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EWJ-1864-06-01 | 11 | 0 | 0 | text | 10 | The grass-grown ditch he crossed, Pushing aside the clustered boughs, Which kindly swept his heat-dewed brows, | 1 | 1,165 | 26 | 1,191 | B0C0R10 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_11 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 11 | 0 | 0 | text | 11 | As back their branches tossed. | 1 | 1,165 | 6 | 1,171 | B0C0R11 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_11 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 11 | 0 | 0 | text | 12 | The air felt thick within the wood, | 1 | 1,165 | 8 | 1,173 | B0C0R12 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_11 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 11 | 0 | 0 | text | 13 | The heat without the blaze; Till to an opening glade he came, (If that small space deserve the name,) | 1 | 1,165 | 25 | 1,190 | B0C0R13 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_11 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 11 | 0 | 0 | text | 14 | And there his steps he stays. | 1 | 1,165 | 7 | 1,172 | B0C0R14 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_11 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 1 | A vigorous oak, its branches wide, Stretched thickly overhead; And all below the grass was green, Through which a runlet, heard—not seen, It modest journey sped. | 1 | 1,849 | 37 | 1,886 | B0C0R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 2 | There Lysias, thrown upon the ground, | 1 | 1,849 | 9 | 1,858 | B0C0R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 3 | Looks upwards to the skies, And idly marks the leafy screen, The bright blue struggling through the green, | 1 | 1,849 | 24 | 1,873 | B0C0R3 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 4 | With sleepy half-closed eyes. | 1 | 1,849 | 8 | 1,857 | B0C0R4 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 5 | The heat he'd borne—the present shade, | 1 | 1,849 | 9 | 1,858 | B0C0R5 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 6 | The murmur of the rill; Conspired to wrap his soul in sleep, Though that rare song, with meaning deep, Shall haunt him sleeping still. | 1 | 1,849 | 33 | 1,882 | B0C0R6 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 7 | The noon-day heat had passed away, Before the rising breeze; | 1 | 1,849 | 13 | 1,862 | B0C0R7 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 8 | When Lysias waking, where he lies, Through the long lashes of his eyes, A glorious vision sees. | 1 | 1,849 | 23 | 1,872 | B0C0R8 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 9 | Was it the spirit of the tree, That presence so divine? Which from the canopy above, Breath'd down with looks of heavenly love— | 1 | 1,849 | 29 | 1,878 | B0C0R9 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 10 | " Be virtuous and be mine." - | 1 | 1,849 | 9 | 1,858 | B0C0R10 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 11 | Lysias sprang up with outstretched arms, | 1 | 1,849 | 11 | 1,860 | B0C0R11 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 12 | Eagerly gazing round; The sun was slanting to the west, And earth awakening from her rest, | 1 | 1,849 | 25 | 1,874 | B0C0R12 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 13 | Was filled with pleasant sound. | 1 | 1,849 | 6 | 1,855 | B0C0R13 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 14 | The ringdoves coo'd, the small birds chirped, | 1 | 1,849 | 14 | 1,863 | B0C0R14 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 15 | The thrush his song trill'd out; Bees hummed; a glittering dragon fly, With a whirring sound, was darting by, | 1 | 1,849 | 33 | 1,882 | B0C0R15 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 16 | And blind daws buzzed about. | 1 | 1,849 | 8 | 1,857 | B0C0R16 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 17 | But the vision had melted into air, | 1 | 1,849 | 8 | 1,857 | B0C0R17 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 18 | The voice—was it stilled for ever? And the fiery longing in Lysias' breast, Shall it never be quenched, nor his soul know rest? | 1 | 1,849 | 35 | 1,884 | B0C0R18 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 0 | text | 19 | Reason sadly answers—never! | 1 | 1,849 | 6 | 1,855 | B0C0R19 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 1 | text | 21 | It modest journey sped.
There Lysias, thrown upwards Looks upwards to the sky And idly marks the leafy s The bright blue struggling With sleepy half-closed
The heat he'd borne—the j The murmur of the rill ; Conspired to wrap his soul Though that rare song, with Shall haunt him sleeping
The noon-day heat had passed B... | 2 | 1,718 | 196 | 1,914 | B0C1R21 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 12 | 0 | 1 | title | 20 | LYSIAS.
