Memoirs of Mrs. Mary Lundie Duncan: Being Recollections of a Daughter

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Robert Carter, 1842 - 268 pages

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Page 164 - The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Page 237 - When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
Page 217 - To me remains nor place nor time, My country is in every clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Page 237 - In all their affliction He was afflicted, and the angel of His presence saved them : in His love and in His pity He redeemed them ; and He bare them, and carried them all the days of old.
Page 55 - A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
Page 211 - His love, in time past, forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite through.
Page 257 - LITTLE brother, darling boy, You are very dear to me ! I am happy — full of joy, When your smiling face I see. How I wish that you could speak, And could know the words I say ! Pretty stories I would seek, To amuse you every day ; — All about the honey-bees, Flying past us in the sun ; Birds that sing among the trees, Lambs that in the meadows run.
Page 253 - And so gay did the daisies and buttercups look, That I thought little lambs must be happy all day. And when I remember the beautiful psalm, That tells about Christ and his pastures so green, I know he is willing to make me his lamb. And happier far than the lambs I have seen. If I drink of the waters, so peaceful and still, That flow in his field, I...
Page 251 - Bring me your German village, please ! With all its houses, gates, and trees; Your waxen doll, with eyes of blue, And all her tea-things, bright and new ; Because, you know, you must not play, But love to keep the Sabbath-day.

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