prosperity she had been half a century in accumulating . One daughter who had survived these horrors , and was both beautiful and ...
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... close to the door - steps , and at the tavern itself dismounted and seemed to search for something . " He made no inquiries : no one happened to be about the tavern door ; and , although he was ob- served by some children and a few of ...
... close to the door - steps , and at the tavern itself dismounted and seemed to search for something . " He made no inquiries : no one happened to be about the tavern door ; and , although he was ob- served by some children and a few of ...
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... close of the last century , letters which once belonged to the diplo- matic correspondence of one of our ministers to France . On various pretences of writing histories or biographies , many of these papers had been wiled away from ...
... close of the last century , letters which once belonged to the diplo- matic correspondence of one of our ministers to France . On various pretences of writing histories or biographies , many of these papers had been wiled away from ...
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... close together , touching each other's hair , and looking through each other's glasses , like a couple of chil- dren . There was scarce a dry eye in the company ; and by and by the whole party came to them in pairs , took their hands ...
... close together , touching each other's hair , and looking through each other's glasses , like a couple of chil- dren . There was scarce a dry eye in the company ; and by and by the whole party came to them in pairs , took their hands ...
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Aaron Burr Abigail afterwards agreeable bear beautiful believe Bell Tavern Betsy Stiles Bomford Boston brother Buckminster certainly character Charlotte Temple charms child Colonel Connecticut Coquette correspondence cousin Danvers daughter dead dear death distinguished Dwight Eliza Whar Eliza Wharton Elizabeth Hubbard Ezra Stiles father friends gave George Gordon Byron girl grave happy Harriet Hart Hartford Hartford Wits Haven heard heart hope husband Jeremiah Wadsworth Joel Barlow JOHN WILSON keep lady letters living look lover marriage married mention Michael Baldwin mind Miss Roberts mother Munson never night novel papers Peabody Institute persons Pierrepont Edwards portrait Portsmouth Pray PRESS OF JOHN printed Quammeny ROMANCE Ruth Baldwin seemed Shakspere Shakspere's Sonnet soon spirits stood story strange sympathy tell tender thing Thomas Stanley Thong Church thought told Whitman wife William Wharton wish woman words write written wrote Yale College young
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Side 61 - 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 vi - 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 61 - 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 59 - 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 HER GRAVE.
Side 16 - 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 59 - 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 57 - 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.