Real HappeningsT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1890 - 46 pages |
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Mrs. Mary B[ucklin (Davenport)] Claflin. CONTENTS . PAGE A REAL HAPPENING 5 WHAT HAPPENED 14 LITTLE FAITH 23 STORY OF A HIGHLAND COTTAGE 32 THE BOYS ' COMMONWEALTH 42 A REAL HAPPENING . OLD Beppo and Nina , his.
Mrs. Mary B[ucklin (Davenport)] Claflin. CONTENTS . PAGE A REAL HAPPENING 5 WHAT HAPPENED 14 LITTLE FAITH 23 STORY OF A HIGHLAND COTTAGE 32 THE BOYS ' COMMONWEALTH 42 A REAL HAPPENING . OLD Beppo and Nina , his.
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... cottage on some green patch in Ireland , where her mother had tried to teach her to be modest and industrious , and to have nothing to do with lads who were profane and idle and given to drink . But Faith's mother did not heed her ...
... cottage on some green patch in Ireland , where her mother had tried to teach her to be modest and industrious , and to have nothing to do with lads who were profane and idle and given to drink . But Faith's mother did not heed her ...
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Mrs. Mary B[ucklin (Davenport)] Claflin. STORY OF A HIGHLAND COTTAGE . THE dark green hills in the west of Scotland , covered with thick fir and cedar trees , make a fit set- ting for the beautiful intervales of purple heather and ...
Mrs. Mary B[ucklin (Davenport)] Claflin. STORY OF A HIGHLAND COTTAGE . THE dark green hills in the west of Scotland , covered with thick fir and cedar trees , make a fit set- ting for the beautiful intervales of purple heather and ...
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... cottage grew narrower and narrower , and Johnnie made many plans by day , and dreamed at night , on his little straw bed under the thatch , of working in larger gardens , and buying with his wage a better home and a larger field for his ...
... cottage grew narrower and narrower , and Johnnie made many plans by day , and dreamed at night , on his little straw bed under the thatch , of working in larger gardens , and buying with his wage a better home and a larger field for his ...
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... cottage door , to the wicket - gate , into the little patch enclosed by brushwood from the forest , and , watering with his tears the narrow , well - worn path over which he had driven his goat night and morning all his life , he ...
... cottage door , to the wicket - gate , into the little patch enclosed by brushwood from the forest , and , watering with his tears the narrow , well - worn path over which he had driven his goat night and morning all his life , he ...
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Page 14 - So here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away. Out of Eternity This new Day is born; Into Eternity, At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did : So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue Day : Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.
Page 20 - Leave God to order all thy ways, And hope in Him, whate'er betide ; Thou'lt find Him in the evil days An all-sufficient strength and guide.
Page 31 - At last the rootlets of the trees Shall find the prison where she lies, And bear the buried dust they seize In leaves and blossoms to the skies. So may the soul that warmed it rise ! If any, born of kindlier blood, Should ask.
Page 11 - Dino would like to see her. I think she will remember the name." As the lady approached — she of whom he had said on that dreary night in November, " Nobody love me, nobody smile on me but her " — she recognized the Italian eyes, and the old, sweet, musical accent with which she had been familiar...
Page 12 - ... nobody smile on me but her " — she recognized the Italian eyes, and the old, sweet, musical accent with which she had been familiar years before. With a graceful bow, he said, as if to assure himself of a welcome, — " Madam, I should not have ventured in your presence if I had not been informed by my friends at the Home upon whom I have called, that you would be glad to see me ; for I felt that by my long silence I had forfeited all claim to your friendship.
Page 13 - There is not a word in my tongue but lo! O Ijord, thou knowest it altogether^ The little Italian beggar now has a wife and a pretty little boy in a comfortable home of his own, and his testimony is, "If I had not been cared for and instructed in that Christian Home, I should be a beggar now as I was when I entered it.
Page 6 - I never knew, unless it w^ because his home life had given him a subdued, downcast look, and his shoulders were more rounded and bent than even his heavy organ would have made them, if he could have had a little comfort and cheer in the poor place he called home. Nina was a peevish, querulous wife, always finding fault, and never satisfied with Beppo's earnings ; true, it was little enough he brought at night, after trudging all day with...
Page 12 - I had kept the little music I knew during my stay at the farm, for I had led the Sabbath choir and the Sunday-school singing, and had never missed a Sabbath while I was there. But I longed for some knowledge of music. I felt that I could not live without it, and though the kind old farmer offered me good wages if I would remain with him, and a generous sum when I should become of age, I said 'I cannot live without music...
Page 6 - ... his wife and children, but on the sand-bank, or on a neighbor's door-seat, where he could smoke his pipe in peace, beyond the sound of Nina's croaking, scolding voice. The two boys were like their mother, and Beppo found little comfort in them, so it must be confessed that when in the summer of...