Love in Old Cloathes and Other StoriesC. Scribner's Sons, 1896 - 217 páginas |
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Página 77 - Wherefore let us beseech him to grant us true repentance, and his Holy Spirit, that those things may please him, which we do at this present ; and that the rest of our life hereafter may be pure, and holy ; so that at the last we may come to his eternal joy ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.* Amen.
Página 142 - To calm their passion with the words of age, Slow from his seat arose the Pylian sage, Experienced Nestor, in persuasion skill'd: Words, sweet as honey, from his lips distill'd...
Página 76 - ALMIGHTY GOD, the Father of our Lord JESUS CHRIST, who desireth not the death of a sinner, but rather that he may turn from his wickedness and live, hath given power and commandment to his ministers to declare and pronounce to his people, being penitent, the Absolution and Remission of their sins. He pardoneth and absolveth all those who truly repent, and unfeignedly believe his holy Gospel.
Página 76 - HATH GIVEN POWER, AND COMMANDMENT, TO HIS MINISTERS, TO DECLARE AND PRONOUNCE TO HIS PEOPLE, BEING PENITENT, THE ABSOLUTION AND REMISSION OF THEIR SINS.
Página 7 - She show'd that Her Witt was more deepe, and Her minde more seriouslie inclin'd, than I had Thoughte from our first Jestinge, She beinge call'd to go thence, I did see Her mother, whose face I knewe, & was made sensible, y' I had given my Hearte to ye daughter of a House wh. with myne owne had longe been at grievous Feud, for ye folly of oure Auncestres. — Havinge come to wh. heavie momente in my Tale, I have no Patience to write more to-nighte. 22nd Aprile. I was mynded to write no more in...
Página 15 - With that I had no Hearte to heare more, he made so Light of suche a Division as parted me & my Happinesse, but tolde him I was his Frend, wolde serve him when he had Neede of me, & presentlie seeing my Humour, he made excuse to goe, & left me to write downe this, sicke in Mynde, and thinkinge ever of ye Woman who wil not oute of my Thoughtes for any change of Place, neither of employe. — For indeede I doe love Her moste heartilie, so y* my Wordes can not saye it, nor will y's Booke containe it.
Página 11 - Maie give Place to June, & she to July, & onlie my Hearte blossom not nor my Love growe no greener. 2nd June. I and my Foolishnesse, we laye Awake last night till ye Sunrise gun, wh. was Shott att 4*^ o'ck, & wh. beinge hearde in y* stillnesse fm.
Página 166 - Squall comin' up, an' don't y' make no mistake," he hurried on, not to be further committed to unguarded expression; "better look sharp, or y'll git a wettin'." A little puff of gray cloud, scurrying along in the southeast, had spread over half the sky, and now came a strong, eddying wind. A big raindrop made a dark spot on the sand before them ; another fell on Miss Rittenhouse's cheek, and then, with a vicious, uncertain patter, the rain began to come down. "We'll have to run for Poinsett's," said...
Página 17 - Home to-morrowe fm. ye Expedition to Fyre Islande, feigning a HeadAche, (wh. indeede I meante to do, in any Happ, for I cannot see Her againe,) & shall meet him at ye little Churche on ye Southe Koade.
Página 7 - I was grievously afeared for Her Digestion, leste it be over-tax'd. Saide this to Her, however addinge it was my Conceite, y' by some Processe, lyke Alehemie, whby ye baser metals are transmuted into golde, so ye grosse mortall foode was on Her lippes chang'd to ye fabled Nectar & Ambrosia of ye Gods. — She tolde me 't was a sillie Speache, yet seam'd not ill-pleas'd withall.