A vigorous oak, its brane Stretched thickly over And all below the grass Through which a runlet, | 1 | 549 | 30 | 579 | B0C1R20 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_12 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 13 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | From a dreaming boy to a thinking man, From a score to a score and ten ; Winters and summers have passed away Full ten, ere one autumn evening grey, We see our Lysias again.
On a sofa stretched, wearied with work, A closed book by his side ; For many a toilsome happy hour Had he spent in weaving a beautiful bower, To ... | 2 | 4,342 | 419 | 4,761 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_13 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 13 | 0 | 1 | text | 4 | " My thanks for that—opinions change, Or much are modified ; But printed thoughts are chains in ink, Binding the soul one way to think, Obscuring truth with pride. " | 1 | 1,449 | 40 | 1,489 | B0C1R4 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_13 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 13 | 0 | 1 | title | 1 | .
LYSIAS.
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EWJ-1864-06-01 | 14 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | "When as the jocund horn has blown, And hunters full of glee, Have passed you on some breezy morn, And viewed you o'er and o'er with scorn, - That, too, was caused by me." | 1 | 1,449 | 48 | 1,497 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 14 | 0 | 1 | text | 4 | "The scorn of Squires disturbs me not, Their pastimes are not mine; Yet might they—if a heavenly face, Had not been all I cared to trace, Spirit I that face was thine!" | 1 | 1,449 | 45 | 1,494 | B0C1R4 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 14 | 0 | 1 | text | 6 | " Amyntas—he the soul of mirth, Your college friend of yore ; And still your friend, had not your vision Awoke his scorn, when in derision He named you vapouring bore."
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" His heartless scoffs, a stronger tie Than bound us, well might end ; And Heaven be praised! for now I know How deadlier than a deadly foe, Is s... | 1 | 1,449 | 95 | 1,544 | B0C1R6 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 14 | 0 | 1 | text | 8 | "That graceful dame with shining eyes, And hair all glossy tressed; Whose lovers called her ' unsunned snow,' And yet to you—ah ! well you know, Her love well nigh confessed."
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"A graceful dame and prudent too, And most discreetly taught; My acres mortgage-free and broad She loved; but, oh ! my heart abhorred A lo... | 1 | 1,449 | 87 | 1,536 | B0C1R8 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 14 | 0 | 1 | text | 10 | "Nor shallow friend, nor worthless love Revels, nor spurious fame Lost you lament---these you despise ; But still wrath darkens in your eyes--In what consists my blame !" | 1 | 1,449 | 45 | 1,494 | B0C1R10 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 14 | 0 | 1 | title | 1 | LYSIAS. SPIRIT. | 1 | 1,449 | 9 | 1,458 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
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The following is the latest intelligence respecting the late mutiny in the Spirit of the Times, which has been suppressed in the newspapers.
The Spirit of the Times, Captain M'Donald, sailed from Liverpool on the 16th of August, for New Orleans, with a cargo of cotton goods, and a crew of 25 men. On the 27... | 1 | 1,449 | 2,000 | 3,449 | B0C1R7 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 14 | 0 | 1 | text | 9 | SPIRIT.
A LONDON SPIRITUALIST.
