The Confessions of J. Lackington: Late Bookseller, at the Temple of the MusesJ. Wilson and D. Hitt, 1808 - 189 pages |
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... evenings also she would often hear a sermon at the Tabernacle , and de- vote the remainder of the night to reading " Tales of Love and Maids forsaken . " b I had no sooner married this young woman than Mr. CONFESSIONS ...
... evenings also she would often hear a sermon at the Tabernacle , and de- vote the remainder of the night to reading " Tales of Love and Maids forsaken . " b I had no sooner married this young woman than Mr. CONFESSIONS ...
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... young woman than Mr. Wesley's people began to prophesy that I should soon lose all my religion . This prophecy , I must confess , was too soon fulfilled . And al- though she was not the sole cause of it , yet as I often was prevailed ...
... young woman than Mr. Wesley's people began to prophesy that I should soon lose all my religion . This prophecy , I must confess , was too soon fulfilled . And al- though she was not the sole cause of it , yet as I often was prevailed ...
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... young , to die with joy , and in full and certain hope of a glorious resurrection . When this charming young woman died , I also was given over , my soul was , as it were , hover- ing on my lips , just ready to depart . In this aw- ful ...
... young , to die with joy , and in full and certain hope of a glorious resurrection . When this charming young woman died , I also was given over , my soul was , as it were , hover- ing on my lips , just ready to depart . In this aw- ful ...
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... YOUNG . The reason of my troubling you with my gloomy thoughts on your present situation and state of mind is this : I remember between twenty and thirty years since , you was made acquainted with my sceptical state of mind ; and ...
... YOUNG . The reason of my troubling you with my gloomy thoughts on your present situation and state of mind is this : I remember between twenty and thirty years since , you was made acquainted with my sceptical state of mind ; and ...
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... Young says truly , A Christian is the highest stile of man . " The most learned , the wisest , and best of men were Christians . In reading history and biogra- phy we learn , that many of the most intelligent men , after many years ...
... Young says truly , A Christian is the highest stile of man . " The most learned , the wisest , and best of men were Christians . In reading history and biogra- phy we learn , that many of the most intelligent men , after many years ...
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Page 138 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 113 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us — Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 141 - For, letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page 82 - Here is firm footing ; here is solid rock ! This can support us ; all is sea besides • Sinks under us ; bestorms, and then devours. His hand the good man fastens on the skies, And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl.
Page 101 - A rise in blessing ! with the patriarch's joy, Thy call I follow to the land unknown : I trust in Thee, and know in whom I trust ; Or life, or death, is equal ; neither weighs : All weight in this — O let me live to Thee ! Though nature's terrors, thus, may be repress'd ; Still frowns grim death ; guilt points the tyrant's spear.
Page 145 - ... and wherever he went, he diffused a portion of his own felicity. Easy and affable in his demeanour, he accommodated himself to every sort of company, and showed how happily the most finished courtesy may be blended with the most perfect piety. In his conversation, we might be at a loss whether to admire most, his fine classical taste, his extensive knowledge of men and things, or his overflowing goodness of heart.
Page 148 - ... heaven ; to him they looked as their father, their benefactor, their guide to glory and immortality ; for him they fell prostrate before God, with prayers and tears to spare his doom, and prolong his stay. Such a recompense as this is sufficient to repay the toils of the longest life.
Page 117 - And in a like way of reflection it may be added, that he who denies the Scripture to have been from God upon account of these difficulties, may, for the very same reason, deny the world to have been formed by him.
Page 75 - How were we struck! yet, soon after, still more. With what an eye of distraction, what a face of despair, he cried out: ' My principles have poisoned my friend! my extravagance has beggared my boy! my unkindness has murdered my wife ! And is there another hell ? Oh ! thou blasphemed, yet indulgent LORD GOD ! hell itself is a refuge, if it hide me from thy frown!
Page 142 - But when the precious coin is kept unclean, The Sovereign's image is no longer seen. If they be foul on whom the people trust, Well may the baser brass contract a rust.