A Few Remarks

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Grosset & Dunlap, 1903 - American wit and humor - 314 pages
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Page 85 - ... Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
Page 227 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Page 95 - Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock : and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the wind? blew and beat upon that house ; and it fell not : for it was founded upon a rock.
Page 315 - ... saying things that is oddly humorous. — Chicago Record, If I had to ride from New York to Chicago on a slow train, I should like a half-dozen books as gladsome as "Checkers," and I could laugh at the trip.— A'.
Page 316 - A big story in sober English, and with thorough art in the construction ... a wonderfully perfect bit of work. The dog adventures are as exciting as any man's exploits could be, and Mr. London's workmanship is wholly satisfying.
Page 223 - Disturb thy peaceful heart. Nor let tomorrow scare thy rest, With dreams of coming ill; Thy Maker is thy changeless Friend, His love surrounds thee still. Forget thyself and all the world; Put out each feverish light; The stars are watching overhead; Sleep sweet, — good night ! good night ! THE BUTTERFLIES Look at the butterflies!
Page 223 - Georgia's full and sweet approval he might "wrap the drapery of his couch about him and lie down to pleasant dreams...
Page 17 - I was laid out on an unelastic marble slab like a "found drowned" at the Morgue, and was taken in hand by a muscular attendant who proceeded to manipulate me with great violence. He began upon my chest, upon which he pressed until he lifted his feet off the floor and my shoulder-blades made dents in the marble. I mildly asked if it was absolutely necessary that my respiratory organs should thus be flattened, to which he replied with a rich Turkish accent: "Come off, young feller; I know my biz, "...
Page 18 - ... not popular with me. This man said he was a pianist also, and that he could manipulate and at the same time strengthen his fingers and improve his technique, and to illustrate he struck a few resounding chords in the small of my back and then proceeded to interpret Wagner up and down my vertebrae, running scales, twiddling up in the treble and thundering down in the bass, just as if I were the keyboard of a Steinway grand, an illusion doubtless heightened by the ivory whiteness of my skin. He...
Page 16 - I rose up and endeavoured to alleviate my sufferings by restlessly pacing the room. A few towels were scattered about, and as the nimble chamois leaps from crag to crag, so leaped I from towel to towel in my efforts to keep my feet off the redhot floor. Having basked in this room until I was quite aglow, I summoned the attendant and told him he could take me out at once or wait yet a little longer and remove me through a hose. I then passed into the "manipulating room...

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