Memoir of Mary L. Ware: Wife of Henry Ware, JrCrosby, Nichols, 1853 - 434 страница |
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Страница 44 - Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me ; for I am meek and lowly of heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
Страница 81 - Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form. All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was no, ; in enjoyment it expired.
Страница 81 - And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Страница 44 - He that loveth houses or land, gold or silver, more than me, is not worthy of me — and he that forsaketh not all that he hath, cannot be my disciple.
Страница 16 - ... manner. For with the love which we could not but feel for her was mingled a respect and admiration for her high principles, and the piety which shone through all her conduct, in a degree very uncommon for a girl of her age. As a scholar she was exceedingly bright, and quick to comprehend, and would, I always thought, have made an excellent mathematical scholar, had she pursued the study of that branch.
Страница 432 - Her sufferings were great, but to the last she thought more of others than herself. Many hours of the last days she held in her hand a note which her husband had written to her at a time when absent from her he thought himself dying. It contained these words : " Dear, dear Mary, if I could...
Страница 150 - ... recovered, but with unfailing brightness. It was always remarked, that " her worst days were her gayest ones ;" and at length she recovered, and left the place where she had been for so many months truly a ministering angel. She returned to that home in America which had, during her toils, seemed to her " like the dreams one has of heaven, in the twilight hours, between sleeping and waking.
Страница 156 - Nothing can exceed the kindness of this family to me," she writes ; " indeed, I am made to feel that I am at home with them as if I had always belonged to them. After all I have had to suffer, it is almost like the rest of the Sabbath to the weary laborer ; and, if kindness and petting will cure one, I shall soon recover all I may have lost during my dreadful siege at Oamotherly.
Страница 144 - Don't fear for me. I do not think I am going to be sick, and it will be for some good purpose if I am. I could not regret what I have done ; I could almost say, as Mr. Thacher once said, ' I had better live a shorter life, and a useful one.