The Gentleman from EverywhereThe author, 1902 - 318 pages |
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... church spires of the little village , stri- ving to lift the sordid minds of the natives from earthly clods to the clouds , and where beckoning hands strove vainly to inspire them with heavenly hopes ; around them , glistening in the ...
... church spires of the little village , stri- ving to lift the sordid minds of the natives from earthly clods to the clouds , and where beckoning hands strove vainly to inspire them with heavenly hopes ; around them , glistening in the ...
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... church - members , concluded I must become a minister , conse- quently they sent me to school . School ! What memories come back to us over the arid wastes of life at the very mention of this magic word ! There is the place where ...
... church - members , concluded I must become a minister , conse- quently they sent me to school . School ! What memories come back to us over the arid wastes of life at the very mention of this magic word ! There is the place where ...
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... church to nearly the entire population of the town on the " Final state of the impenitent dead . " Oh , the terrors of this my first sermon , horrors to preacher as well as to " preachees . " As I sat in the pulpit beside our pastor ...
... church to nearly the entire population of the town on the " Final state of the impenitent dead . " Oh , the terrors of this my first sermon , horrors to preacher as well as to " preachees . " As I sat in the pulpit beside our pastor ...
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... to audiences that crowded the church to the doors . I was but fifteen years of age , and was called : " The won- derful boy preacher . " One Sunday the village crank came to hear me , 48 THE GENTLEMAN FROM EVERYWHERE .
... to audiences that crowded the church to the doors . I was but fifteen years of age , and was called : " The won- derful boy preacher . " One Sunday the village crank came to hear me , 48 THE GENTLEMAN FROM EVERYWHERE .
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... church in a rage , and his subscrip- tion was lost forever . Our pious pastor was a fair sample of the " wooden men " turned out by the educational mills of the day ; to an assembly of whom Edwin Booth is reported to have said : " The ...
... church in a rage , and his subscrip- tion was lost forever . Our pious pastor was a fair sample of the " wooden men " turned out by the educational mills of the day ; to an assembly of whom Edwin Booth is reported to have said : " The ...
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Page 234 - O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
Page 252 - Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea. I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays. For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What...
Page 149 - That all the jarring notes of life Seem blending in a psalm, And all the angles of its strife Slow rounding into calm. And so the shadows fall apart, And so the west winds play ; And all the windows of my heart I open to the day.
Page 133 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call death.
Page 261 - This would be an adaptation to actual business of the spiritual truth that " to him that hath shall be given ; but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he seemeth to have.
Page 160 - The word Adam is from the Hebrew adamah, signifying the red color of the ground, dust, nothingness. Divide the name Adam into two syllables, and it reads, a dam, or obstruction. This suggests the thought of something fluid, of mortal mind in solution. It further suggests the thought ofthat "darkness . . . upon the face of the deep...
Page 149 - Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track ; That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back ; That more and more a providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good...
Page 141 - I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn ; But still the sun shines round me : the evening bird sings on, And I again am soothed, and, beside the ancient gate, In this soft evening sunlight, I calmly stand and wait.
Page 137 - I know that each sinful action, As sure as the night brings shade , Is somewhere, sometime punished, Tho' the hour be long delayed. I know that the soul is aided Sometimes by the heart's unrest, And to grow means often to suffer But whatever is - is best.
Page 141 - A boat at midnight sent alone To drift upon the moonless sea, A lute, whose leading chord is gone, A wounded bird, that hath but one Imperfect wing to soar upon, Are like what I am, without thee...