A LONDON SPIRITUALIST, who has been lecturing in the provinces, is reported to have been very successful. He has been lecturing in the provinces, and has been reported to have been very successful. He has been lecturing in the provinces, and has been reported to have been very successfu... | 1 | 1,449 | 662 | 2,111 | B0C1R9 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_14 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 1 | 0 | text | 2 | "Think for how long an empty vision, Held me in Fancy's chain; Chasing a shadow was my strife, | 1 | 4,075 | 27 | 4,102 | B1C0R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 1 | 0 | text | 3 | A nameless longing filled my life, 'Tis therefore I complain. | 1 | 4,075 | 16 | 4,091 | B1C0R3 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
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EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 2 | 0 | text | 5 | "That longing was an instinct given, Your heart to purify ; | 1 | 4,075 | 14 | 4,089 | B2C0R5 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
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Those chains were Virtue's leading strings, The downy guidance of an angel's wings, Viewless, yet ever nigh. | 1 | 4,075 | 28 | 4,103 | B2C0R6 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 2 | 0 | text | 7 | " Who long has gazed upon the skies, To him the earth looks cold ; Who cherishes some pure ideal, Must oft-times sicken at the real, Which mortal ways unfold. | 1 | 4,075 | 37 | 4,112 | B2C0R7 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 2 | 0 | text | 8 | " Are ten years wasted which have steered You safe through youth's wild stream ? The veil of falsehood lifted up, Dashed down low pleasure's poisoned cup, Ambition's foolish dream ? | 1 | 4,075 | 42 | 4,117 | B2C0R8 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 2 | 0 | text | 9 | "Lysias, clear up that cloudy brow, No cause have you to rue That day when stretched beneath a tree, You chanced your guardian sprite to see, Who having taught you what to be, Now bids you 'Go and do it!'" | 1 | 4,075 | 55 | 4,130 | B2C0R9 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 2 | 0 | text | 10 | XXXIX.—CAROLINE FRANCES CORNWALLIS.
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EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 2 | 0 | text | 11 | THE name which lends a title to this paper is one so little known, that probably the first thought of most who read it will be, “Who is Caroline Frances Cornwallis?” And those to whom her works, however ignorant they may have been of her name, have been long familiar, will very likely feel something almost amounting to... | 1 | 4,075 | 120 | 4,195 | B2C0R11 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 15 | 2 | 0 | text | 4 | SPIRIT.
A man was tried at the Middlesex Sessions, on Monday, for stealing a spirit-lamp, the property of Mr. John Bennett, of the Royal Hotel, Holborn. The prisoner was found guilty, and sentenced to seven years' transportation. | 1 | 4,075 | 59 | 4,134 | B2C0R4 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_15 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 16 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | those who sought information rather than amusement, and published at rather a high price as compared with their bulk, these little works were not bought by the million, but none who did obtain them grudged their cost, and perhaps few who read ever forgot them. They treated, briefly but comprehensively, of a large range... | 1 | 2,923 | 556 | 3,479 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_16 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 17 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | Descended from Sir Thomas Cornwallis, who was Treasurer of Calais, and Comptroller of the Royal Household in the days of Queen Mary, Caroline Frances Cornwallis was the last representative of the younger branch of that family. Her father, who was rector of Wittersham and Elham in Kent, married Mary, the daughter of Qua... | 1 | 2,923 | 747 | 3,670 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_17 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 17 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | VOL. XIII.
B | 1 | 4,203 | 6 | 4,209 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_17 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 18 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | Zolgog," including a map of the country, duly portioned out into specified districts, a grammar and vocabulary of the language, and even a Fauna and Flora, in which a scientific nomenclature was invented and arranged with the strictest precision in all its details. The few specimens given of these juvenile writings rea... | 1 | 4,075 | 270 | 4,345 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_18 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 18 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | It is not uncommon for a young ardent mind to feel utterly crushed by the first heavy affliction that befalls it in early years, and rejecting all minor consolations that may remain, to hug sorrows to its heart, and find a stern sort of enjoyment in dedicating itself to a life of endurance. Especially is this the case ... | 1 | 4,075 | 350 | 4,425 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_18 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 19 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | bodily health could never afterwards be thoroughly repaired; the evil was overcome of good in the benefits which eventually resulted from the experience and the habits of self-discipline and of study thus acquired, and from the mental treasures laid up during a period when books were her sole recreation.
A few years l... | 2 | 5,718 | 1,234 | 6,952 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_19 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 20 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | sent her, as a "very agreeable companion" in the intervals of a state of suffering so extreme, that for days together she was quite unable to look at any book, and she even accounts for her having begun her scriptural explorations at so difficult a part as Isaiah, by the touching reason that it was in the middle of the... | 2 | 5,718 | 1,235 | 6,953 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_20 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 21 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | French and Italian, tell him I will never shrink from acknowledgment that I am acquainted with them. Tell him, too, that there are many of his own sex liberal enough to view a woman's progress in such studies with jealousy, and from the ill-natured remarks of such I wish to be exempted. "A learned lady, as it is called... | 1 | 2,859 | 624 | 3,483 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_21 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 22 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | After nine months of unceasing pain, she attained some considerable improvement in health; and a letter, dated December, 1821, shows her exerting her renewed vigour of body and mind in a very practical way. It appears that much discontent having been excited in the neighbourhood where her family resided, by certain pro... | 2 | 5,718 | 1,407 | 7,125 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_22 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 23 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | hands at once. " I am almost in despair about our girl-cook, who is so very good-natured and so very lazy, that I can make no impression on her; but while I am about to do what she neglects, nobody finds out that this damse! is incapable."
