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Page 265 - By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Page 343 - Good," which I think was written by your father.* It had been so little regarded by a former possessor, that several leaves of it were torn out; but the remainder gave me such a turn of thinking, as to have an influence on my conduct through life ; for I have always set a greater value on the character of a doer of good, than on any other kind of reputation ; and if I have been, as you seem to think, a useful citizen, the public owes the advantage of it to that book.
Page 152 - Except ye become as little children ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven...
Page 433 - THE FAMILY The family is like a book — The children are the leaves, The parents are the covers That protecting beauty gives. At first the pages of the book Are blank and purely fair, But Time soon writeth memories And painteth pictures there.
Page 248 - A vast deal of human sympathy runs along this electric line, stretching from the throne to the wicker chair of the humblest seamstress, and keeping high and low in a species of communion with their kindred beings.
Page 392 - While the effects' of the Reformation in England had been chiefly visible in the outward dominion of scoundrels and in the eclipse of the hereditary virtues of the national character, Lady Jane Grey had lived to show that the defect was not in the Reformed faith, but in the absence of all faith, — that the graces of a St.
Page 104 - ... as is most commonly used. A tin kettle retains the heat of water boiled in it more effectually if it be kept clean and polished, than if it be allowed to collect the smoke and soot to which it is exposed from the action of the fire. When coated with tins, its surface becomes rough and black, and is a powerful radiator of heat.
Page 392 - VI."s; she had acquired a degree of learning rare in matured men, which she could use gracefully, and could permit to be seen by others without vanity or consciousness. Her character had developed with her talents. At fifteen she was learning Hebrew and could write Greek ; at sixteen she corresponded with Bullinger in Latin at least equal to his own; but the matter of her letters is more striking than the language, and speaks more for her than the most elaborate panegyrics of admiring courtiers.
Page 329 - If the owner of land so taken is dissatisfied with said appraisement he may by action of contract recover of the city or town wherein the lands lie a fair compensation for the damages sustained by him, but no costs shall be taxed unless the damages recovered in such action, exclusive of interest, exceed said appraisement. And the Commonwealth shall reimburse to the city or town four-fifths of any sum recovered of it in any such action.
Page 105 - THE stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies ; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month ! in praise of thee ; Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me.