The Essex Antiquarian: An Illustrated ... Magazine Devoted to the Biography, Genealogy, History and Antiquities of Essex County, Massachusetts, Volume 1

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Sidney Perley
Essex Antiquarian, 1897 - Essex County (Mass.)
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Page 96 - And the preacher heard his dear ones, nestled round him, weeping sore: " Never heed, my little children ! Christ is walking on before To the pleasant land of heaven, where the sea shall be no more.
Page 7 - Its red and awful tide, Beheld the brave New England sword With slaughter deeply dyed. Their bones are on the Northern hill, And on the Southern plain, By brook and river, lake and rill, And by the roaring main. The land is holy where they fought, And holy where they fell ; For by their blood that land was bought, The land they loved so well.
Page 210 - ... withal as the law provides for foreign Quakers, as ye please to term us; and having some of us suffered your law and pleasures, now that which we do expect is, That whereas we have suffered your law, so now to be set free by the same law, as your manner is with strangers, and not to put us...
Page 207 - Whereas there is a cursed sect of heretics lately risen up in the world, which are commonly called Quakers...
Page 212 - THE Quaker of the olden time! — How calm and firm and true, Unspotted by its wrong and crime. He walked the dark earth through The lust of power, the love of gain, The thousand lures of sin Around him, had no power to stain The purity within. With that deep insight which detects All great things in the small, And knows how each man's life affects The spiritual life of all, He walked by faith and not by sight, By love and not by law ; The presence of the wrong or right He rather felt than saw.
Page 96 - All at once the great cloud parted, like a curtain drawn aside, To let down the torch of lightning on the terror far and wide ; And the thunder and the whirlwind together smote the tide. There was wailing in the shallop, woman's wail and man's despair, A crash of breaking timbers on the rocks so sharp and bare, And, through it all, the murmur of Father Avery's prayer.

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