Her need of constant occupation of some kind was probably enhanced by the circu... | 1 | 3,051 | 697 | 3,748 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_23 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 23 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | A pleasant prospect was now opening to her—nothing less than a journey to Italy, a temporary residence in which country it was hoped might have a beneficial effect upon her shattered | 1 | 4,075 | 36 | 4,111 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_23 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 24 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | health. Her constant friend Sismondi had put at her disposal a house of his at Pescia, about 20 miles from Pisa, and it was arranged that she should travel in company with Mr. Frere. This scheme turned her attention earnestly to a subject to which she had given a little thought long before, for feeling the opportunity ... | 1 | 4,203 | 363 | 4,566 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_24 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 24 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | Her letters from Italy give lively sketches of Italian life and manners, which are presented in no very pleasing light; lax morals and thoroughly frivolous pursuits seeming the rule among both ladies and gentlemen, and their conversation turning entirely on dress, or births, deaths, and marriages. The lower classes, qu... | 1 | 4,203 | 232 | 4,435 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_24 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 25 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | ferent ways," adding that "our poorine, who know nothing but how to knit stockings, are not very attractive companions."
The impression made upon her by the religion of the country was, as might be supposed, no very favourable one, for while admiring as a spectacle the magnificence of the ceremonies, especially as see... | 1 | 2,859 | 647 | 3,506 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_25 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 26 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | England! we may be bad, but not so bad; education and refinement may have their evils, but they are so much less than those produced by ignorance and grosseret, that I call that nation blessed which has none but the former to contend with. It is an error, I am sure it is, to think that in any class you can educate too ... | 1 | 3,435 | 716 | 4,151 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_26 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 26 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | By the summer of 1830 we find Miss Cornwallis again in England and at home, translating German poetry, reading Greek and Roman History, and Astronomy, filling up odd times with researches into the affinity between the Russian, Swedish, and German languages, and withal occasionally recreating herself by making a comic p... | 1 | 4,203 | 103 | 4,306 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_26 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 27 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | who were trying to reduce Christianity to a mere variation of paganism, and identify God with the Sun, and on the other hand, the Clapham sect, who were pretending to a revival of miraculous powers. Her remarks upon the latter subject are | 1 | 4,075 | 55 | 4,130 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_27 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 27 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | capable of a wider application in these spiritualistic days:
"I will not be so uncharitable as to suppose them deceivers; but what we wish, we seldom examine with much severity of judgment; and I have in the course of my life seen so many odd things which yet were probably very naturally to be accounted for, that I ca... | 1 | 3,115 | 805 | 3,920 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_27 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 28 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | Such being her views she might well say concerning herself;
"Most people are behind the age—perhaps I am a little before it; but I am well convinced that as education becomes more general, religion will be more and more divested of the cumbrous shackles which different churches have imposed on it, till all will gradua... | 1 | 2,923 | 674 | 3,597 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_28 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 29 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | same enjoyment as a rational one, exercising all the powers of the mind, making a call on the understanding as well as the feelings, and only manifesting more plainly its truth the more keenly it is scrutinized; while again, the more intellectual often reject entirely that which, ignoring the intellect, takes the form ... | 1 | 2,923 | 656 | 3,579 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_29 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 30 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | (Concluded.)
After two years of marriage I became a father. My firstborn was a son, my dear boy Henry. When he was nearly two years old, a little girl, named after her mother, Mary, was born unto us. We had no more children.
