Canada's Patriot Statesman: The Life and Career of the Right Honourable Sir John A. Macdonald

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McDermid & Logan, 1891 - Canada - 613 pages

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Page 390 - Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Page 132 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Page 295 - Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 325 - Friendly and peaceful separation from British connexion, and a union upon equitable terms with the great North American confederacy of sovereign States.
Page 426 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 324 - When, in the sublime lessons of Christianity, he (the slaveholder) is taught to "do unto others as he would have others do unto him," HE NEVER DREAMS THAT THE DEGRADED NEGRO IS WITHIN THE PALE OF THAT HOLY CANON.
Page 439 - To state the matter shortly, the sovereign has, under a constitutional monarchy such as ours, three rights - the right to be consulted, the right to encourage, the right to warn. And a king of great sense and sagacity would want no others.
Page 122 - What's the reason? Why, when it prospers, none dare call it treason.
Page 325 - When the war-drum throbs no longer, And the battle-flags are furled In the parliament of man, The federation of the world.
Page 100 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.

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