Rose ClarkMason brothers, 1856 - 417 páginas |
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... night , I crept behind some boards , by the grave - yard , and slept . " Land's sake , didn't you have nothing to eat ? " 66 Sometimes I was not much hungry , my heart ached so bad ; sometimes the children gave me pieces of bread and ...
... night , I crept behind some boards , by the grave - yard , and slept . " Land's sake , didn't you have nothing to eat ? " 66 Sometimes I was not much hungry , my heart ached so bad ; sometimes the children gave me pieces of bread and ...
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... nights as we have , too , and such nice places to walk . " tr Yes , but to walk with a woman ! " said Dolly . " I like you very well , Kip ; but when one has had gentle- men's society , it is like swallowing the parings , ROSE CLARK . 37.
... nights as we have , too , and such nice places to walk . " tr Yes , but to walk with a woman ! " said Dolly . " I like you very well , Kip ; but when one has had gentle- men's society , it is like swallowing the parings , ROSE CLARK . 37.
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... night - dress to wash her thin limbs , " her sufferings are over . I tell you , Timmins , there'll be a long reckoning for this some day . I had rather be Tibbs here than Mrs. Markham . She is n't a sparrow's weight , " said Watkins ...
... night - dress to wash her thin limbs , " her sufferings are over . I tell you , Timmins , there'll be a long reckoning for this some day . I had rather be Tibbs here than Mrs. Markham . She is n't a sparrow's weight , " said Watkins ...
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... night - dress which was to answer for a shroud , smoothed the soft silken hair , and folded the small hands over the weary little heart . " Do you know a prayer , Watkins ? " asked Timmins , looking at the dead child . " I know Our ...
... night - dress which was to answer for a shroud , smoothed the soft silken hair , and folded the small hands over the weary little heart . " Do you know a prayer , Watkins ? " asked Timmins , looking at the dead child . " I know Our ...
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... no satin lining or silver nails - no carriages - night burial , Potters ' Field , etc. " Lie in the dust , We all must . ' " Tell the afflicted matron of the Orphan Asylum that I will send up directly and take the deceased 46 ROSE CLARK .
... no satin lining or silver nails - no carriages - night burial , Potters ' Field , etc. " Lie in the dust , We all must . ' " Tell the afflicted matron of the Orphan Asylum that I will send up directly and take the deceased 46 ROSE CLARK .
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Términos y frases comunes
answered arms asked Rose Aunt Dolly baby Balch beautiful bless Bless em Bond bonnet bright eye captain chair CHAPTER Charley Charley's child Chloe Clifton Daffy dear doctor Dolly's door dress exclaimed eyes face FANNY FERN feel fellow Finels fingers Fritz GEORGE JAMES WEBB Gerritt Gertrude Gertrude's Gore House hand handkerchief head hear heart horse-leech Howe's husband John kiss knew laughing lips look looking-glass LOWELL MASON ma'am madame Magdalen Asylum Maria Markham mind missis morning mother never night old lady parlor Patty piazza Poor Rose pretty Puritan Recorder regretful emotions replied ridikilis Rose's round SHAWM sick side smile somebody's daughter Stahle Stahle's stairs suppose sweet tears tell thing thought Timmins took turned uncon Vincent voice Watkins weary whispered wife window woman word young
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Página 310 - For right is right, since God is God ; And right the day must win ; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin ! FREDERIC WILLIAM FABER.
Página 51 - s see ; you will have the shop to sweep out, the window shutters to take down and put up, night and morning, errands to run, sewing, washing, ironing, and scrubbing to do, dishes to wash, beside a few other little things. " Of course you will have your own clothes to make and to mend, the sheets and towels to hem, and be learning meanwhile to wait on customers in the shop ; I shan't trust you with the money-drawer till I know whether you are honest.
Página 278 - Joseph said the man gave his note, and added that he thought " a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush.
Página 362 - And watch'd through sickness by thy bed,— Call his a kindred heart! But for those bonds all perfect made, Wherein bright spirits blend, Like sister flowers of one sweet shade, With the same breeze that bend, For that full bliss of thought allied, Never to mortals given,— Oh! lay thy lovely dreams aside, Or lift them unto Heaven.
Página 361 - OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountains flow : Few — and by still conflicting powers Forbidden here to meet — Such ties would make this life of ours Too fair for aught so fleet.
Página 344 - ... forehead, or their skin had shone like the face of Moses when he came down from the mount.
Página 411 - Hallelujah:/ A book for the service of song in the house of the Lord...
Página 409 - He belongs by birthright to the nasal, angular, psalm-singing, pumpkin-growing generation, which, according to Diedrich Knickerbocker's veritable annals, was a source of such infinite annoyance to the primitive Manhattaners. His neg* TJie Life of Horace Greeley, Editor of the New York Tribune.
Página 411 - LAUD1S; or, the American Book of Church Music; being chiefly a selection of chaste and elegant melodies from the most classic authors, ancient and modern, with harmony parts ; together with anthems and other set pieces for choirs and singing-schools • to which are added tunes for congregational singing.
Página iii - When the frost curtains the windows, when the wind whistles fiercely at the key-hole, when the bright fire glows, and the tea-tray is removed, and father in his slippered feet lolls in his arm-chair; and mother with her nimble needle "makes auld claes look amaist as weel as new," and grandmamma draws closer to the chimney-corner, and Tommy with his plate of chestnuts nestles contentedly at her feet; then let my unpretending story be read. For such an hour, for such an audience, was it written. Should...