Harper's Magazine, Volume 50
Henry Mills Alden, Thomas Bucklin Wells, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman
Harper's Magazine Foundation, 1875 - American literature
Important American periodical dating back to 1850.
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Page 66 - ... if there be any of you, who by this means cannot quiet his own conscience herein, but requireth further comfort or counsel, let him come to me, or to some other discreet and learned Minister of God's Word, and open his grief; that by the ministry of God's holy Word he may receive the benefit of absolution, together with ghostly counsel and advice, to the quieting of his conscience, and avoiding of all scruple and doubtfulness.
Page 129 - Being thus arrived in a good harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of Heaven-^ who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean, and delivered them from all the perils and miseries thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stable earth, their proper element.
Page 482 - How shall I admire, how laugh, how rejoice, how exult, when I behold so many proud monarchs, and fancied gods, groaning in the lowest abyss of darkness; so many magistrates, who persecuted the name of the Lord, liquefying in fiercer fires than they ever kindled against the Christians; so many sage philosophers blushing in...
Page 248 - Somebody has been lying in my bed!" said the Great, Huge Bear in his great, rough, gruff voice. And the little old Woman had pulled the bolster of the Middle Bear out of its place. "Somebody has been lying in my bed!" said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice. And when the Little, Small, Wee Bear came to look at his bed, there was the bolster in its place; and the pillow in its place upon the bolster; and upon the pillow was the little old Woman's ugly, dirty head — which was not in its place,...
Page 284 - And all that believed were together, and had all things common; and sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need.
Page 247 - ... Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a chair to sit in; a little chair for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized chair for the Middle Bear; and a great chair for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a bed to sleep in; a little bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middlesized bed for the Middle Bear; and a great bed for the Great, Huge Bear.
Page 248 - Bear, but it was only as if she had heard some one speaking in a dream. But when she heard the little, small, wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was so sharp, and so shrill, that it awakened her at once. Up she started ; and when she saw the Three Bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled out at the other, and ran to the window.
Page 393 - Missionaries, whose blameless example and self-denying labours are infusing new vigour into the stereotyped life of the great populations placed under English rule, and are preparing them to be in every way better men and better citizens of the great Empire in which they dwell.
Page 248 - Somebody has been lying in my bed — and here she is!" said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice. The little old woman had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff voice of the Great, Huge Bear, but she was so fast asleep that it was no more to her than the roaring of wind or the rumbling of thunder. And she had heard the...