The Fountain: A Gift: "to Stir Up the Pure Mind by Way of Remembrance" ...
Horatio Hastings Weld
W. Sloanaker, 1847 - Didactic fiction, American - 252 pages
Thompson: "Points out the virtues of temperance and the evils of smoking and gambling."
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The Fountain: A Gift; To Stir Up the Pure Mind by Way of Remembrance ...
Horatio Hastings Weld
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Page 152 - The slave stood forging from his chains The spade and plough. Where frowned the fort, pavilions gay And cottage windows, flower-entwined, Looked out upon the peaceful bay And hills behind. Through vine-wreathed cups with wine once red, The lights on brimming crystal fell, Drawn, sparkling, from the rivulet head And mossy well.
Page 150 - REFORMER ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan, I saw a Strong One, in his wrath, Smiting the godless shrines of man Along his path. The Church, beneath her trembling dome, Essayed in vain her ghostly charm: Wealth shook within his gilded home With strange alarm. Fraud from his secret chambers fled Before the sunlight bursting in: Sloth drew her pillow o'er her head To drown the din. "Spare...
Page 152 - Th' eternal step of Progress beats To that great anthem, calm and slow, Which God repeats. Take heart! — the Waster builds again, — A charmed life old Goodness hath; The tares may perish, — but the grain Is not for death. God works in all things; all obey His first propulsion from the night: Wake thou and watch! — the world is gray With morning light 1 THE PRISONER FOR DEBT LOOK on him!
Page 151 - Twas but the ruin of the bad — The wasting of the wrong and ill ; Whate'er of good the old time had Was living still. Calm grew the brows of him I feared ; The frown which awed me passed away, And left behind a smile which cheered Like breaking day. The grain grew green on battle-plains, O'er swarded war-mounds grazed the cow ; The slave stood forging from his chains The spade and plough.
Page 151 - I looked : aside the dust-cloud rolled — The Waster seemed the Builder too ; Upspringing from the ruined old I saw the new. ' Twas but the ruin of the bad — The wasting of the wrong and ill ; Whate'er of good the old time had Was living still.
Page 152 - These wait their doom, from that great law Which makes the past time serve to-day ; And fresher life the World shall draw From their decav Oh ! backward-looking son of time ! — The new is old, the old is new, The cycle of a change sublime Still sweeping through.
Page 111 - Yes, said he. Well, then, said the Indian, do you believe I am your friend ? Yes, Han Yerry, replied he ; I believe you are. The Indian then rejoined — Well, if you are my friend, and you believe I am your friend, I will tell you what I want, and then I shall know whether you speak true words.
Page 190 - Arts, and all the now rude and simple processes of day labor ; and not merely that these processes may be perfected and accelerated, but that the benefits of the improvement may accrue in at least equal measure to those whose accustomed means of livelihood, scanty at best, are interfered with and overturned by the change.
Page 151 - Gray-bearded Use, who, deaf and blind, Groped for his old accustomed stone, Leaned on his staff, and wept to find His seat o'erthrown. Young Romance raised his dreamy eyes, O'erhung with paly locks of gold, — "Why smite," he asked in sad surprise, "The fair, the old?
Page 187 - Hence the poison of disquiet and discontent — the irresolution to act worthily under a mistaken impression that adverse circumstances have forbidden that anything shall worthily be done. I confess I look with anxiety on what seems to me the perverted aspiration so universal among us. There is an incessant straining for outward and visible advantages — to be Legislators, Governors, Professional men, Teachers — there is too little appreciation of that greatness which is intrinsic and above the...