The Juvenile companion, and Sunday-school hive [afterw.] The Sunday school hive, and juvenile companion. Vol.4 [sic]; 3 [no.3]-43, Volums 27-28

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Pàgina 69 - And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much. And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.
Pàgina 98 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Pàgina 66 - Intreat 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 ought but death part thee and me.
Pàgina 44 - And let us not be weary in well doing : for 'in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
Pàgina 157 - Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Pàgina 59 - When thou buildest a new house, then thou shalt make a battlement for thy roof, that thou bring not blood upon thine house, if any man fall from thence.
Pàgina 60 - When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place...
Pàgina 101 - He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
Pàgina 99 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Pàgina 42 - And he led them out as far as to Bethany, and he lifted up his hands, and blessed them. And it came to pass, while he blessed them, he was parted from them, and carried up into heaven.

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