The Sabbath School Teacher: Designed to Aid in Elevating and Perfecting the Sabbath School System

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J.H. Butler, 1837 - Christian education - 418 pages

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Page 213 - Christ ; but we were gentle among you even as a nurse cherisheth her children, so being affectionately desirous of you, we were willing to have imparted unto you, not the gospel of God only, but also our own souls, because ye were dear unto us.
Page 219 - What is that, Mother? — The swan, my love! — He is floating down from his native grove, No loved one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down, by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Page 233 - Content thee, boy, in my bower to dwell ! Here are sweet sounds, which thou lovest well ; Flutes on the air in the stilly noon, Harps which the wandering breezes tune ; And the silvery wood-note of many a bird, Whose voice was ne'er in thy mountains heard.
Page 409 - ... promises, kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm, that my little story is most eventful.
Page 379 - And all that believed were together, and had all things common; and sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need. And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart, praising God, and having favour with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily such as should be saved.
Page 234 - Is my mother gone from her home away ?— But I know that my brothers are there at play. I know they are gathering the fox-glove's bell, Or the long fern-leaves by the sparkling well, Or they launch their boats where the bright streams flow,— Lady, kind lady ! oh!
Page 234 - Oh! my mother sings, at the twilight's fall, A song of the hills far more sweet than all ; She sings it under our own green tree To the babe half slumbering on her knee : I...
Page 233 - Oh ! green is the turf where my brothers play, Through the long bright hours of the summer day ; They find the red cup-moss where they climb, And they chase the bee o'er the scented thyme, And the...
Page 234 - Fair child ! thy brothers are wanderers now, They sport no more on the mountain's brow ; They have left the fern by the spring's green side, And the streams where the fairy barks were tried. Be thou at peace in thy brighter lot, For thy cabin home is a lonely spot.
Page 369 - Well, how do you expect to obtain an education ?" " I don't know, but I thought I would come and see you.

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