Letters to mothers

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Hudson and Skinner, 1838 - Child rearing - 240 pages
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Page 10 - How entire and perfect is this dominion over the unformed character of your infant. Write what you will upon the printless tablet with your wand of love. Hitherto your influence over your dearest friend, your most submissive servant, has known bounds and obstructions. Now you have over a new-born immortal almost that degree of power which the mind exercises over the body. . . . The period of this influence must indeed pass away; but while it lasts, make good use of...
Page 186 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God: I am the LORD.
Page 239 - nay, it is my Saviour's shine. Now farewell world; welcome heaven. The day-star from on high hath visited my heart. Oh speak it when I am gone, and preach it at my funeral; God dealeth familiarly with man. I feel his mercy ; I see his majesty ; whether in the body, or out of the body I cannot tell, God knoweth ; but I see things that are unutterable.
Page 47 - Apart from the promptings of kindred blood, it is a spontaneous tribute to their helplessness, their innocence, or their beauty. The total absence of this love, induces a suspicion that the heart is not right. " Beware, said Lavater, of him who hates the laugh of a child.
Page 145 - Nothing, in truth, has such a tendency to weaken, not only the powers of invention, but the intellectual powers in general, as a habit of extensive and various reading, without reflection.
Page 179 - He doth execute the judgment of the fatherless and widow, and loveth the stranger, in giving him food and raiment. Love ye therefore the stranger : for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt.
Page 64 - I saw that, while she studied her lesson, she hid her face in the book and wept. I felt sorry, and laid my face on the same book, and wept with her. Then she looked up, and was comforted, and put her arms around my neck; but I do not know why she said I had done her good.
Page 55 - ... bearing all things, believing all things, hoping all things, enduring all things.
Page 216 - I awoke in tears My beautiful boy drooped like a bud which the worm pierces. His last wailing was like the sad music from shattered harp-strings. All my world seemed gone. Still, in my agony, I listened, for there was a voice in my soul, like the voice of the angel who had warned me.
Page 67 - ... and I have observed her in different points of view. I have seen her exalted on the dangerous pinnacle of worldly prosperity, surrounded by flattering friends, and an admiring world; I have seen her marked out by party prejudice as an object of dislike and ridicule; I have seen her bowed down by bodily pain and weakness; but never did I see her forget the urbanity of a gentlewoman, her conscious dignity as a rational creature, or a fervent aspiration after the highest degree of attainable perfection.

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