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Seite 254 - The disciple is not above his master, nor the servant above his lord. It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord.
Seite 239 - VJ7HAT shall we do now, Mary being dead, Or say or write that shall express the half? What can we do but pillow that fair head, And let the Spring-time write her epitaph! — As it will soon, in snowdrop, violet, Wind-flower and columbine and maiden's tear; Each letter of that pretty alphabet, That spells in flowers the pageant of the year. She was a maiden for a man to love; She was a woman for a husband's life; One that has learned to value, far above The name of love, the sacred name of wife....
Seite 271 - I could not leave my nursery to follow the march of our armies, neither had I the practical deftness which the preparing and packing of sanitary stores demanded. " Something seemed to say to me, " You would be glad to serve, but you cannot help any one ; you have Clothing to give, and there is nothing for you to do.
Seite 199 - For his were generous learning And reconciling art ; Oh, not with fleeting presence My friend and I could part Oh, not where he is lying With dear ancestral dust, Not where his household traces Grow sad and dim with rust: But in the ancient city And from the quaint old door, I 'm watching, at my window, His coming evermore.
Seite 23 - I was present, with other ladies, at a public dinner given in honor of Charles Dickens by prominent citizens of New York. The ladies were not bidden to the feast, but were allowed to occupy a small ante-room which, through an open door, commanded a view of the tables. When the speaking was about to begin, a message came suggesting that we should take possession of some vacant seats at the great table.
Seite 273 - I like this better than most things that I have written." The poem, which was soon after published in the Atlantic Monthly, [February, 1862] was somewhat praised on its appearance, but the vicissitudes of the war so engrossed public attention that small heed was taken of literary matters. I knew and was content to know that the poem soon found its way to the camps, as I heard from time to time of its being sung in chorus by the soldiers.
Seite 257 - I owed to my country and myself never to give my suffrage to a candidate for a seat in the Congress of the United States, unless I was convinced that his political sentiments were congenial with those he represented, and that he would speak and do the will of his constituents; and being now informed that you are a candidate for the honor of representing the citizens of the State of Tennessee, in the representative branch...
Seite 254 - ... simply to combine . them in large numbers, and in a position so strong that the question of their freedom would be decided then and there, possibly without even a battle. I confess that the whole scheme appeared to me wild and chimerical Of its details I knew nothing, and have never learned more. None of us could exactly approve an act so revolutionary in its character, yet the great-hearted attempt enlisted our sympathies very strongly. The weeks of John Brown's imprisonment were very sad ones,...