Margaret Ethel MacdonaldAn extensive memoir of the British feminist and social reformer Margaret Ethel MacDonald, née Gladstone (1870-1911) written by her husband, the future three-term Prime Minister, following her untimely death. |
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Page 209 - Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words: And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be, Self-reverent each and reverencing each, Distinct in individualities, But like each other ev'n as those who love.
Page 232 - DAUGHTERS being, neither husband nor child, was ever admitted : . . . "she had within her being a Holy of Holies where she sat alone, and where the presence of her dearest wa< forbidden. In the long dark nights of the Lossiemouth late autumn and winter, with the moan of the sea passing over the land like the cry of toiling creation, the call of the night bird flying overhead, and the mass of stars shining above her, she would retire within herself and go out silently to the shore or the moors in...
Page 264 - For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward ; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished ; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.
Page 133 - Bruce Glasier. no date These statistics of mortality among children have become unbearable to me. I used to be able to read them in a dull scientific way . . . It is not true that other children can make it up to you, that times heals the pain. It doesn't; it grows worse and...
Page 135 - It is a spirit and a tendency. It suffuses all things in this age. Its morality is the command of the heart uttered in persuasive firmness that the injustice done to one is the reproach heaped upon all; its economics is the imperative to which commercialism itself must respond ; its politics is the path mapped out by destiny for a state which uses communal consciousness as a protector of individual life and liberty.
Page 261 - September died, when the sun was robing itself in its setting glory and filling the room with the mournful light of early evening." Something of what the severing of this close companionship meant can be read between the lines of the Memoir which, at her own dying behest, the bereaved husband sat down to write. Those who have known its author only since the descent of this shattering blow have to accept...
Page 237 - Away to the north, across the Firth, rose the pale blue hills of Sutherland and Ross: to the south lay the fertile farms of Morayshire sloping up through green wood and purple moorland into the blue tops of the Grampians, with the ruined Palace of Spynie in the mid-distance; to the east swept the sea, bordered by a wide stretch of yellow sand bending away into the horizon, with hills in the background, the whole stretching out in peaceful beauty which has won for it the name of the "Bay of Naples".
Page 46 - Sardis, which have not defiled their garments, and they shall walk with me in white : for they are worthy.
Page 236 - ORD, thou hast been our dwelling-place In generations all. Before thou ever hadst brought forth The mountains great or small ; 2 Ere ever thou hadst formed the earth, And all the world abroad ; Evfin thou from everlasting art To everlasting God.
Page 237 - Bois, nearby, and often took tramps into this countryside rich in memories. MacDonald described the historical landscape thus: "It was a land of majestic solemnity and magnificent romance, haunted by the shades of those who stood for the best in the life of England — Cromwell. Milton. Hampden, Penn, Burke.