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Page 411 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil.
Page 88 - many times." " Has he shown any disposition to mend ? " " None at all, your honor." " What is the character of his falsehood ? " " He tells," replied Henry, " stunning stories about himself. Great things are always happening to him, and he is always performing the most wonderful deeds.
Page 378 - From the crown of my head to the sole of my foot, I'm alive, I'm alive!
Page 88 - ... school, your horse went so fast that he ran down a black fox in the middle of the road, and cut off his tail with the wheel of the chaise, and that you sent that tail home to one of your sisters to wear in her winter hat ? " " Yes, I did," I responded, with my face flaming and -painful with shnme.
Page 92 - There, in the doorway, towering above us all, and looking questioningly down upon the little assembly, stood Mr. Bird. " What does this mean ? " inquired the master. I flew to his side and took his hand. The officer who had presided, being the largest boy, explained that they had been trying to break Arthur Bonnicastle of lying, and that they were about to order him to report to the master for confession and correction. Then Mr. Bird took a chair and patiently heard the whole story. Without a reproach,...
Page 209 - I agreed, of course, and an hour later I was in the train, so flustered that I didn't know whether I was on my head or my heels.
Page 414 - God, and living with them in loving companionship through all their stainless years, is, or ought to be, like living in heaven, for of such is the heavenly kingdom. To no one of these am I more indebted than to the boy who went away from us before the world had touched him with a stain. The key that shut him in the tomb was the only key that could unlock my heart, and let in among its sympathies the world of sorrowing men and women who mourn because their little ones are not. The little graves, alas...
Page 413 - ... opened toward all who are called to a kindred grief. I wonder where he is to-day, in what mature angelhood he stands, how he will look when I meet him, how he will make himself known to me, who have been his teacher! He was like me: will his grandfather know him? I never can cease thinking...
Page 92 - I said. Bidding the boys disperse, he carried me downstairs into his own room, and charged me with kindly counsel. I went out from the interview humbled and without a revengeful thought in my heart toward the boys who had brought me to my trial. I saw that they were my friends, and I was determined to prove myself worthy of their friendship.