Echoes from Old Cornwall

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Page 26 - A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come; but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world.
Page 30 - He read his native chime : Youth, manhood, old age past, His bell rung out at last. Still when the storm of Bottreau's waves Is wakening .in his weedy caves: Those bells, that sullen surges hide, Peal their deep notes beneath the tide : "Come to thy God in time ! " Thus saith the ocean chime : Storm, billow, whirlwind past, "Come to thy God at last !
Page 1 - The range of subjects which this Magazine is intended to embrace, will appear from the Title chosen ; and the rule on which it is conducted, is that of setting forth the distinctive principles of the Church boldly and uncompromisingly, with as little reference as possible to those who may be supposed to differ. Vols. I., II., III., IV., and V., including Parts I.
Page 61 - Still points the tower, and pleads the bell; The solemn arches breathe in stone; Window and wall have lips to tell The mighty faith of days unknown. Yea ! flood, and breeze, and battle-shock Shall beat upon this church in vain: She stands, a daughter of the rock, The changeless God's eternal fane.
Page 30 - What thrills the captain's whitening lip? The death-groans of his sinking ship. "Come to thy God in time!" Swung deep the funeral chime : Grace, mercy, kindness past, "Come to thy God at last!
Page 85 - Sing from the threshold to the porch! Until you hear the bell: And sing you loudly in the church, The Psalms I love so well. "Then bear me gently to my grave, And as you pass along, Remember 'twas my wish to have ' A pleasant funeral song. VI "So earth to earth, and dust to dust! And though my flesh decay, My soul shall sing among the just, Until the judgment day.
Page 47 - THE poor have hands, and feet, and eyes, Flesh, and a feeling mind ; They breathe the breath of mortal sighs, They are of human kind ! They weep such tears as others shed, And now and then they smile, For sweet to them is that poor bread They win with honest toil.
Page 8 - For School Rewards, &c., the Tales may be had in a packet, sorted, price 2s., or 4d. each. II. THE HOPE of the KATZEKOPFS. A Fairy Tale. Illustrated by Scott. Cloth, 2s. 6d.
Page 72 - Long years agone ! the old man said, 'Twas told him by his grandsire dead. One day two ancient sisters came, None there could tell their race or name. Their speech was not in Cornish phrase, Their garb had marks of loftier days ; Slight food they took from hands of men, They wither'd slowly in that glen.
Page 82 - Men traced their guided way ; There, by strange light and mystic sign, The God they came to worship lay. A human Babe in beauty smiled, Where lowing oxen round Him trod : A maiden clasped her awful Child, Pure offspring of the breath of God.

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