The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Volume 19Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1856 - Children's literature |
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... Sister .. 5 The Hours 13 Home and Heaven .. 27 The Rising Sunlight 27 The Voices of the Winds .. 195 205 220 220 Olivia 49 .. The Village Blacksmith 51 The Three Calls Christmas Eve 55 " Follow Me " .. A Blossom of Early Piety 79 The ...
... Sister .. 5 The Hours 13 Home and Heaven .. 27 The Rising Sunlight 27 The Voices of the Winds .. 195 205 220 220 Olivia 49 .. The Village Blacksmith 51 The Three Calls Christmas Eve 55 " Follow Me " .. A Blossom of Early Piety 79 The ...
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... sister of my mother's , who also lived in the village . Nearly fifty years have since passed away and brought many changes , and given time for death to do his work . The two uncles and aunts , and my own father and mother , have since ...
... sister of my mother's , who also lived in the village . Nearly fifty years have since passed away and brought many changes , and given time for death to do his work . The two uncles and aunts , and my own father and mother , have since ...
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... sisters . She , as well as my beloved father , laboured hard to provide for so large a family , and I believe that her unwearied labours and over - anxious cares for our welfare reduced her constitution , never strong , to a state of ...
... sisters . She , as well as my beloved father , laboured hard to provide for so large a family , and I believe that her unwearied labours and over - anxious cares for our welfare reduced her constitution , never strong , to a state of ...
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... SISTER . FAIR prison of earth's fairest clay ! Thy chains are burst , thy bars are broken , And I with mingled grief survey Each silent mark , each icy token . Thy cheek is fixed , thy brow is bare , Thy lips are pale , thine eye is ...
... SISTER . FAIR prison of earth's fairest clay ! Thy chains are burst , thy bars are broken , And I with mingled grief survey Each silent mark , each icy token . Thy cheek is fixed , thy brow is bare , Thy lips are pale , thine eye is ...
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... far be grief , I will not mourn ; Why should I view thy gain with sadness ? I felt a pang when thou wast torn , But love hath melted it to gladness . Second Notice . WE left off telling you how Philarete 28 IN MEMORY OF A SISTER .
... far be grief , I will not mourn ; Why should I view thy gain with sadness ? I felt a pang when thou wast torn , But love hath melted it to gladness . Second Notice . WE left off telling you how Philarete 28 IN MEMORY OF A SISTER .
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Page 287 - And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and saddled his ass, and took two of his young men with him, and Isaac his son, and clave the wood for the burnt offering, and rose up, and went unto the place of which God had told him.
Page 52 - His hair is crisp and black and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge,...
Page 116 - And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying. Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
Page 52 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 280 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Page 319 - And they brought young children to him, that he should touch them : and his disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not : for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.
Page 291 - And the Angel of the Lord called unto him out of heaven, and said, Abraham, Abraham. And he said, Here am I.
Page 212 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Page 86 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold...
Page 282 - In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so. Father; for so it seemed good in thy sight.