Bessie Wilmerton: Or, Money, and what Came of It. A NovelG. W. Carleton & Company, 1874 - Počet stran: 384 |
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... Hope and Peace . - Mildred's Suitors ....... IX . - The Dress - maker and Mildred ... 64 83 102 123 142 160 ... X. - The Master and Mistress of Glen - Beck ........ 175 XI . - Doom to the Betrothed .... XII . - Loss and Substitution ...
... Hope and Peace . - Mildred's Suitors ....... IX . - The Dress - maker and Mildred ... 64 83 102 123 142 160 ... X. - The Master and Mistress of Glen - Beck ........ 175 XI . - Doom to the Betrothed .... XII . - Loss and Substitution ...
Strana 17
... hope , A short time before the failure of the Talbot Bank , the publication of a pamphlet entitled " Christ Rejected , " drew the attention of the reading public to the University of M—— , since one of its students was said to be its ...
... hope , A short time before the failure of the Talbot Bank , the publication of a pamphlet entitled " Christ Rejected , " drew the attention of the reading public to the University of M—— , since one of its students was said to be its ...
Strana 33
... hope renewed , love made more triumphant , and faith more per- fect , I feel that I am better fitted to meet life's cares and exigencies , better able to enjoy aright its blessings - better prepared , sooner or later , to ' go down to ...
... hope renewed , love made more triumphant , and faith more per- fect , I feel that I am better fitted to meet life's cares and exigencies , better able to enjoy aright its blessings - better prepared , sooner or later , to ' go down to ...
Strana 94
... hope of finding them yet awake ; for I had been very particular in my admonitions in regard to truth - telling , and I might expect little good to follow my spoken precepts did I fail to prac- tise what I taught . On opening softly the ...
... hope of finding them yet awake ; for I had been very particular in my admonitions in regard to truth - telling , and I might expect little good to follow my spoken precepts did I fail to prac- tise what I taught . On opening softly the ...
Strana 115
... hope , Miss Manvers , you will not object to my sharing in your watch . ' " " ' For an instant she looked surprised ; the next , her hand was held out and met mine in a warm clasp . From that moment , Bessie , I date our friendship ...
... hope , Miss Manvers , you will not object to my sharing in your watch . ' " " ' For an instant she looked surprised ; the next , her hand was held out and met mine in a warm clasp . From that moment , Bessie , I date our friendship ...
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asked Aymar beauty became beside Bessie Wilmerton Bessie's BETROTHED brow calm cashier CHAPTER cheek Colonel Aicheson couch COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON daguerrotype daily Dana Poinsett dear death door drawing-room Edith Ellice Manvers Erastus exclaimed eyes face father feared feel Forres Forrester Frank friends gave girl Glen-Beck GOVERNESS LIFE-MRS Grey grief hand happy heard heart honor hope hour Kate KATE-ELLICE knew lady Lawrence Esterlyn letter light Lillian lips live Lolotte looked Madame Merillat's ment Mildred's mind Miss Forrester Miss Manvers Miss Wilmerton mother never night Nurse Matty once pain papa Poulett pupils Raphael Cartoons rence replied rescuing hero returned seated seemed Seytoun silence sister smile soon sorrow stern stood Talbot Bank tears tell tender things thought tion Tommy tones floated took trouble walked Walworth and Mildred watched Willow Brook woman words
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Strana 335 - And I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle.
Strana 54 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Strana 7 - If thou seest the oppression of the poor, and violent perverting of judgment and justice in a province, marvel not at the matter: for he that is higher than the highest regardeth; and there be higher than they.
Strana 160 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Strana 160 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Strana 64 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Strana 343 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Strana 260 - WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil ; Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with His odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience...
Strana 325 - This earthly noise is too anear, Too loud, and will not let me hear The little harp. My death will soon Make silence.
Strana 83 - Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings; That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.