Library of Southern Literature: Biography (Google eBook)
Edwin Anderson Alderman, Joel Chandler Harris, Charles William Kent, Charles Alphonso Smith, Lucian Lamar Knight, John Calvin Metcalf
Martin and Hoyt Company, 1909 - American literature
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Page 1636 - Wherefore in all things it behoved Him to be made like unto His brethren, that He might be a merciful and faithful high priest in things pertaining to GOD, to make reconciliation for the sins of the people. For in that He Himself hath suffered, being tempted, He is able to succour them that are tempted.
Page 1637 - And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience ; .and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
Page 1636 - But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his stripes we are healed.
Page 1844 - Oh, yes, mamma ! how very gay Its wings of starry gold ! And see ! it lightly flies away Beyond my gentle hold. " Oh, mother, now I know full well, If God that worm can change, And draw it from this broken cell On golden wings to range — How beautiful will brother be, When God shall give him. wings, Above this dying world to flee, And live with heavenly things !
Page 1581 - ... old doe, kidney covered, as you see ; a morsel more savoury smokes not upon a monarch's board. How pleasant to eat! Shall I say it? — how much pleasanter to give away! Ah, how such things do win their way to hearts — men's and women's too ! My young sporting friends, a word in your ear ; the worst use you can make of your game is to eat it yourselves. Ye city sportsmen! (we mean, par excellence, the sportsmen of the Commercial Emporium), who, with abundant pains and trouble, and with note...
Page 1824 - That the cause we fought for and our brothers died for was the cause of civil liberty, and not the cause of human slavery, is a thesis which we feel ourselves bound to maintain whenever 'our motives are challenged or misunderstood, if only for our children's sake.
Page 1844 - Daughter, do you remember, dear, The cold, dark thing you brought And laid upon the casement here — A withered worm you thought...
Page 1822 - If the secrets of all hearts could have been revealed, our enemies would have been astounded to see how many thousands and tens of thousands in the Southern States felt the crushing burden and the awful responsibility of the institution which we were supposed to be defending with the melodramatic fury of pirate kings.
Page 1649 - Neath the sky so bright and blue. And no slab of pallid marble Rears its white and ghastly head, Telling wanderers in the valley Of the virtues of the dead; But a lily is her tombstone, And a dew-drop, pure and bright, Is the epitaph an angel wrote In the stillness of the night.