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Page 50 - ... such as speak wrong. 15 I should utterly have fainted : but that I believe verily to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. 16 O tarry thou the Lord's leisure : be strong, and he shall comfort thine heart; and put thou thy trust in the Lord.
Page 23 - ... We've had four try it this winter a'ready. "Teacher tapped on the window with a ruler" One of 'em stuck it out four weeks — I jimminy ! he had grit, that feller had. The balance of 'em didn't take so long to make up their minds. Well, now, if you're a mind to try it — I was goin' to say you didn't look to me like you had the heft. . . . Like to have you the worst way. Now, if you want to back out. . . . Well, all right. Monday mornin', eh ? Well, you got my sympathies. " I believe that some...
Page 101 - ... night when the moon is full ; or when there is no moon, and the phosphorescence in the water shows, as if mermaids' children were playing with bluetipped matches. I like to see it when a gale is blowing, and the white caps race. Yes, and when it is a flat calm, with here and there a tiny cat's paw crinkling the water into gray-green crepe. And also when — but there ! it is no use cataloguing all kinds of weather and all hours of the day and night. What I don't approve of in the ocean is its...
Page 54 - I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children like lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Page 6 - Or turn to that description of the place of the public school in the early American community, which " Gene " Wood, whose memory is best, of all the men who write to-day, gives. . . . " Sing of the little red school-house on the hill and in everybody's heart a chord trembles in unison. As we hear its witching strains, we are all lodge brethren. We are all lodge brethren and the air is all Auld Lang Syne, and we are clasping hands across, knitted into one living solidarity.
Page 6 - ... school-house on the hill and in everybody's heart a chord trembles in unison. As we hear its witching strains, we are all lodge brethren. We are all lodge brethren and the air is all Auld Lang Syne, and we are clasping hands across, knitted into one living solidarity. This is the true democracy that batters down the walls that separate us from each other, the walls of cast distinction and color prejudice and national hatred and religious contempt and all the petty anti-social meannesses.
Page 120 - Christmas comes but once a year : And, when it comes, it brings good cheer ; % But, when it's gone, it's never the near.
Page 270 - Christmas joys. Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't go? Up on the housetop, click, click, click, Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick...
Page 6 - No matter what the facts are. Sing of "The Little Old Red Schoolhouse On the Hill. " and in everybody's heart a chord trembles in unison. As we hear its witching strains, we are all lodge brethren, from Maine to California and far across the Western Sea; we are all lodge brethren, and the air is