Tyborne: and 'who went thither in the days of queen Elizabeth', a sketch by the authoress of 'Eastern hospitals and English nurses'.

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1871
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Page 87 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Page 249 - Hail Mary, full of grace; the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesua. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Page 245 - Why do you mourn ?— why do you cry out ? But perhaps you will say, I weep not so much for your death, as I do for that you are hanged, drawn and quartered. My sweet mother, it is the favourablest, honourablest, and happiest death that ever could have chanced unto me. I die not for knavery, but for verity ; I die not for treason, but for religion ; I die not for any...
Page 202 - I protest, said he, before God and His holy angels, before heaven and earth, before the world and this bar whereat I stand, which is but a small resemblance of the terrible judgment of the next life, that I am not guilty of any part of the treason contained in the indictment, or of any other treason whatsoever.
Page 232 - ... me one hair's breadth from my Roman Catholic faith. A Roman Catholic I am; a Roman Catholic priest I am; a Roman Catholic priest of that religious Order called the Society of Jesus, I am; and I bless God who first called me, and I bless the hour in which I was first called both unto faith and function. Please now to observe, I was condemned for reading Mass, hearing confessions, administering the sacraments, &c.
Page 241 - Soul, he speaks to-day And calls thy name. Then, with slow reverent step, And beating heart, From out thy joyous days, Thou must depart. And, leaving all behind, Come forth, alone, To join the chosen band Around the throne.
Page 246 - I trust, descending from above, hath so quieted my mind, that, since the judicial sentence proceeded against us, neither the sharpness of the death hath much terrified me, nor the shortness of life much troubled me. ' My sins are great, I confess, but I flee to God's mercy; my negligences are without number, I grant, but I appeal to my Redeemer's clemency : I have no boldness but in His blood ; His bitter Passion is my only consolation. It is comfortable that the prophet hath recorded that He hath...
Page 243 - ... prison the following letter to a priest, his intimate friend: — ' VERY REVEREND FATHER, ' Your consolations have rejoiced my soul. The judges have not yet given sentence. I beseech the Divine goodness that it may answer my desires, that I may suffer death for my Lord Jesus Christ. Alas, father ! what other thing can I desire than to suffer with Christ, to be reproached with Christ, to be crucified with Christ, to die a thousand deaths that I may live for ever with Christ ? for if it be the...
Page 107 - Rue not my death, rejoice at my repose; It was no death to me, but to my woe, The bud was opened to let out the rose, The chains unloosed to let the captive go.
Page 253 - I have toiled through the sunny woodland, Through fields that basked in the light ; And through the lone paths in the forest I crept in the dead of night. I will not fear at his coming, Although I must meet him alone ; He will look in my eyes so gently, And take my hand in his own. Like a dream all my toil will vanish, When I lay my head on his breast : But the journey is very weary, And he only can give me rest.

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