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'i Have Seen An End Of All Perfection' "i Have Seen An End Of All Perfection"

'i Have Seen An End Of All Perfection'
I have seen a man in the glory of his days, in the pride of his strength. He was built like the strong oak, that strikes its root deep in the earth; like the tall cedar, that lifts its head above the trees of the forest. He feared no danger, he felt no sickness; he wondered why any should groan or sigh at pain. His mind was vigorous like his body. He was perplexed at no intricacy, he was daunted at no obstacle. Into hidden things he searched, and what was crooked he made plain. He went forth boldly upon the... Essays - Post by : sandyo - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 2500

Huguenot Fort Huguenot Fort

Huguenot Fort
AT OXFORD, MASSACHUSETTS I stood upon a breezy height, and marked The rural landscape's charms: fields thick with corn, And new-mown grass that bathed the ruthless scythe With a forgiving fragrance, even in death Blessing its enemies; and broad-armed trees Fruitful, or dense with shade, and crystal streams That cheered their sedgy banks.... Essays - Post by : lonch - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 2351

Early Recollections Early Recollections

Early Recollections
The years of my childhood passed away in contentment and peace. My lot was in humble and simple industry; yet my heart was full of gladness, though I scarcely knew why. I loved to sit under the shadow of the rugged rocks, and to hear the murmured song of the falling brook. I made to myself a companionship among the things of nature, and was happy all the day. But when evening darkened the landscape, I sat down pensively; for I was alone, and had neither brother nor sister. I was ever wishing for a brother who should be older than... Essays - Post by : clayright - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 1315

The War-spirit The War-spirit

The War-spirit
War-spirit! War-spirit! how gorgeous thy path Pale earth shrinks with fear from thy chariot of wrath, The king at thy beckoning comes down from his throne, To the conflict of fate the armed nations rush on, With the trampling of steeds, and the trumpets' wild cry, While the folds of their banners gleam bright o'er the sky. Thy glories are sought, till the life-throb is o'er, Thy laurels pursued, though they blossom in gore, Mid the ruins... Poems - Post by : jaimersteward - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 1556

The Doves The Doves

The Doves
A Sea-king on the Danish shore, When the old time went by, Launch'd his rude ship for reckless deeds, Beneath a foreign sky. And oft on Albion's richer coast, Where Saxon Harold reign'd, With a fierce foe's marauding hate, Wild warfare he maintained. From hamlet-nook, and humble vale, Their wealth he reft away, And shamed not with his blood-red steel,... Poems - Post by : liontekk - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 3183

The Indian King The Indian King

The Indian King
Among the early settlers of these United States, were some pious people, called Hugenots, who fled from the persecutions in France, under Louis the Fourteenth. It has been said, that wherever the elements of their character mingled with the New World, the infusion was salutary. Industry, patience, sweet social affections, and piety, firm, but not austere, were the distinctive features of this interesting race. A considerable number of them, chose their abode in a part of the State of Massachusetts, about the year 1686, and commenced the labours inseparable from the formation of a new colony. In their vicinity, was a... Essays - Post by : The_Anik - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 2400

John And James Williams John And James Williams

John And James Williams
John and James Williams, were the sons of a New England farmer. In summer, they took an active part in his labours, and during the winter attended to their school-education. Both were fond of books, but their tastes and dispositions were different. One cold evening in winter, they were sitting beside a bright fire of wood. Their lamp cast a cheerful ray over the snow-covered landscape. Several books lay on the table, from which they had been studying their lessons for the following day. "John," said the youngest, who was about thirteen years old, "John, I mean to be a soldier.... Essays - Post by : gloprofit - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 765

Peaceful Dispositions Peaceful Dispositions

Peaceful Dispositions
The history of every nation tells of the shedding of blood. The most ancient annals record "wars and fightings," ever since man was placed upon the earth. Both savage and civilized nations have prized the trappings of the warrior, and coveted the glory of victory. Yet have there always been some reflecting minds, to lament that the beings whom God had so nobly endowed, should delight to destroy each other. They have felt that there was suffering enough in the world, without man's inflicting it on his brother; and that life was short enough, without being made still shorter by violence.... Essays - Post by : goldstar - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 3430

The Trembling Eyelid The Trembling Eyelid

The Trembling Eyelid
It was the day before Christmas, in the year 1778, during our war of revolution, that an armed vessel sailed out of Boston. She was strongly built, and carried twenty guns, and a crew of one hundred and five persons; with provisions for a cruise of six months. She made a fine appearance, as she spread her broad sails, and steered out of the harbour. Many hearts wished her success. And she bore as goodly a company of bold and skilful seamen, as ever braved the perils of the deep. Soon the north wind blew, and brought a heavy sea into... Essays - Post by : sandeep_c_27 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 1973

Treatment Of Animals Treatment Of Animals

Treatment Of Animals
A grateful disposition, should teach us to be kind to the domestic animals. They add much to our comfort. How should we bear the winter's cold, were it not for the coat of wool, which the sheep shares with us? How would journeys be performed, or the mail be carried, or the affairs of government be conducted, without the aid of the horse? Did you ever think how much the comfort of families depends upon the cow? Make a list of articles for the table, or for the sick, to which milk is indispensable. Perhaps you will be surprised to find... Essays - Post by : atlanti2 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 843

