Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 74

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Harper's Magazine Company, 1887
 

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Page 16 - And when they saw him, they were amazed : and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us ? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing. 49 And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me ? wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business ? 50 And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them.
Page 14 - And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers.
Page 59 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 519 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Page 56 - OF all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Page 60 - I'll bear it all for Sally ; She is the Darling of my Heart, And she lives in our Alley. Of all the Days that's in the Week, I dearly love but one Day, And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday ; For then I'm drest, all in my best, To walk abroad with Sally ; She is the Darling of my Heart, And she lives in our Alley.
Page 83 - WHEN I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me ; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain ; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain ; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Page 318 - We wish, finally, that the last object on the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and parting day linger and play on its summit.
Page 640 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if by chance he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and if he sees anybody else nodding either wakes them himself or sends his servants to them.
Page 36 - A dollar isn't very much, but it helps to count the same: The lowest trump supports the ace, and sometimes wins the game. It assists a fellow's praying when he's down upon his knees — "Inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these.

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