About Money and Other Things: A Gift-book (Google eBook)

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Harper, 1887 - 234 pages
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Page 233 - Woolsou never once follows the beaten track of the orthodox novelist, but strikes a new and richly loaded vein, which so far is all her own ; and thus we feel, on reading one of her works, a fresh sensation, and we put down the book with a sigh to think our pleasant task of reading it is finished. The author's lines must have fallen to her in very pleasant places ; or she has, perhaps, within herself the wealth of womanly love and tenderness she ponrs BO freely into all she writes.
Page 232 - Shining through sorrow's stream, Saddening through pleasure's beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam Weep while they rise. Erin ! thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase, Till, like the rainbow's light, Thy various tints unite, And form in Heaven's sight One arch of peace ! OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
Page 10 - The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her she will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
Page 237 - Custer could have been written. Indeed, we may as well speak the thought that is in us, and say plainly that we know of no biographical work anywhere which we count better than this. * * * Surely the record of such experiences as these will be read with that keen interest which attaches only to strenuous human doings ; as surely we are right in saying that such a story of truth and heroism as that here told will take a deeper hold upon the popular mind and heart than any work of fiction can. For...
Page 173 - I've made up my mind to try your boy." " Thank God ! " " What did you say, ma'am ? But I beg your pardon." For he saw Mrs. Boyd had quite broken down. In truth, the strain had been so long and so great that this sudden relief was quite too much for her. She sobbed heartily. " I ought to beg your pardon," she said at last, " for being so foolish, but we have had hard times of late.
Page 165 - Which is only too true," added Donald, with a heavy sigh. "May be," said Mrs. Boyd. Yet as she looked up at her son she really did look up at him, he was so tall she felt that if his honest, intelligent face and manly bearing did not win something at last, what was the world coming to? "My boy...
Page 167 - I'll cost you nothing for travelling expenses. Isn't that a bright idea, mother ? " She had not the heart to say no, or to suggest that a boy on a bicycle applying for work, was a thing too novel to be eminently successful. But to get work was at once so essential and so hopeless, that she would not throw any cold water on Donald's eagerness and pluck. She hoped too, that, spite of the eccentricity of the notion, some shrewd, kind-hearted gentleman might have sense enough to see the honest purpose...
Page 177 - ... his own weak points, and, not so easily, his strong ones. Still he did learn them; for unless you can trust yourself, be sure nobody else will trust you. This was Donald's great point. He was trusted. People soon found out that they might trust him; that he always told the truth, and never...
Page 167 - I've stood a good deal these seven days," Donald added, gulping down something between a "fuff " of wrath and a sob. "I am sure you have, my boy." "But I'll hold on; only you'll have to get my boots mended, and meantime, I should like to try a new dodge. My bicycle, it lies in the washing-house; you remember I broke it and you didn't wish it mended, lest I should break something worse than a wheel, perhaps. It wasn't worth while risking my life for mere pleasure, but I want my bicycle now for use....
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