William Scott Ament, Missionary of the American Board to ChinaRevell, 1911 - 377 pages |
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... killing them . The temple grounds are kept pure and fresh by perpetual streams of mountain water which is conducted in ... killed , but when they have died , are eaten by the priests , who eat no meat except this sacred pork . At stated ...
... killing them . The temple grounds are kept pure and fresh by perpetual streams of mountain water which is conducted in ... killed , but when they have died , are eaten by the priests , who eat no meat except this sacred pork . At stated ...
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... killed except that Norregard happened to have a small pocket pistol with which he frightened away the men who were pounding Cox . Of course the British government has taken up the matter vigorously , and in union with all the other ...
... killed except that Norregard happened to have a small pocket pistol with which he frightened away the men who were pounding Cox . Of course the British government has taken up the matter vigorously , and in union with all the other ...
Page 152
... kill all the foreigners and rid the country of their presence . The fright which followed was pitiful to behold . The people were bound to believe the worst and no amount of arguing could remove their first impressions . Leaving P'ing T ...
... kill all the foreigners and rid the country of their presence . The fright which followed was pitiful to behold . The people were bound to believe the worst and no amount of arguing could remove their first impressions . Leaving P'ing T ...
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... killed and yet they are strong and P'ang Chuang is in danger . The schools are not called together as yet and they feel as though they were in great danger . I am Tell Willie his letters do me good like a medicine . glad he is doing so ...
... killed and yet they are strong and P'ang Chuang is in danger . The schools are not called together as yet and they feel as though they were in great danger . I am Tell Willie his letters do me good like a medicine . glad he is doing so ...
Page 172
... killed and fully five thou- sand made refugees . In vast regions of territory there is not a single Roman Catholic chapel left , and not a member who has not suffered . The days of the Epistle to the Hebrews seem to have returned , but ...
... killed and fully five thou- sand made refugees . In vast regions of territory there is not a single Roman Catholic chapel left , and not a member who has not suffered . The days of the Epistle to the Hebrews seem to have returned , but ...
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Page 55 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 302 - Amid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumb, Amid the gladiators, halt and numb.' As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: 'Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
Page 222 - LET nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee ; All things are passing ; God never changeth ; Patient endurance Attaineth to all things ; Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting ; Alone God sufficeth.
Page 97 - Be strong! We are not here to play — to dream, to drift. We have hard work to do and loads to lift. Shun not the struggle — face it; 'tis God's gift.
Page 362 - I WALK down the Valley of Silence — Down the dim, voiceless valley — alone! And I hear not the fall of a footstep Around me, save God's and my own; And the hush of my heart is as holy As hovers where angels have flown!
Page 126 - And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy!
Page 116 - OF such is the kingdom of heaven, No glory that ever was shed From the crowning star of the seven That crown the north world's head, No word that ever was spoken Of human or godlike tongue, Gave ever such godlike token Since human harps were strung. No sign that ever was given To faithful or faithless eyes Showed ever beyond clouds riven So clear a Paradise. Earth's creeds may be seventy times seven And blood have defiled each creed : If of such be the kingdom of heaven, It must be heaven indeed.
Page 88 - Tis just what we are and do; Then give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you.
Page 212 - Ask God to give thee skill In comfort's art: That thou may'st consecrated be And set apart Unto a life of sympathy. For heavy is the weight of ill In every heart; And comforters are needed much Of Christlike touch.
Page 363 - In the hush of the Valley of Silence I dream all the songs that I sing; And the music floats down the dim Valley, Till each finds a word for a wing, That to hearts, like the Dove of the Deluge, A message of Peace they may bring.