Henry Hill Goodell: The Story of His Life, with Letters and a Few of His Addresses

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Printed at the Riverside Press, 1911 - 340 pages
 

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Page 205 - Behold, I will make thee a new sharp threshing instrument having teeth ; thou shalt thresh the mountains, and beat them small, and shalt make the hills as chaff.
Page 295 - The wisdom of a learned man cometh by opportunity of leisure: and he that hath little business shall become wise. How can he get wisdom that holdeth the plough, and that glorieth in the goad, that driveth oxen, and is occupied in their labours, and whose talk is of bullocks?
Page 150 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us, that succour want? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant?
Page 150 - And is there care in Heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 271 - ... that it is the duty, as well as the interest of the State, to...
Page 309 - An Act to apply a portion of the proceeds of the public lands to the more complete endowment and support of the colleges for the benefit of agriculture and the mechanic arts, established under the provisions of an Act of Congress approved July second, eighteen hundred and sixty-two...
Page 150 - O ! th' exceeding grace Of Highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe...
Page 81 - One of the greatest pains to human nature is the pain of a new idea: it is, as common people say, so "upsetting...
Page 268 - Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations. Ask thy father, and he will show thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee.
Page 150 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant; And all for love, and nothing for reward: O why should Heavenly God to men have such regard ? LONDON: APPROVED SCHOOL BOOKS.

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