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Page 366 - WRITER'S POCKET GUIDE, being a New and Improved System of Stenography, whereby that art may be acquired in a few hours, without the aid of a teacher.
Page 34 - Countess, undeniably to prove ; and if he, who could portray every human passion, every subtle feeling of humanity, from the whelming tempest of love to the fiendish influences of envy and jealousy and hate ; from the incomprehensible mystery of Hamlet's wondrous spirit to the simplicity of the gentle Miranda, the dove-like innocence of Ophelia, who could be crushed by her weight of love, but not reveal it; — if...
Page 89 - ... It is impossible : trust me, she will give you cause to love her more fondly yet. Now go to rest, my own sweet sister. We shall both be happier for this night's pain, for we need no longer weep or smile alone." And he was right. They were happier. A new spirit pervaded Walter's duties and pursuits. A poet to be happy must have sympathy, intelligence, enthusiasm, which will reflect back, and encourage his own; and in Florence, Walter realized all these things. Her exquisite taste, her intuitive...
Page 42 - ... we left. If I could only rest at last under that tree ! " "Mother, darling mother!" said Edith, " don't break my heart. Of course I shall think of you and of him, and of all you have said, and still more of the good, darling mother you have ever been to me. Don't break my heart, mother ! " and then she threw her arms round her mother's neck, and burst into tears. " I did not mean to hurt your feelings, Edith,
Page 33 - ... life, seeking only the admiration of the other sex ; watching, pining, for a husband, or lovers, perhaps, and looking down on all female friendship as romance and folly. No young spirit was ever yet satisfied with the love of nature. Friendship, or love, gratifies self-love; for it tacitly acknowledges that we must possess some good qualities to attract beyond the mere love of nature. Coleridge justly observes, "that it is well ordered that the amiable and estimable should have a fainter perception...
Page 354 - THE TRAGEDY OF GALILEO GALILEI. BY SAMUEL BROWN. " It is seldom that we meet with a first essay in dramatic composition, possessing such genuine claims on attention as the work before us."— Atkmaum. Post 8vo, price is. LYDIA; A WOMAN'S BOOK. BY MRS. NEWTON CROSSLAND, (CAMILLA TOTTLMIN,) Author of " Memorable Women,
Page 364 - RECEIPT BOOK Containing Methods for Destroying all kinds of Vermin and Insects injurious to the Garden, with Preventives and Cures for the different Diseases of Plants, and Directions for the Preservation of Trees, Fruits, and Flowers.
Page 357 - A CATECHISM ON THE MAP OF THE HOLY LAND ; In connection with the Principal Events in the Old Testament, and in the Life of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Also, by the same Author, the following : — Price 8d., LESSONS ON THE VOYAGES AND TRAVELS OF ST. PAUL.
Page 136 - Many scenes of life are holy — the early morn, the twilight hour, the starry night, the rolling storm, the hymn of thousands from the sacred fane, the marriage rite, or funeral dirge ; but none more holy than the chamber of the dying, lingering beside a departing spirit, seeing as if already the angel shone above the mortal, waiting but the eternal summons to wing Ills flight on high. THE SLEDGE; OK, THE POETRY OF A WINTER SLEIQH-RIDE. THE Spring is full of poetry — the sweet, " unwritten poetry