Mrs. Overtheway's Remembrances

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Bell & Daldy, 1869 - Children's stories, English - 168 pages
 

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Page 52 - While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, the Chaldeans made out three bands, and fell upon the camels, and have carried them away, yea, and slain the servants with the edge of the sword; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.
Page 102 - They are all gone into a world of light, And I alone sit lingering here ! Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Page 9 - Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see...
Page 8 - Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green ; There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. ' Quite through the streets, with silver sound, The flood of Life doth flow ; Upon whose banks on every side The wood of Life doth grow.
Page 77 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide. I am content with what I have, Little be it or much ; And, Lord, contentment still I crave, Because thou savest such. Fulness to such a burden is, That go on pilgrimage ; Here little, and hereafter bliss, Is best from age to age.
Page 39 - Aunt Harriet was introduced as 'My daughter Harriet,' and made a stiff curtsey as Mrs. Moss smiled, and nodded, and bade her 'sit down, my dear.' Throughout the whole interview she seemed to be looked upon by both ladies as a child, and played the part so well, sitting prim and silent on her chair, that I could hardly help humming as I looked at her: 'Hold up your head, Turn out your toes, Speak when you're spoken to, Mend your clothes.' I was introduced, too, as 'a grandchild,' made a curtsey the...
Page 17 - It was not amber satin, and it was not snuff-coloured satin; it was one of the shades of brown known by the name of feuillemorte, or dead-leaf colour. It is pretty in itself, and yet I dislike it." "How funny," said Ida, wriggling in the arm-chair with satisfaction. "Do tell me about it.
Page 7 - The snow has melted,' gurgled the water, 'here I am.' It was everywhere. The sunshine made the rich green mosses look dry, but in reality they were wet, and so was everything else. Slish ! Slosh ! Put your feet where you...
Page 7 - Winter is gone !" it spluttered as it ran. " Winter is gone, wint er-is-gone. winterisgone !" And, on the principle that a good thing cannot be said too often, it went on with this all through the summer, till the next winter came and stopped its mouth with icicles. As the stream chattered, so the birds in the wood sang, — Tweet ! tweet ! chirrup ! throstle ! Spring ! Spring ! Spring...
Page 7 - ... which Ida could see the high road, a trough for watering horses, and beyond this a wood. The hedge was very thin in February, and Ida had a good view in consequence. Sitting on a stump in the sunshine she peered through the gap to see if any horses came to drink. It was as good as a peep show, and, indeed, much better. " The snow has melted,

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