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Page 168 - The LORD, The LORD God, merciful and gracious, long-suffering, and abundant in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, and that will by no means clear the guilty ; visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, and upon the children's children, unto the third and to the fourth generation.
Page 362 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 167 - It often appears in a family, as if all the qualities of the progenitors were potted in several jars — some ruling quality in each son or daughter of the house...
Page 176 - ... in the coal. The falling drop makes its sculpture in the sand or the stone. Not a foot steps into the snow or along the ground, but prints, in characters more or less lasting, a map of its march. Every act of the man inscribes itself in the memories of his fellows and in his own manners and face. The air is full of sounds ; the sky, of tokens ; the ground is all memoranda and signatures, and every object covered over with hints which speak to the intelligent.
Page 3 - What care I for robe or stole? It is the soul, it is the soul ; What for crown, or what for crest? It is the heart within the breast ; It is the faith, it is the hope ; It is the struggle up the slope, It is the brain and eye to see One God, and one humanity.
Page 170 - A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.