A Signal Success: The Work and Travels of Mrs. Martha J. Coston. An Autobiography

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J.B. Lippincott, 1886 - Signals and signaling - 331 pages

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Page 165 - boat, By the torrent swept along; Loud its threatenings,—let them not Drown the music of a song, Breathed thy mercy to implore Where these troubled waters roar.' " ' Guide our bark among the waves ; Through the surf our passage smooth ; Where the whirlpool frets and raves, Let thy love its anger soothe. All our hope is placed in Thee. Miserere, Domini.'
Page 165 - the life-car ; and then, with stout hearts and thankful souls lift up our prayer to Him who holds the sea in the hollow of His hand.
Page 165 - once only to be acted, and that in an instant, and upon that instant all eternity depends. Other losses may be recompensed by
Page 102 - to be, very respectfully, your obedient servant, " ' THORNTON A. JENKINS,* Chief of Bureau. " ' HON. GIDEON WELLES, " ' Secretary of the Navy.
Page 30 - but after this long period of labor you should begin to reap some reward. Consult with your friends, fix on a price, not forgetting you deserve a fair one, and call here to-morrow.
Page 133 - A daughter of the gods, divinely tall and most divinely fair.
Page 113 - Women sweep the streets, haul the rubbish, drag hand-carts up the hills and over the cobble-stones, unload bricks at the quays, attend to the parks, do the gardening, and row the numerous ferries which abound at Stockholm. The entire dairy business of
Page 113 - practically supplants the beasts of burden, being exclusively employed as hod-carrier and bricklayer's assistant. She carries bricks, mixes mortar, and, in short, does all the heavy work about the building. At the dinner hour you see groups of women sitting on
Page 15 - Oh ! what a tangled web we weave, When first we venture to deceive,—
Page 116 - reader, it vanishes like dew before the summer sun when one of us comes into competition with the manly sex. Let a woman sit, weep, wring her hands, and exult in her own helplessness, and the modern knight buckles

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