The playfellow: containing The Crofton boys; Feats on the fiord; The settlers at home; The peasant and the prince

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G. Routledge and sons, limited, 1905 - 660 pages
 

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Page 340 - Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest !" He smiled and wept when he spoke these words.
Page 349 - Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; Nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
Page 107 - Now, do you think," asked his mother, — and Hugh saw, by the gray light that began to shine in, that she smiled, — " do you think that these people were without a heavenly Parent ?" "Oh, no ! But were they all patient? " "Yes, in their different ways and degrees. Would you say that they were hardly treated ? Or would you rather suppose that their Father gave them something more and better to do than they had planned for themselves ? " " He must know best, of course ; but it does seem hard that...
Page 108 - The pleasure of rousing their souls to bear pain, and of agreeing with God silently, when nobody knows what is in their hearts. There is a great pleasure in the exercise of the body, — in making the heart beat, and the limbs glow, in a run by the seaside, or a game in the playground; but this is nothing to the pleasure there is in exercising one's soul in bearing pain, — in finding one's heart glow with the hope that one is pleasing God.
Page 176 - It is difficult to say whether these fiords are the most beautiful in summer or in winter. In summer, they glitter with golden sunshine; and purple and green shadows from the mountain and forest lie on them; and these may be more lovely than the faint light of the winter noons of those latitudes, and the snowy pictures of frozen peaks which then show themselves on the surface; but before the day is half over, out come the stars, — the glorious stars, which shine like nothing that we have ever seen.
Page 175 - The long straggling promontories are mountainous, towering ridges of rock, spring up in precipices from the water; while the bays between them, instead of being rounded with shelving sandy shores, on which the sea tumbles its waves, as in bays of our coast, are, in fact, long narrow valleys filled with sea, instead of being laid out in fields and meadows. The high rocky banks shelter these deep bays (called fiords) from almost every wind ; so that their waters are usually as still as those of a lake.
Page 175 - For days and weeks together, they reflect each separate tree-top of the pine forests which clothe the mountain sides, the mirror being broken only by the leap of some sportive fish, or the oars of the boatman, as he goes to inspect the sea-fowl from islet to islet of the fiord, or carries out his nets or his rod to catch the sea-trout, or char, or cod, or herrings, which abound, in their seasons, on the coast of Norway.
Page 175 - EVERY one who has looked at the map of Norway must have been struck with the singular character of its coast. On the map it looks so jagged, such a strange mixture of land and sea, that it appears as if there must be a perpetual struggle between the...
Page 104 - Mr. Shaw perceived that Hugh was either in much less pain now, or that he forgot everything in a subject which always interested him extremely. He told his Uncle what he had read of the tortures inflicted by savages, till his uncle, already a good deal agitated, was quite sick : but he let him go on, hoping that the boy might think lightly in comparison of what he himself had to undergo. This could not last long, however. The wringing pain soon came back ; and as Hugh cried, he said he bore it so...
Page 107 - Harold read that account to us." " Bees and ants. When Huber had discovered more than had ever been known before about bees and ants, and when he was sure he could learn more still, and was more and more anxious to peep and pry into their tiny homes, and their curious ways, Huber became blind." Hugh sighed, and his mother went on : " Did you ever hear of Beethoven? He was one of the greatest musical composers that ever lived. His great, his sole delight was in music. It was the passion of his life....

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