It was a strange, new feeling, that of being a father; a feeling, compound of delight and anx... | 1 | 2,987 | 556 | 3,543 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_30 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 30 | 0 | 1 | title | 1 | XL.—THE RECORD OF A VANISHED LIFE. | 1 | 4,075 | 14 | 4,089 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_30 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 31 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | to aspire to, no young man, I fear, can ever fail to go wrong. With it, he must be base indeed if he stoop to ignore amours. I would, Herbert, that my voice could reach beyond even you, my dear nephew, and could mould passionate youth to noble feelings and assured peace. But each man, alas! wins his own experience thro... | 2 | 5,718 | 1,335 | 7,053 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_31 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 32 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | I did not love him less, God knows, because he differed so widely from my first dreams of what I wished a son of mine to be.
He was born to act gallant deeds, not to sing of them, or to fill the air around them with thoughts and fancies. Like all men of action, he saw intensely what there was to do, but did not appreh... | 1 | 2,923 | 631 | 3,554 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_32 |
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THE RECORD OF A VANISHED LIFE. | 1 | 4,203 | 16 | 4,219 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_32 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 33 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | went on board the stately ship. The blue peter was flying, and a number of shore boats crowded round the high, black side. His chest was handed up, and amid the confusion I went to see it placed in his berth. I tried to see that all was comfortable for him. I spoke to the captain, and tried to make friends with the bus... | 2 | 5,718 | 1,340 | 7,058 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_33 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 34 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | gallant fellow he was, and how he tenderly! His clear blue eye, open with kindly honesty, laughing with obeyer mirth; his sun-burnt bonny young face; his clustering locks of dark chestnut hair; his gallant figure, so strong and active; his light, firm, bounding step—I see them all before me, see them with a father's pr... | 1 | 2,987 | 646 | 3,633 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_34 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 35 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | overladen as they were, with the greatest difficulty. At length the captain's boat lost sight of her consort for a moment. A huge, green, rushing surge mountain hid her from their sight. When it passed they saw that the first mate's boat was full of water, and was sinking fast. Then they saw a black, struggling heap wh... | 1 | 4,203 | 422 | 4,625 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_35 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 35 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | Mary was, in early childhood, one of the prettiest children I have ever seen; and her little, wilful infantine ways were, to me, most engaging and endearing. Her long, fair hair clustered in floating masses of waving curl, and her dear, bright eyes were of a violet blue. She was a fine child. I do not use the word “fin... | 1 | 4,203 | 242 | 4,445 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_35 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 36 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | out very anxiously for suitable schools. Henry left home with great grief: Mary, who had, strangely, little of her brother's tenderness, went with an undisguised alarity.
The years rolled on and Henry went to sea. Mary came home to stay with me until my dear boy's premium and outfit) should enable her to go to a bette... | 1 | 2,923 | 640 | 3,563 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_36 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 36 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | "-------"-------"------Mary and her brother did not agree well together in the last | 1 | 4,075 | 21 | 4,096 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_36 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 37 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | few years of my poor boy's short life. Their natures were wholly antipathetic. He longed to be proud and fond of his only sister. His warm heart yearned towards her; but he found, to his sorrow, that he could not really draw near to her. Much in her pained and shocked his noble manliness, and high instinctive sense of ... | 1 | 2,923 | 623 | 3,546 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_37 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 38 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | objected to your visiting me while Mary was at home? He knew that she was pretty, and he thought that I—the poor and world-forgotten—that I was scheming to get his richer son as a husband for my girl. I to scheme to such an end! Well—I forgive him. He reasoned after his kind; he argued from the laws of the world in whi... | 2 | 5,718 | 1,328 | 7,046 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_38 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 39 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | see! After the noise of the departure, a great hush and silence fall round the track of the receding ship. She speeds away, swiftly and noiselessly; wings her mystic flight to another world—the world of death—the realms of separation. My fancy comes back from regarding those pictures with an aching sense of utter lonel... | 1 | 2,859 | 603 | 3,462 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_39 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 40 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | which led to the fault in action. Towards such insight, persons like my poor girl, entertain a deep, ineradicable dislike. I account in this way for Mary's coldness towards myself. There was, perhaps, a certain constraint on my part, made apparent by the very efforts to conceal it. She knew that I knew her, and resente... | 2 | 5,718 | 1,363 | 7,081 