Campaigns of a non-combatant, and his romaunt abroad during the war (Google eBook)

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Page 343 - 0 God ! our fathers have told us, what work Thou didst in their days, in the times of old." Then it spoke of the heathen being driven out and the chosen people planted ; afflicted by God's disfavor, the forefathers held the territory, and the generation extant would yet rout its enemies. But now the old stock
Page 158 - smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit. "And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth.
Page 343 - disciples were first called Christians in Antioch." In the opening lesson, however, he aimed poison at the North, selecting the forty-fourth and following Psalms, commencing, " We have heard with our ears, 0 God ! our fathers have told us, what work Thou didst in their days, in the times of old.
Page 344 - He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.
Page 345 - himself making his dwelling with the wild asses, but in the end " thy kingdom shall be sure unto thee, after that thou shalt have known that the heavens do rule." Again the organ rang, and the wonderful voice of the choristers alternated with deep religious prayers, whose refrain was, " Have mercy upon us." Only one Sunday gone by, the church was densely packed with
Page 158 - time better than I can do : " He opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as
Page 344 - strength, a very present help in trouble, the Lord of Hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah ! He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.
Page 106 - and sickening at times, but plying my avocation, and jotting the names for my column of mortalities. At eleven o'clock there was music along the high-road, and a general rushing from camps. The victorious regiments were returning from Hanover, under escort, and all the bands were pealing national airs. As they turned down the fields
Page 230 - Sweeping toward the crowded market, Like a stream without a sail, Standing by thee, I look backward, And, as in the light of dreams, See the years descend and vanish, Like thy tented wains and teams. TB
Page 129 - now, old boy, this'ill warm ye ; sock it down and ye'll see yer sweetheart soon. You dead, Ally-bammy? Go way, now. You'll live a hundred years, you will. That's wot you'll do. Won't he, lad? What? Not any? Get out! You'll be slap on your legs next week and hev another shot at me the week a'ter that. You know you will

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