The Mothers' friend, ed. by Ann Jane, Volúmenes8-12Ann Jane 1855 |
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... hand ; and Edward , my boy , come opposite to your mother . " As the speaker waved his hand , a tall , slender figure advanced , clad in the sable robes of a widow . She tried to look cheerful , but as she took her seat at the right hand ...
... hand ; and Edward , my boy , come opposite to your mother . " As the speaker waved his hand , a tall , slender figure advanced , clad in the sable robes of a widow . She tried to look cheerful , but as she took her seat at the right hand ...
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... hand that , far and free , Had plenteous blessings sent ; Had filled with golden sheaves the plain , And garnered well the precious grain . There is wailing in the air ! Blent with that shout of victory , Came low deep tones of misery ...
... hand that , far and free , Had plenteous blessings sent ; Had filled with golden sheaves the plain , And garnered well the precious grain . There is wailing in the air ! Blent with that shout of victory , Came low deep tones of misery ...
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... hand , now at rest in the grave . This father was too busy to help his wife or care for his children ; but now he finds , too late , that it is a difficult matter to perform the duties of father and mother for the souls and bodies of ...
... hand , now at rest in the grave . This father was too busy to help his wife or care for his children ; but now he finds , too late , that it is a difficult matter to perform the duties of father and mother for the souls and bodies of ...
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... hands of strangers , and she unable to see after them ; and , when she is able to get about , her hands are full - indeed , things have got sadly into confusion . The neatness and order , so essential to her comfort and that of her ...
... hands of strangers , and she unable to see after them ; and , when she is able to get about , her hands are full - indeed , things have got sadly into confusion . The neatness and order , so essential to her comfort and that of her ...
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... hands ? " " No ; we cannot exactly say he has hands , Harry , but he uses his fore - feet instead . You shall see how he manages as soon as tea is over . " We hope to go into another parlour with little Harry next month . THE INFANT ...
... hands ? " " No ; we cannot exactly say he has hands , Harry , but he uses his fore - feet instead . You shall see how he manages as soon as tea is over . " We hope to go into another parlour with little Harry next month . THE INFANT ...
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angels asked AUNT babe beautiful Bible blessed bright bright eyes called child Christ Christian comfort dark dear death Divine grace duty dying early earth eternity eyes faith father fear feel FRAGMENTS FOR SPARE gentle girl give God's gone grave hand happy hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hope husband infant influence Jesus John kind kingdom of heaven lips little children little Patty live London look Lord mamma Mary mind morning never night NOTICES OF BOOKS parents passed pious poor pray prayer precious remember replied Sabbath Sabbath school Saviour sing smile soon sorrow soul SPARE MOMENTS spirit sure sweet teach tears tears in heaven tell thee things thou thought told truth voice watch weep widow wife wish woman words YEAR'S DAYS young mother youth ZAREPHATH
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Página 36 - Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes...
Página 116 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Página 3 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
Página 137 - Either what woman having ten pieces of silver, if she lose one piece, doth not light a candle, and sweep the house, and seek diligently till she find it * And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbours together, saying, Rejoice with me ; for I have found the piece which I had lost. Likewise, I say unto you, There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.
Página 192 - Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence, shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live ? For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure, but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness.
Página 77 - GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
Página 36 - A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown...
Página 168 - For what glory is it, if, when ye be buffeted for your faults, ye shall take it patiently ? but if, when ye do well, and suffer for it, ye take it patiently, this is acceptable with God.
Página 216 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there...
Página 19 - THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.