Memoir, extracts of speeches, diary of journey to America &c., in memoriam R.L.F. [compiled by H. Freer].

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H Freer
W. Prosser, 1866 - 294 pages
 

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Page 151 - Thus then to man the voice of nature spake, ' Go, from the creatures thy instructions take : Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field ; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Page 120 - But thou shalt remember the LORD thy GOD : for it is He that giveth thee power to get wealth, that He may establish His covenant which He sware unto thy fathers, as it is this day.
Page 177 - To conclude therefore, let no man, upon a weak conceit of sobriety or an ill-applied moderation, think or maintain that a man can search too far or be too well studied in the book of God's word or in the book of God's works ; divinity or philosophy ; but rather let men endeavour an endless progress or proficience in both...
Page 172 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 204 - ... next came the queen, in the sixty-fifth year of her age, as we were told, very majestic ; her face oblong, fair, but wrinkled ; her eyes small, yet black and pleasant; her nose a little hooked; her lips narrow; and her teeth black (a defect the English seem subject to, from their too great use of sugar...
Page 115 - The rich and the poor meet together: The Lord is the maker of them all.
Page 231 - I bear them) so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr Elmer ; who teacheth me so gently, so pleasantly, with such fair allurements to learning, that I think all the time nothing whiles I am •with him. And when I am called from him, I fall on weeping, because whatsoever I do else but learning, is full of grief, trouble, fear, and whole misliking unto me.
Page 147 - Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear, (A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear...
Page 209 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king!
Page 204 - That day she was dressed in white silk, bordered with pearls of the size of beans, and over it a mantle of black silk, shot with silver threads. Her train was very long, the end of it borne by a marchioness; instead of a chain, she had an oblong collar of gold and jewels.

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