Library of Southern Literature: BiographyEdwin Anderson Alderman, Joel Chandler Harris, Charles W. Kent Martin & Hoyt Company, 1909 |
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Page 1627 - Wherefore in all things it behoved Him to be made like unto His brethren, that He might be a merciful and faithful high priest in things pertaining to GOD, to make reconciliation for the sins of the people. For in that He Himself hath suffered, being tempted, He is able to succour them that are tempted.
Page 1627 - And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience ; .and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
Page 1627 - But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his stripes we are healed.
Page 1834 - Oh, yes, mamma ! how very gay Its wings of starry gold — And see ! it lightly flies away Beyond my gentle hold ! Oh, mother, now I know full well — If God that worm can change, And draw it from this broken cell, On golden wings to range, How beautiful will brother be, When God shall give him wings, Above this dying world to flee, And live with heavenly things !
Page 1814 - That the cause we fought for and our brothers died for was the cause of civil liberty, and not the cause of human slavery, is a thesis which we feel ourselves bound to maintain whenever 'our motives are challenged or misunderstood, if only for our children's sake.
Page 1812 - If the secrets of all hearts could have been revealed, our enemies would have been astounded to see how many thousands and tens of thousands in the Southern States felt the crushing burden and the awful responsibility of the institution which we were supposed to be defending with the melodramatic fury of pirate kings.
Page 1639 - Neath the sky so bright and blue. And no slab of pallid marble Rears its white and ghastly head, Telling wanderers in the valley Of the virtues of the dead; But a lily is her tombstone, And a dew-drop, pure and bright, Is the epitaph an angel wrote In the stillness of the night.
Page 1537 - ... pair of babies which he had captured from their unknown mothers. It was on the day of my ride with him that I heard him express his views of the war and his singular aspiration for himself. It was almost immediately after General McClellan assumed command of the army of the Potomac, and while we were rather eagerly expecting him to attack our strongly fortified position at Centreville. Stuart was talking with some members of his staff, with whom he had been wrestling a minute before. He said...
Page 1681 - Asking for a place to stay all night, you may be told, " Go to So and So's house; he'll pertect ye; " and he will, too, at the risk of his own life when you are past the line of suspicion and under his roof. There are other facts that soften a too harsh judgment of the mountaineer and his feud — harsh as the judgment should be. Personal fealty is the cornerstone of the feud. The mountaineer admits no higher law; he understands no conscience that will violate that tie. You are my friend or my kinsman...
Page 1537 - All I ask of fate is that I may be killed leading a cavalry charge. ' ' The remark was not a boastful or seemingly insincere one. It was made quietly, cheerfully, almost eagerly, and it impressed me at the time with...