The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bind 1–3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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Side 1
... human labor , in the field of usefulness , " The harvest truly is plenteous , but the laborors are few ? " When " the Mother's Magazine " was first established at Utica more than a year ago , we were deeply interested in its object and ...
... human labor , in the field of usefulness , " The harvest truly is plenteous , but the laborors are few ? " When " the Mother's Magazine " was first established at Utica more than a year ago , we were deeply interested in its object and ...
Side 3
... human nature , and a certain tact in the discernment of character . It is eminently " the gift of God . " We see those who never have it and never attain to it : the history of whose experience , is but the history of their misma ...
... human nature , and a certain tact in the discernment of character . It is eminently " the gift of God . " We see those who never have it and never attain to it : the history of whose experience , is but the history of their misma ...
Side 4
... human being claim than to bring up sons and daughters to God - and how thoroughly should they furnish themselves to the work ! More than human acquisitions are needful here . She who would govern her household aright , must be the ...
... human being claim than to bring up sons and daughters to God - and how thoroughly should they furnish themselves to the work ! More than human acquisitions are needful here . She who would govern her household aright , must be the ...
Side 13
... human life must spring from woman's breast , Your first small words be taught you from her lips , Your first tears quenched by her , and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing , When men have shrunk from the ignoble ...
... human life must spring from woman's breast , Your first small words be taught you from her lips , Your first tears quenched by her , and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing , When men have shrunk from the ignoble ...
Side 22
... human family , who would desire the salvation of his soul , to you it comes with a peculiar mercy , even as it connects itself with the enjoyments of this present world . Amidst the trials , and difficulties which , as a wife , and a ...
... human family , who would desire the salvation of his soul , to you it comes with a peculiar mercy , even as it connects itself with the enjoyments of this present world . Amidst the trials , and difficulties which , as a wife , and a ...
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Side 173 - She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
Side 179 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Side 5 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Side 180 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Side 174 - She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Side 174 - My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass : Because I will publish the name of the Lord: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
Side 62 - With other ministrations thou, O Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
Side 174 - She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Side 117 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) ; Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
Side 64 - My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.