The Highland Monthly, Томови 4-5John Menzies & Company, 1893 |
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... father and teacher from his son to me . The animus of the Rev. Dr was quite apparent on the occasion of the Presbyterial examination , which students have to undergo previous to entering the theological hall , and , as I gave , when ...
... father and teacher from his son to me . The animus of the Rev. Dr was quite apparent on the occasion of the Presbyterial examination , which students have to undergo previous to entering the theological hall , and , as I gave , when ...
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... father's dying charge weighs upon me . He left my mother , my sister , and my brother to my care . I was six , Kate was three , and George was not born , when , with his dying breath , he enjoined me solemnly to be the prop of the house ...
... father's dying charge weighs upon me . He left my mother , my sister , and my brother to my care . I was six , Kate was three , and George was not born , when , with his dying breath , he enjoined me solemnly to be the prop of the house ...
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... father was a poor missionary when he married , and could not take the higher class of payments- that they have ... father's words like a voice from heaven . You have a purgatory of disappoint- ments and crosses before you - you have ...
... father was a poor missionary when he married , and could not take the higher class of payments- that they have ... father's words like a voice from heaven . You have a purgatory of disappoint- ments and crosses before you - you have ...
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... Father of all , for giving them that day their daily bread . It was Willie's laudable custom to give mental thanks every day , but now he spoke out audibly and from a fulness of heart . The words were few and simple , but oh , how ...
... Father of all , for giving them that day their daily bread . It was Willie's laudable custom to give mental thanks every day , but now he spoke out audibly and from a fulness of heart . The words were few and simple , but oh , how ...
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... father . For some time the two were so engrossed with each other , that they were oblivious of all around them . Willie's attention was drawn to me at last by a noise , which I made with my cane to notify my presence . A vivid blush ...
... father . For some time the two were so engrossed with each other , that they were oblivious of all around them . Willie's attention was drawn to me at last by a noise , which I made with my cane to notify my presence . A vivid blush ...
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