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Page 239 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Page 61 - L'ore should not have been emancipated when she offered to pay the full price of her freedom. The attention of all was excited to the highest degree ; every eye was turned upon the queen dowager. She spoke with difficulty, and answered with some embarrassment, but from head to foot her whole person defied the judge. " And what if every slave in my service should bring me the price of her freedom...
Page 61 - ... of those slave-women, lowly, untaught, and half clad as they were, but felt that in the heart of that dark, stern woman before them there was as great a respect for the rights of the meanest among them as for those of the queen dowager herself. The chief judge then read aloud in a clear voice the letter she had received from the king, and, when it was finished, the dowager and her daughter saluted the letter by prostrating themselves three times before it. Then the judge inquired if the august...
Page 249 - Thenceforth, to express her entire sympathy and affection for the author of Uncle Tom's Cabin, she always signed herself Harriet Beecher Stowe ; and her sweet voice trembled with love and music whenever she spoke of the lovely American lady who had taught her as even Buddha had taught kings to respect the rights of her fellowcreatures.
Page 194 - While day-light held The sky, the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul. At night the passion came, Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness.
Page 137 - They were putting chains on my hands, and jostling me about ; for so benumbed and prostrated was I at the sight of Boon, that I could not rise. I did not dare to ask her a single question for fear of implicating ourselves all the more, when my sister Thieng rushed into my room screaming, flung herself upon my bed, and clasped me around the neck. " ' Hush ! sister,' I said. ' Make these women wait a little, and tell me how they came to find it out ? ' " ' O Choy ! Choy ! ' she kept repeating, wringing...
Page 55 - D'hamni, and to them I went. It was evening when I entered the hut of the slave D'hamni, footsore, hungry, and weary. D'hamni was overjoyed to see me ; she gave me food and shelter and her best robe. " Some days after the good merchant came to visit me. I felt dimly that the hardness of my heart would be complete if I resisted his kindness. To his celestial tenderness I opposed no word of doubt, yet I could not believe that the rich merchant would marry an outcast slave like me.
Page 63 - ... for the boy. In half an hour he was in his mother's arms. She did not start with surprise or joy, but turned up to heaven a face that was joy itself. Both mother and child bowed ceremoniously before the great ladies, who disdained to notice them.
Page 248 - Cabin,' and it soon became her favorite book. She would read it over and over again, though she knew all the characters by heart and spoke of them as if she had known them all her life. On the 3d of January, 1867, she voluntarily liberated all her slaves, men, women, and children, one hundred and thirty in all, saying, ' I am wishful to be good like Harriet Beecher Stowe, and never again to buy human bodies, but only to let them go free once more.
Page 64 - P'hoodh thö, dee chai nak nah, dee chai nak nah " (pitiful Buddha ! we are very glad at heart, very, very glad). The news had spread, and, before we reached the river, hosts of Malays, Mohammedans, and Siamese, with some few Chinese, had loosened their cumberbunds (scarfs) and converted them into flags. Thus, with the many-colored flags flying, the men, women, and children running and shouting along the banks of the...