The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Bind 10Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1857 |
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... Dark Day at the ........ 415 50 Paul , Jean - R . H. Stoddart . Chinese Theatricals ......... .... 405 365 Perfumes . 541 Coal Mine , Visit to an English . 352 Planets , The - Quareus ....... 167 Death , Curiosities of .......... 31 ...
... Dark Day at the ........ 415 50 Paul , Jean - R . H. Stoddart . Chinese Theatricals ......... .... 405 365 Perfumes . 541 Coal Mine , Visit to an English . 352 Planets , The - Quareus ....... 167 Death , Curiosities of .......... 31 ...
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... dark and gloomy palets , each holding in his hand a bell cord to give notice of returning animation , if by chance the vital spark still remains , the frailest thread to which hope can cling . One , and but one , of its pale occupants ...
... dark and gloomy palets , each holding in his hand a bell cord to give notice of returning animation , if by chance the vital spark still remains , the frailest thread to which hope can cling . One , and but one , of its pale occupants ...
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... in its miserable inhabitants , we were not - could not , be prepared for all we there saw . To say that it was the St. Giles's of the west end , is saying nothing ; its dark and unclean streets were the abodes. 18 THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE .
... in its miserable inhabitants , we were not - could not , be prepared for all we there saw . To say that it was the St. Giles's of the west end , is saying nothing ; its dark and unclean streets were the abodes. 18 THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE .
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... dark and unclean streets were the abodes of infamy . Those who , impelled by a holy wish to save from sin , visited it by day , crept cau- tiously along , shrinking from the hag- gard faces or thievish hands , that found refuge there ...
... dark and unclean streets were the abodes of infamy . Those who , impelled by a holy wish to save from sin , visited it by day , crept cau- tiously along , shrinking from the hag- gard faces or thievish hands , that found refuge there ...
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... dark , not knowing where to turn , frightened out of his wits besides , he fell to remembering his sins , and praying with all his might for succor . But hours passed away , and assistance came not ; the poor fellow's phrensy in ...
... dark , not knowing where to turn , frightened out of his wits besides , he fell to remembering his sins , and praying with all his might for succor . But hours passed away , and assistance came not ; the poor fellow's phrensy in ...
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Side 90 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance : for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Side 90 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the Whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, ' Logan is the friend of white men.
Side 460 - And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth ; But no man heard the trampling, Or saw the train go forth ; Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun...
Side 169 - Its felicities often seem to be almost things rather than mere words. It is part of the national mind, and the anchor of national seriousness. .... The memory of the dead passes into it. The potent traditions of childhood are stereotyped in its verses. The power of all the griefs and trials of a man is hidden beneath its words.
Side 133 - And the serpent said unto the woman, ye shall not surely die, for God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof then your eyes shall be opened and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.
Side 133 - And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.
Side 266 - And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears. And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o
Side 487 - Spirit; if there is but one religion, why do you white people differ so much about it? why not all agree, as you can all read the book? Brother, we do not understand these things; we are told that your religion was given to your forefathers, and has been handed down from father to son. We also have a religion which was given to our forefathers, and has been handed down to us their children.
Side 260 - I've borne a weary lot ; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o...
Side 121 - ... true eloquence I find to be none but the serious and hearty love of truth; and that whose mind soever is fully possessed with a fervent desire to know good things, and with the dearest charity to infuse the knowledge of them into others, when such a man would speak, his words, by what I can express, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command, and in well-ordered files, as he would wish, fall aptly into their own places.