...; And 'tis thy strong Almighty hand, Sustains my tender frame." Can you appropriate that thought ? From the crown of your head to the sole of your foot, God is examining you now ; his scalpel is in your heart, his lancet in your breast ; he is searching...

...God ; and where the solemnity of silence has never been broken by the song of cherub, there is God. From the crown of your head to the sole of your foot, God is examining you now ; his scalpel is in your heart, his lancet in your breast ; he is searching...

...The benefit of mankind ¡What, would yon anatomize ше 1 Sir P. Ay, ay, Madam, he would dissect you. Trade. Or, pore over you through a microscope, to see how your blood circulates from the crow« of your head to the sole of your foot — ha, ha ! but I have a husband for you, a man that...

...learned to do them will fit you for many other things not now foreseen. De-fine-gentlfimanise yourself from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot, and become the greater aristocrat for so doing ; for he is more than an aristocrat, he is a king, who...

...; And 'tis thy strong Almighty hand, Sustains my tender frame." Can you appropriate that thought ? From the crown of your head to the sole of your foot, God is examining you now ; his scalpel is in your heart, his lancet in your breast ; he is searching...

...mathematics, ha ! ha ! ha ! An odd whimsy, Zenco ; but then everything about you is odd, everything, from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot." "You are kind and civil," I said. " To be sure I am, and your true friend to boot," he replied, emptying...

...the sight of God. The very prayer of the wicked is sin. You are full of nothing but putrifying sores from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot. There is no mire so unclean, no vomit so loathsome, no pestilence so noisome, no carrion so offensive,...

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...vile, polluted, ill and hell-deserving wretch? And have not you felt and proved in your own soul that from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot you were one mass of sin ? And has not your soul cried out unto God, "Unclean, unclean?" And has not...

...exclaimed Mr. Whiffles with enthusiasm, " I am grateful to you for your kindness to Mrs. W. You are a lady from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot, Miss Furness, and I never, in the whole course of my existence, had the 'appiness to see you looking...