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The Reaper's Garden: Death and Power in the World of Atlantic Slavery
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Page 219 - But the father said to his servants ; Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it ; and let us eat and be merry ; For this my son was dead, and is alive again ; he was lost, and is found.
Page 10 - Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this ? She saith unto him, Yea, Lord : I believe that thou art the Christ the Son of God, which should come into the world.
Page 8 - A long, deep groan was the only reply : but the whole body of the kneeling man was convulsed ; and it was easy to see his sufferings, his contrition, his remorse, and his despair. The pastor said, with a sterner voice and austerer countenance than were natural to him, " Know you whose hand is now lying on your rebellious head ? But what signifies the word ' father,' to him who has denied God, the Father of us all ?" — " Oh ! press him not too hardly...
Page 44 - ... the Bible opened for worship — her own little room kept so neatly for her, with its mirror hanging by the window, in which to braid her hair by the morning light — her bed prepared for her by her mother's hand — the primroses in her garden peeping through the snow— old Tray, who ever welcomed her home with his dim white eyes— the pony and the cow ; — friends all, and inmates of that happy household.
Page 44 - Glen-Scrae, and in a few seconds she felt on her face some flakes of snow. She looked up the glen, and saw the snow-storm coming down fast as a flood. She felt no fears ; but...
Page 5 - If the storm do not abate," said the sick man, after a pause, " it will be hard for my friends to carry me over the drifts to the kirk-yard." This sudden approach to the grave, struck, as with a bar of ice, the heart of the loving boy — and, with a long deep sigh, he fell down, with his face like ashes, on the bed, while the old man's palsied right hand had just strength to lay itself upon his head.
Page 6 - God, part of the fifteenth psalm;" and he read, with a tremulous and broken voice, those beautiful verses, " Within thy tabernacle, Lord, Who shall abide with thee ? And in thy high and holy hill, Who shall a dweller be?
Page 46 - ... hearth — and the Bible, which she had been trying to read in the pauses of her agony, remained clasped in her hands. Hannah Lee had been a servant for more than six months, and it was not to be thought that she was not beloved in her master's family. Soon after she had left the house...
Page 45 - She remembered stories of shepherds lost in the snow, — of a mother and child frozen to death on that very moor, — and, in a moment she knew that she was to die. Bitterly did the poor child weep, for death was terrible to her, who, though poor, enjoyed the bright little world of youth and innocence. The skies of heaven were dearer than she knew to her, — so were the flowers of earth. She had been happy at her work, — happy in her sleep, —happy in the kirk on Sabbath. A thousand thoughts...
Page 46 - God. The maiden having prayed to her Father in Heaven —then thought of her father on earth. Alas ! they were not far separated ! The father was lying but a short distance from his child ; — he too had sunk down in the drifting snow, after having, in less than an hour, exhausted all the strength of fear, pity, hope, despair, and resignation, that could rise in a father's...