Evenings at Donaldson Manor; Or, The Christmas GuestD. Appleton, 1852 - 286 páginas |
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... Houstoun and her son Edward Houstoun- 11 " Oh , yes ! " I cried , interrupting him , " and the beautiful Lucy Watson too . " “ Then I am sure you must have their story somewhere in your bundle of romances . " " I believe I have , " I ...
... Houstoun and her son Edward Houstoun- 11 " Oh , yes ! " I cried , interrupting him , " and the beautiful Lucy Watson too . " “ Then I am sure you must have their story somewhere in your bundle of romances . " " I believe I have , " I ...
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... Houstoun , as she continued to be called after the independence of America had rendered such titles valueless in our land . Sir Edward Houstoun was an En- glish baronet , whose estates had once been a fit support to his an- cient title ...
... Houstoun , as she continued to be called after the independence of America had rendered such titles valueless in our land . Sir Edward Houstoun was an En- glish baronet , whose estates had once been a fit support to his an- cient title ...
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... Ed- ward died , leaving one son who had just entered his twentieth year . Young as Edward Houstoun was , he had a man's decision of character , and when the question of his assuming his father's title , and claiming the estates attached ...
... Ed- ward died , leaving one son who had just entered his twentieth year . Young as Edward Houstoun was , he had a man's decision of character , and when the question of his assuming his father's title , and claiming the estates attached ...
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... Houstoun , my son , who devoted life and for- tune to his king- " " Pardon me , noble Sir James , " interrupted Edward , bowing low and with mock gravity to the portrait , " I will place you and your stern - looking son there at your ...
... Houstoun , my son , who devoted life and for- tune to his king- " " Pardon me , noble Sir James , " interrupted Edward , bowing low and with mock gravity to the portrait , " I will place you and your stern - looking son there at your ...
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... Houstoun's still fine figure was elevated to its ut- most height as she ... Edward , certainly , if you desire it , but it has been so long since any of ... Edward had delighted occasionally to spend a few weeks with his wife and child ...
... Houstoun's still fine figure was elevated to its ut- most height as she ... Edward , certainly , if you desire it , but it has been so long since any of ... Edward had delighted occasionally to spend a few weeks with his wife and child ...
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Evenings at Donaldson Manor Or, The Christmas Guest Maria Jane McIntosh Pré-visualização limitada - 2006 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Annie Arlington arms asked Aunt Nancy beautiful bless bright brow called Captain Durbin Captain Percy Caroline Cavendish cheek child clasped dark daughter dear Devoe Donaldson Manor door dress Duffield Edward Houstoun Edward Maitland Emily emotion Ernest exclaimed eyes face father fear feeling Flower Angels flowers fortune gazed gentle glance graceful hand happy Havre de Grace heard heart Heaven hope Horace Danforth hour knew Lady Houstoun leave light Lilian lips live looked Lucy Maitland Major Scott Mary Sinclair Meeta Michael Grahame mind Miss morning mother never New-York night noble parlor passed Philip Oswald present replied scarcely scene seemed shadow silent Sinclair Sir Horace Sir Thomas Maitland smile soon Sophie speak spirit stood tell tender Thee thought tion tone Trevanion turned voice whispered wife woman words YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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Página 213 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 135 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful" and rife, More plentiful than hope.
Página 136 - Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at His expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price That was required to make us gay, And fit for Paradise. Thou art a day of mirth ; And where the week-days trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth : O let me take thee at the bound, Leaping with thee from seven to seven, Till that we both, being tossed from earth, Fly hand in hand to heaven ! AVARICE.
Página 137 - Breathing humble confidence; Melt our spirits, mould our will, — Soften, strengthen, comfort still. Blessed Trinity ! be near, Through the hours of darkness drear; When the help of man is far, Ye more clearly present are ; — Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Watch o'er our defenceless head ; Let your angels...
Página 101 - And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Página 136 - Father ! by Thy love and power, Comes again the evening hour : Light has vanished, labours cease, Weary creatures rest in peace. Thou, whose genial dews distil On the lowliest weed that grows, Father ! guard our couch from ill...
Página 175 - WE are all here ! Father, Mother, Sister, Brother, All who hold each other dear. Each chair is filled — we're all at home ; To-night let no cold stranger come ; It is not often thus around Our old familiar hearth we're found. Bless, then, the meeting and the spot; For once be every care forgot; Let gentle Peace assert her power, And kind Affection rule the hour; We're all — all here.
Página 134 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood ; The couch of time, care's balm and bay : The week were dark, but for thy light ; Thy torch doth show the way.
Página 134 - Th' indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood; The couch of time! care's balm and bay: The week were dark, but for thy light; Thy torch doth show the way. The other days and thou Make up one man; whose face thou art, Knocking at heaven with thy brow: The worky days are the back-part; The burden of the week lies there, Making the whole to stoop and bow, Till thy release appear.
Página 246 - Save and deliver us, we humbly beseech thee, from the hands of our enemies, abate their pride, assuage their malice, and confound their devices ; that we, being armed with thy defence, may be preserved evermore from all perils, to glorify thee, who art the only giver of all victory ; through the merits of thy only Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.