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Page 26 - God is no respecter of persons, but in every nation he that feareth God and worketh righteousness is accepted of Him.
Page 118 - Come up like ocean murmurs. But the scene Is lovely round ; a beautiful river there Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads, The paradise he made unto himself, Mining the soil for ages. On each side The fields swell upward to the hills; beyond, Above the hills, in the blue distance, rise The mighty columns with which earth props heaven.
Page 4 - That no man should be suffered to decline, either on the left or on the right hand, from the drawn line limited by authority, and by her laws and injunctions."!
Page 3 - Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory : But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
Page 20 - Home can never be transferred ; never repeated in the experience of an individual. The place consecrated by parental love, by the innocence and sports of childhood, by the first acquaintance with nature, by the linking of the heart to the visible creation, is the only home.
Page 106 - ... had wrought on the fair creation of the Father of all. What was their reward? Fortune? — distinctions? — the sweet charities of home ? No — but their feet were planted on the mount of vision, and they saw, with sublime joy, a multitude of people where the solitary savage roamed the forest ; the forest vanished, and pleasant villages and busy cities appeared ; the tangled foot-path expanded to the thronged highway ; the consecrated church was planted on the rock of heathen sacrifice.
Page 233 - The farmer's ample wagon, and the little one-horse vehicle, bring in all who reside at an inconvenient walking distance ; that is to say, in our riding community, half a mile from the church. It is a pleasing sight, to those who love to note the happy peculiarities of their own land, to see the farmers...
Page 234 - Their eyes wander from their catechism to the western sky, and, though it seems to them as if the sun would never disappear, his broad disk does slowly sink behind the mountain : and, while his last ray still lingers on the eastern summits, merry voices break forth, and the ground resounds with bounding footsteps. The village belle arrays herself for her twilight walk ; the boys gather on " the green ;" the lads and girls throng to the
Page 231 - Saturday, all temporal affairs were suspended ; and so zealously did our fathers maintain the letter as well as the spirit of the law, that, according to a vulgar tradition in Connecticut, no beer was brewed in the latter part of the week, lest it should presume to work on Sunday.