The home life of sir David Brewster (Google eBook)

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Page 74 - There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted! Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Page 168 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Page 77 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day so warm, that every window was wide open and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Page 101 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, " Forever never! Never forever!
Page 138 - For thus saith the Lord that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the Lord; and there is none else.
Page 232 - JUST as I am, without one plea. But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God ! I come...
Page 128 - Scargill's whispering trees, And pined by Arno for my lovelier Tees ; Beheld each night my home in fevered sleep, Each morning started from the dream to weep. Till God, who saw me tried too sorely, gave The resting-place I asked, an early grave.
Page 234 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Page 131 - To God's eternal house direct the way; A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars, as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way, Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powdered with stars.
Page 116 - To give a stronger impulse and a more systematic direction to scientific inquiry, to promote the intercourse of those who cultivate Science in different parts of the British Empire, with one another, and with foreign philosophers, to obtain a more general attention to the objects of Science, and a removal of any disadvantages of a public kind which impede its progress.

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