The Babe, And The Forget-me-not The Babe, And The Forget-me-not

The Babe, And The Forget-me-not
A babe, who like the opening bud Grew fairer day by day, Made friendship with the loving flowers Amid his infant play; And though full many a gorgeous plant Display'd its colours bright, Yet with the meek Forget-me-not He took his chief delight. From mantel-vase, or rich bouquet, He cull'd his favourite gem, Well pleas'd its lowly lips to kiss,... Poems - Post by : ekcorp - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 1252

The Cherub's Welcome The Cherub's Welcome

The Cherub's Welcome
Among the bright-robed host of heaven, two cherubs were filled with new rapture. Gladness that mortal eye hath never seen beamed from their brows, as with tuneful voices they exclaimed, "Joy! joy! He cometh! Welcome, welcome, dear brother!" And they clasped in their arms a new immortal. Then to their golden harps they chanted, "Thou shalt weep no more, our brother, neither shall sickness smite thee. For here is no death, neither sorrow, nor sighing." At the Saviour's feet they knelt together with their warbled strain, "Praise be unto Thee, who didst say, 'Suffer little children to come unto Me.' "Thou... Essays - Post by : nifelnox - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 2977

The Last Rose-bud The Last Rose-bud

The Last Rose-bud
The child was radiant with delight, As from the garden's shade, With golden ringlets clustering bright, She burst upon the mother's sight, And in her hand, like fairy sprite, A blooming rose-bud laid. 'Twas the last wreath by summer wove That thus the darling brought, For Autumn's breath had chill'd the grove; Oh mother! was that gift of love With aught of sadness... Poems - Post by : eddiem - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 3137

The Precocious Infant The Precocious Infant

The Precocious Infant
The infant of whom the following traits will be remembered by many, was the son of the Rev. Dr. H. N. Brinsmade, and born in Hartford, Connecticut, February 28th, 1827. At an age when babes are considered little more than attractive objects to the loving eye, or toys to amuse a leisure hour, he was acquiring new ideas, and a subject of discipline; for his parents became convinced, through his example, that the mind in its earliest developments is susceptible of culture. From the age of four months, he was observed to regard surrounding objects with a fixed attention. During those... Essays - Post by : berry456 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 818

The Dying Sunday School Boy The Dying Sunday School Boy

The Dying Sunday School Boy
His hands were clasp'd, his eyelids clos'd, As on his couch he lay, While slumber seem'd to wrap the form That pain had worn away: But still the watching mother marked His pallid lips to part, As if some all-absorbing thought Lay on his dreaming heart; For yet he slept not. Silent prayer Commun'd with God alone, And then his glazing... Poems - Post by : kokopoko - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 996

A Remarkable Child A Remarkable Child

A Remarkable Child
The child of whose virtues and attainments the following pages give but an imperfect sketch, was the son of the late Dr. J. Smyth Rogers, and born in the city of New York, on the 28th of January, 1825. The beauty of his infancy struck every observer, and this continued to increase as added intelligence lighted up his noble features. As his brilliant mind expanded, amiable and generous dispositions were revealed, clothed with peculiarly winning manners. It would seem also that these graces and virtues, like wreaths of bright buds, and clusters of rich fruit, sprang from the best of all... Essays - Post by : Easyhome - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 2643

The Only Son The Only Son

The Only Son
How deep and full of anxiety is the love that centres upon an only child, none but parents who have watched over such an one can realise. "We trusted our all to one frail bark," says a touching epitaph, "and the wreck was total." Those who have neither brother nor sister, and feel the whole tenderness of parental affection centring in themselves, should strive to render in proportion to what they receive. The care and solicitude that might have been divided among other claimants is reserved for them alone. No common measure of obedience and gratitude, and love, seems to be... Essays - Post by : dimpleart - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 2008

The Orphan The Orphan

The Orphan
I love 'mid those green mounds to stray Where purple violets creep, For there the village children say That both my parents sleep. Bright garlands there I often make Of thyme and daisies fair, And when my throbbing temples ache, I go and rest me there. If angry voices harshly chide, Or threatening words are said, I love to lay me... Poems - Post by : apax999 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 3181

The Adopted Niece The Adopted Niece

The Adopted Niece
Those who have extended to lonely orphan hearts the protection of home, and a fostering kindness, are often repaid by the most tender and grateful affections. A peculiarly striking instance of this kind occurred in the case of an adopted niece of the Rev. John Newton, of London, England. Suddenly bereaved of her parents and an only brother, she found the arms of sympathizing relatives open to receive her, as a trust and a treasure. She had just entered her twelfth year when she came to them, and was possessed of an agreeable person, a lively disposition, with a quick and... Essays - Post by : help4me - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 3307

The Waiting Child The Waiting Child

The Waiting Child
She lay, in childhood's sunny hour, The loving and the fair, A smitten bud, a drooping flower, For death was with her there. One only unfulfilled desire Oppress'd her heart with care: "Make smooth the ocean waves, dear Lord, And home my mother bear." Up rose that prayer, both night and day, Heaven heard the tender claim, The favour'd ship its... Poems - Post by : ReMark - Date : November 2011 - Author : Lydia H. Sigourney - Read : 2140