The Life and Life-work of Behramji M. Malabari: Being a Biographical Sketch, with Selections from His Writings and Speeches on Infant Marriage and Enforced Widowhood, and Also His "Rambles of a Pilgrim Reformer."

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Printed at the Education Society's Press, Byculla, 1888 - India - 254 pages
 

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Page xxxiv - ... as if there were sought in knowledge a couch whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit, or a terrace for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect, or a tower of state for a proud mind to raise itself upon, or a fort or commanding ground for strife and contention, or a shop for profit and sale ; and not a rich store-house for the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
Page lx - Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
Page 238 - ... shall be punished with transportation for life, or with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extend to ten years, and shall also be liable to fine.
Page lx - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed...
Page 1889 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 1889 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page v - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page lxxx - HIBBERT LECTURES ON THE ORIGIN AND GROWTH OF RELIGION, as illustrated by the Religions of India.
Page xxxiv - What is she, cut from love and faith. But some wild Pallas from the brain Of Demons? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her place; She is the second, not the first.
Page lx - Thronging through the cloud-rift, whose are they, the faces Faint revealed yet sure divined, the famous ones of old? "What" — they smile — "our names, our deeds so soon erases Time upon his tablet where Life's glory lies enrolled? "Was it for mere fool's-play, make-believe and mumming, So we battled it like men, not boylike sulked or whined? Each of us heard clang God's 'Come!

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