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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... lead to the discovery of others which will complete the story . " It is impossible to prove Eliza Wharton's marriage here ; but it is surely worth while to show that those who watched by her death - bed fully believed in.
... lead to the discovery of others which will complete the story . " It is impossible to prove Eliza Wharton's marriage here ; but it is surely worth while to show that those who watched by her death - bed fully believed in.
Side 12
... married in the city of New York before the death of his victim. He took his wife's name for reasons connected with her family property ; and so, unsuspected by all the parties, his oldest legitimate son, some twenty years after, engaged ...
... married in the city of New York before the death of his victim. He took his wife's name for reasons connected with her family property ; and so, unsuspected by all the parties, his oldest legitimate son, some twenty years after, engaged ...
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... married the great poet's favorite daughter , was a Puritan of the " strictest lace , " yet so " wise was he in all appertaining to his craft , that the gentry were forced to have him in their straits , " wrote Drake , commenting on his ...
... married the great poet's favorite daughter , was a Puritan of the " strictest lace , " yet so " wise was he in all appertaining to his craft , that the gentry were forced to have him in their straits , " wrote Drake , commenting on his ...
Side 6
... married Joan Shakspere , might not this very Edmund have been named for the " player " whom the great poet buried so proudly at St. Savior's ; and may not Thomas Greene have been the grandson at least of that Thomas who was buried at ...
... married Joan Shakspere , might not this very Edmund have been named for the " player " whom the great poet buried so proudly at St. Savior's ; and may not Thomas Greene have been the grandson at least of that Thomas who was buried at ...
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... married William Pierrepont , last Duke of Kingston ; and the dust beneath the monumental slabs of that race was to rise again in the New England in a form of grace and beauty , which brought poetry into the arid pages of Jonathan ...
... married William Pierrepont , last Duke of Kingston ; and the dust beneath the monumental slabs of that race was to rise again in the New England in a form of grace and beauty , which brought poetry into the arid pages of Jonathan ...
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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.