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Page 189 - A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.
Page 148 - Open rebuke is better than secret love. Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
Page 34 - The man out of debt, though with a flaw in his jerkin, a crack in his shoeleather, a hole in his hat, is still the son of liberty — free as the singing lark above him ! but the debtor, though clothed in the utmost bravery, what is he but a serf, out upon a holiday...
Page 34 - Pronouns and their Antecedents. a. The boy drove away the birds which were eating the corn. People love those who are kind to them. The man who came last night left this morning. This is the rat that eat the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
Page 183 - ... drops the cloak from their shoulders ; now both arms and hands are required to draw it on, which they do by catching hold of the side of the cloak, and throwing their arms open in an elevated direction, thus exposing all their under garments and finery. When you see a Turkish woman walking, it appears as if she had as much as she could do to keep herself together. Yet for all this, the scene of the Valley of Sweet Waters was lovely, and the situation in which I was placed, singular. I have no...
Page 96 - Why doth that lonely mother's tear In bursting anguish flow ? Why is the sleeper laid To rest in manhood's pride ? How gain'd his cheek such pallid shade ? I ask'd, but none replied.