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Page 279 - A king was once hunting alone in a wood, when he heard a very beautiful voice singing very sweetly; he went on, and saw it was a poor leper; " How can you sing," he said, " when you seem in so wretched a condition ?" The leper replied: " It is because I am in this state that I sing, for, as my body decays, I know that the hour of my deliverance draws nigh, when I shall leave this miserable world, and go to my Lord and my God.
Page 6 - ... crocuses attracted her attention. She looked at them meditatively, and watched them closing, with the decline of day. And, at length, as if she had not understood, until then, what was going on before her, she smiled and admiringly exclaimed: "Now do look at the creatures, mother!
Page 5 - She sewed on, serious and still, and .the calm gravity of her aspect harmonized with the silence of the little parlour which nothing disturbed, save the ticking of an old clock behind the door, the occasional rustling of Mrs. Gray's newspaper, and the continuous and monotonous sound of stitching.
Page 56 - She looked with the artistic pleasure we feel, when we gaze at some clearly-painted Dutch picture, with its back-ground of soft gloom, and its homely details of domestic life, relieved by touches of brilliant light. Poor as this cellar was, a painter would have liked it well...
Page 235 - Smithson had seen that he might find it profitable to cut the ground under Jones's feet. Why should he not do it? Is not profit the object of commerce? and is not competition the fairest way of securing profit?
Page 89 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Page 251 - tis in the nature of things; and the little shop must perish — 'tis in their nature too. We but lament this sad truth, that on God's earth, which God made for all, there should be so little room for the poor man; for his pride, his ambition, his desires, which he has in common with the rich man; we but deplore what all, alas!