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Seite 57 - All sacrifices do but speed forward that great day, when the knowledge of the Lord shall cover the earth as the waters cover the sea.
Seite 134 - In a few of the most awful lines ever penned, thus wrote he the story of a life: —"I am an old man now; yet by fifteen years my soul is younger than my body ! Fifteen years I existed (for I did not live — it was not life) in the self-same dungeon, ten feet square ! During six years I had a companion ; nine years I was alone ! I never could rightly distinguish the face of him who shared my captivity, in the eternal twilight of our cell. The first year we talked incessantly together; we related...
Seite 192 - ... elements in the food, it is evident that the amount of nourishment required by an animal for its support must be in a direct ratio with the quantity of oxygen taken into its system.
Seite 267 - In case of scalding or burning the body, immersing the part in cold water gives entire relief, as instantaneously as the lightning. Meanwhile, get some common dry flour, and apply it an inch or two thick on the injured part, the moment it emerges from the water, and keep sprinkling on the flour through anything like a pepper-box cover, so as to put it on evenly.
Seite 111 - But I gave you a thousand dollars to graduate on." "It is all gone, father." "Very well, my son; it was all I could give you; you can't stay here; you must now pay your own way in the world.
Seite 266 - ... dozen medicines we can now think of, is a heaping teaspoonful of common salt, and as much ground mustard, stirred rapidly in a teacup of water, warm or cold, and swallowed instantly. It is scarcely down before it begins to come up, bringing with it the remaining contents of the...
Seite 155 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Seite 174 - May; feeling a little tired abo.it noon, he sat down in the shade of the house and fell asleep ; he waked up chilly ; inflammation of the lungs followed, ending, after two years of great suffering, in consumption. On opening his chest, there was such an extensive decay, that the yellow matter was scooped out by the cupful, A Boston ship-owner, while on the deck of one of his vessels, thought he would
Seite 134 - The fifth year we were silent. The sixth he was taken away ; I never knew where — to execution or to liberty ; but I was glad when he was gone : even solitude was better than the dim vision of that pale, vacant face. After that I was alone. Only one event broke in upon my nine years