Arthur Bonnicastle: An American Novel

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C. Scribner's sons, 1909 - 401 pages
 

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Page 389 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Page 389 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Page 197 - I agreed, of course, and an hour later I was in the train, so flustered that I didn't know whether I was on my head or my heels.
Page 392 - ... the ministry of my children — how much more I have learned from them than they have ever learned from me — how by holding my own strong life in sweet subordination to their helplessness, they have taught me patience, self-sacrifice, self-control, truthfulness, faith, simplicity and purity. Ah ! this taking to one's arms a. little group of souls, fresh from the hand of God, and living with them in loving companionship through all their stainless years, is, or ought to be, like living in heaven,...
Page 389 - The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Page 85 - What is the character of his falsehood ? " " He tells," replied Henry, " stunning stories about himself. Great things are always happening to him, and he is alwayi performing the most wonderful deeds.
Page 89 - There, in the doorway, towering above us all, and looking questioningly down upon the little assembly, stood Mr. Bird. " What does this mean ? " inquired the master. I flew to his side and took his hand. The officer who had presided, being the largest boy, explained that they had been trying to break Arthur Bonnicastle of lying, and that they were about to order him to report to the master for confession and correction. Then Mr. Bird took a chair and patiently heard the whole story. Without a reproach,...
Page 391 - I stand in a darkened room before a little casket that holds the silent form of my first-born. My arm is around the wife and mother, who weeps over the lost treasure and cannot, till tears have had their way, be comforted. I had not thought that my child could die— that my child could die. I knew that other children had died, but I felt safe. We...
Page 85 - Arthur Bonnicastle," said the officer before mentioned, " you are brought before The High Society of Inquiry on a charge of telling so many lies that no dependence whatever can be placed upon your words. What have you to reply to this charge. Are you guilty or not guilty ? " "I am not guilty. Who says I am?
Page 104 - away round here. We 've got to run down the coast of Africa and around the Cape of Good Hope and up into the Indian Ocean. Shall we touch anywhere ? "

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