Connecticut Quarterly: An Illustrated Magazine, Devoted to the Literature, History, and Picturesque Features of Connecticut, Volume 1

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W. Farrand Felch, George C. Atwell, H. Phelps Arms
Connecticut Quarterly Company, 1895 - Connecticut
 

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Page 213 - SIR; Buoyed above the terror of death, by the consciousness of a life devoted to honorable pursuits, and stained with no action that can give me remorse, I trust that the request I make to your Excellency at this serious period, and which is to soften my last moments, will not be rejected. Sympathy towards a soldier will surely induce your Excellency and a military tribunal to adapt the mode of my death to the feelings of a man of honor.
Page 274 - ... it came even to pass as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the Lord ; and when they lifted up their voice with the trumpets and cymbals and instruments of music, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever; that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord...
Page 213 - Let me hope, sir, that if aught in my character impresses you with esteem towards me, if aught in my misfortunes marks me as the victim of policy and not of resentment, I shall experience the operation of these feelings in your breast, by being informed that I am not to die on a gibbet.
Page 250 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.
Page 275 - Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.
Page 248 - Over the river on the hill, Lieth a village white and still; All around it the forest trees Shiver and whisper in the breeze. Over it sailing shadows go, Of soaring hawk and screaming crow; And mountain grasses, low and sweet, Grow in the middle of every street.
Page 285 - Winter chase the Summer bland! The gold sun in her hair burns ever bright. If she be sad, straightway all joy is banned; Her anger darkens all the cheerful light. Come weal or woe, I am my lady's knight...
Page 305 - ... we could but see it. It may be answered that in this there is nothing new; that we always knew how much a man's past modified a man's future; that we all knew how much a man is apt to be like his ancestors; that the existence of national character is the greatest commonplace in the world; that when a philosopher cannot account for anything in any other manner, he boldly ascribes it to an occult quality in some race.
Page 202 - Oh — no! I wish I were a Robin. A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field or garden, And ask no leave or pardon, Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing!
Page 311 - For the right moment you must wait, as Fabius did most patiently when warring against Hannibal, though many censured his delays; but when the time comes you must strike hard, as Fabius did, or your waiting will be in vain, and fruitless.

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