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_40 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 41 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | with intensity of light, beyond all these—something which no heart may comprehend, no tongue declare. I am not very old in years; I have not reached the Psalmist's span; but I am old in heart, and very, very weary. I am ready to be gone. My life has missed success, and succumbed to failure. I have not attained to happi... | 1 | 2,859 | 687 | 3,546 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_41 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 42 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | travelling at the rate of 192,000 miles a second, three years to reach our earth. The light may arrive after this star is, or other such stars are, extinct in space; and so with my dear uncle, light from him can still reach us; he, though dead, yet speaketh. His previsions were correct. He did not live long after the c... | 1 | 2,923 | 596 | 3,519 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_42 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 43 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | expression. The tears that gather in your own eyes lend fancied light to the calm, closed eyes beneath them. His dead face was very fair to look upon. Something of the roundness of youth returned to the venerable furrows of age; something of the fulness of peace smoothed out the lines of care. The features seemed stren... | 1 | 3,115 | 656 | 3,771 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_43 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 43 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | When in his happy moods, with those only around him whom he knew intimately and loved entirely, how delightful it was to listen to his talk. His thought flowed like a full, deep river, and his imagination adorned the banks with beauty. | 1 | 3,949 | 51 | 4,000 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_43 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 44 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | His life affects me like a poem, sweet and grand; yet set in that “pathetic minor” which is the most melancholy of all keys in music. His characteristics were height and fineness, not robustness, or the qualities which lead to success in practical life. He had, perhaps, that sweetness which is something akin to weaknes... | 1 | 2,923 | 603 | 3,526 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_44 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 45 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | In analysing what he was, we must allow for the causes which made him so, and must try to think what he would have been had his nature been developed in its own true sphere. For he was born an artist; in the highest and widest sense, an artist. When I think of his being condemned to business, and to the environment of ... | 1 | 2,859 | 587 | 3,446 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_45 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 46 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | 262
THE RECORD OF A VANISHED LIFE.
old uncle! How much patient labour and endurance went to write those books, through many, many lonely nights, after weary days of drudgery, pain, insult. Business does not excite the intellect, but wearies the mind. What faith he must have had to work, heavy-hearted and alone, amid ... | 1 | 3,179 | 474 | 3,653 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_46 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 47 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | About half a century ago the good people of England considered themselves much intruded upon by the pretensions of a woman assuming to be a prophetess and claiming to fill a most extraordinary position in the development of God's providence. According to her own account she was no less a personage than the Heavenly Wom... | 1 | 3,051 | 557 | 3,608 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_47 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 47 | 0 | 1 | title | 1 | XLII.—THE CHURCH OF THE WOMAN. | 1 | 4,075 | 13 | 4,088 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_47 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 48 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | presentiments; her great aunt was a love-sick religiousist, versifying her woes and addressing them as hymns to God. Her uncle died, having a presentiment of his own death; her father was a great dreamer of dreams and beholder of visions all her progenitors were, in a temporal sense, waiters upon Providence; and Joanna... | 1 | 2,859 | 621 | 3,480 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_48 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 49 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | special jury was to be sworn, and Mr. Pomeroy was summoned to meet them in London. The trial, fixed for November, 1804, was to be held for seven days. As this was advertised in the principal papers of the country, it created much sensation. She had also so far organized her believers as to appoint twenty-four elders, i... | 1 | 2,859 | 613 | 3,472 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_49 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 49 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | VOL. XIII.
T. | 1 | 4,203 | 7 | 4,210 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_49 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 50 | 0 | 1 | text | 1 | The trial before-named, called for November, 1804, took place in December of that year. Mr. Pomeroy was not present, and after an imitation of the usual formalities, Joanna was acquitted by judge and jury. And now to the eye of sense her figure began to vary, while to the eye of faith, and in her own belief, she was pr... | 1 | 4,075 | 396 | 4,471 | B0C1R1 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_50 |
EWJ-1864-06-01 | 50 | 0 | 1 | text | 2 | The time for Joanna’s supposed delivery was now come, and besides women-friends who were present, five medical men attended at her bedside. George IV., who was then Regent, had for one of his pages a Mr. Troup, who was known to be a believer, and with whom he often good-humouredly jest ed on the matter, saying, “Well, ... | 1 | 4,075 | 230 | 4,305 | B0C1R2 | EWJ-1864-06-01_page_50 |
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