The Natchez, Volume 3

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Page 384 - Saviour of men; exhorting me habitually to cast myself as a condemned and helpless sinner at the foot of the cross. At length it pleased God to take from me my beloved Mrs. Neale, after an illness of a few days. She died at the great age of eighty-two. A few hours before her death, she called me to her bedside, and talked to me in such a way as I never can forget.
Page 408 - Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul, Which long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures; Which rejoice exceedingly, And are glad when they can find the grave?
Page 364 - I never washed my father's feet," said Atala, " I only know that he lived with his sister, at Saint Augustine, and that he has always been faithful to my mother : Philip was his name among the angels, and men called him Lopez.
Page 329 - ... days of my childhood. They asked if my cradle of moss had been suspended from the flowery branches -of the maple-tree, and if the gentle breezes had rocked me to sleep amid the nests of the birds. They were solicitous to learn the state of my heart; they asked whether I had ever seen the white deer in my dreams, and whether the trees of the secret valley had ever inspired me with the passion of love. Matrons, wives, and daughters were all answered with naivet^. " Ye are the delight of the day,"...
Page 407 - He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down ; he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Page 348 - ... of Areskoui planted, ancient pines, cypress, and elms felled to the ground, the pile erected, and amphitheaters constructed for the spectators. Each inventing new tortures ; one wanted to tear the skin off my forehead, another to burn my eyes with red-hot hatchets. I thus began my death song: — " I am a true man, I fear neither fire nor death, O Muscogulges! I defy you, and think you less than women. My father, the warlike Outalissi, son of Miscou, has drunk in the skulls of your most renowned...
Page 152 - I should have been equally weary of glory and genius, of labour and of leisure, of prosperity and misfortune. In Europe and in America, both Society and Nature have fatigued me. I am virtuous without any pleasure in being so; and were I criminal 1 should be so without remorse. I would that I had never been born, or that I were for ever forgotten. " Whether this be my last adieu, or whether I am to see you again, Celuta, something tells me that my destiny is about to be accomplished : if not this...
Page 367 - Young man," answered the hermit, "have I asked thee of thy religion? Has Jesus Christ said, my blood shall wash this one, and not that? He died for the Jew and for the Gentile; and he looked upon all men as brethren, and as dependent beings.
Page 401 - My friend,' said she, interrupting me, 'you have rendered me very happy; and if I were to begin my life again, still would I prefer the happiness of loving you a few moments in an unfortunate exile, to a whole life of repose in my own home.
Page 399 - God and about the happiness of the just. With the torch of religion in his hand, he seemed to precede Atala in the...

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