A Little Bundle of Letters from Three Continents
Title | A Little Bundle of Letters from Three Continents PDF eBook |
Author | Charles Bayard Mitchell |
Publisher | |
Pages | 132 |
Release | |
Genre | Middle East |
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Who's who in the lyceum
Title | Who's who in the lyceum PDF eBook |
Author | |
Publisher | |
Pages | 218 |
Release | 1906 |
Genre | Lyceums |
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Letters from Three Continents
Title | Letters from Three Continents PDF eBook |
Author | Matthew Flournoy Ward |
Publisher | |
Pages | 372 |
Release | 1851 |
Genre | Africa |
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The Public Library Quarterly
Title | The Public Library Quarterly PDF eBook |
Author | |
Publisher | |
Pages | 144 |
Release | 1907 |
Genre | Catalogs |
ISBN |
Who's who in the Lyceum
Title | Who's who in the Lyceum PDF eBook |
Author | Alfred Augustus Wright |
Publisher | |
Pages | 216 |
Release | 1906 |
Genre | Lecturers |
ISBN |
Includes: A Brief history of the lyceum, by Anna L. Curtis, and: How to organize and manage a lyceum course, by Laurence Tom Kersey.
Letters from Three Continents
Title | Letters from Three Continents PDF eBook |
Author | Matthew Flournoy Ward |
Publisher | |
Pages | 348 |
Release | 1851 |
Genre | Africa |
ISBN |
Letters from Three Continents
Title | Letters from Three Continents PDF eBook |
Author | Matthew Flournoy Ward |
Publisher | Theclassics.Us |
Pages | 136 |
Release | 2013-09 |
Genre | |
ISBN | 9781230465371 |
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1851 edition. Excerpt: ... from Galilee, " beholding afar off," and witness the fierce determination of the soldiers. I could hear that cry of mortal agony--"My God! my God! why hast thou forsaken me?" And all was over. What could be more impressive than such recollections in such a place ? My heart was softened even to weakness, and I could almost have wept; for that religious fervor, which even the most worldly may feel on Calvary, was blended in my heart with the feeling of earth most akin to heaven--a son's devotion to his mother. The Bible, from which I read the mournful story of the cross and passion, was her parting gift. It flooded my heart with hallowed associations--thoughts of her and of heaven were blended in my soul, and purified to each other. It recalled the never-to-be-forgotten instructions of my early childhood, when, leaning upon her lap, I heard from her loved lips explanations of the holy events of which I now read, upon the very spot where they occurred. It recalled the recollections of later days, when, side by side, we sat in the village church--the exquisite music of those simple hymns, that we sang from the same book, seemed again to swell upon my ears, and I was a child in feeling once more. And, whatever may have been my course since, those early impressions of piety have never been effaced, and the religious associations connected with those blissful days of innocence I now found had not died, but only slumbered, and but required a sacred spot like this to start into life, linked with a mother's holy name. Doubly blessed is he upon whose childhood beamed a mother's smile. The religious feelings which nature has implanted in the heart of the child, when embalmed in the recollections of her early lessons, can never perish. His veneration...