The Pastor's Fire-side: A Novel, Volume 4

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817

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Page 481 - And I say unto you, make to yourselves friends of the mammon of unrighteousness ; that when ye fail, they may receive you into everlasting habitations.
Page 317 - So dear to heaven is saintly Chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried Angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt ; And, in clear dream and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal...
Page 336 - ... suffering. She put her hand upon that part of his linen, where the blood-stain was the widest, and in the act, she thought she felt a gaping wound. He shrunk under the touch, and convulsively opened his eyes. They were shut as suddenly, and in a low voice, he hardly articulated — . Where am I ?" " In a wretched place," replied Cornelia, " but with those who only wait the morning light to bear you to one of comfort.
Page 368 - I mean to speak of one," returned the Pastor, " whose heart was lifted up because of his beauty; and he corrupted his wisdom, by reason of his brightness ; find where we should have found light, there was darkness, and the mouth of the grave J " Cornelia sunk into a seat.
Page 258 - Yes, my father," gently rejoined Louis, " there is rest in the grave when— " Silence !" interrupted the Duke, all his former haughtiness confirming his voice and manner: " Is it you that would cajole reason with sophistry ? That would give up your unsullied truth at last, to insult your father by preaching an annihilation you know to be a falsehood ? I know a different lesson. A man cannot rid himself of bodily pangs by moving from place to place. How then shall the torments of the spirit be extinguished,...
Page 337 - She clasped her hands, in the wordless sympathy of human nature. She was then brought through the horrors of the still raging tempest,* at that dismal hour of night, to this lonely hovel, to close the eyes of a forlorn stranger ! — To perform the last offices to the beloved son or husband of some tender mother or doating wife, who must " long look for him who never would return...
Page 337 - Louis !" cried she, in the piteous accents of one calling for an assistance they needed, but despaired of iis bringing help. Louis heard the cry, and the tone struck him with an alarm, that instantly brought him into the hovel. Lorenzo followed his master, and both rushed through the chamber in which she was not to be found, into the one whence the light gleamed. She pointed, without being able to speak, to the heap on the floor. Seeing her so overcome, instead of approaching it, Louis put his arm...
Page 49 - Let him wait my leisure," and, looking on the paper again, sternly resumed his reading. Louis stood. — The face of deadly paleness, the eye's livid flash, and the deep, emaciated lines, furrowed with every trace of the burning volcano within, filled him with a dismay, even more terrible than the fierce estrangement this reception anvoL.
Page 49 - It was a cold welcome; but Louis thought not of the words, since the permission wasgranted. Hehastened through the arcades, to a large curtained door. — Martini drew it back, and Louis beheld the honoured object of his long and filial pilgrimage. The Duke was standing with his back to him, reading a scroll of paper. Nothing that was not purely the son, was then in his labouring heart ; and he was advancing to throw himself at his father's feet, when Martini spoke : — " My Lord! The Marquis de...
Page 168 - Christian against the ferocious curses of the Moor, the clouds of smoke rolled away from the eastern point of the rampart, and the golden head of the sun peered from the horizon. Its first ray shot direct upon the radiant crest of Aben Humeya, and a rifle took aim. The ball struck ; and, in spite of a momentary exertion in its victim to spring forward, he staggered and fell into the arms of his followers. A woeful yell announced to the legions below, that some direful disaster had happened. The cry...

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