The Book of Bravery: Being True Stories in an Ascending Scale of Courage, Količina 3C. Scribner's Sons, 1920 - 429 strani |
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Stran 169 - It must be remembered that we make war only upon armed men, and that we cannot take vengeance for the wrongs our people have suffered without lowering ourselves in the eyes of all whose abhorrence has been excited by the atrocities of our enemy and offending against Him to whom vengeance belongeth, and without whose favor and support our efforts must all prove in vain.
Stran 94 - I lived in a City, where a Papist preached in one Church, a Lutheran in another, a Calvinist in a third; a Lutheran one part of the day, a Calvinist the other, in the same Pulpit: the Religion of that place was but motly and meagre, their affections Leopard-like.
Stran 349 - I will report no other wonder than this, that, though I lived with him and knew him from a child, yet I never knew him other than a man; with such staidness of mind, lovely and familiar gravity, as carried grace and reverence above greater years; his talk ever of knowledge, and his very play tending to enrich his mind...
Stran 168 - The Commanding General considers that no greater disgrace could befall the army, and through it, our whole people, than the perpetration of the barbarous outrages upon the...
Stran 308 - I have begun several times many things, and I have often succeeded at last. I shall sit down now ; but the time will come when you will hear me.
Stran 128 - I am a man like yourselves," replied Jogues ; " but I do not fear death or torture. I do not know why you would kill me. I come here to confirm the peace and show you the way to heaven, and you treat me like a dog." J — "You shall die to-morrow,
Stran 99 - We excused ourselves, that we could speak English only a little, but understood Dutch or French, which they did not. However, we spoke as well as we could. We inquired how many professors there Were, and they replied not one, that there was no money to support one.
Stran 351 - If the Queen pay not her soldiers she must lose her garrisons. There is no doubt thereof. But no man living shall be able to say the fault is in me. What relief I can do them, I will. I will spare no danger if occasion serves.
Stran 340 - The fact that Casey has been an inmate of Sing Sing prison in New York, is no offence against the laws of this state; nor is the fact of his having stuffed himself through the ballot-box, as elected to the board of supervisors from a district where it is said he was not even a candidate, any justification for Mr Bagley to shoot Casey, \ however richly the latter may deserve to have his neck stretched for such fraud on the people.
Stran 146 - ... a corpse, then, caught by a. sudden jet of fury, bounding forward, checking, sinking limply to the ground. Now under the black flag in a ring of bodies stood only three men, facing the three thousand of the Third Brigade. They folded their arms about the staff and gazed steadily forward. Two fell. The last Dervish stood up and filled his chest ; he shouted the name of his God and hurled his spear. Then he stood quite still, waiting. It took him full ; he quivered, gave at the knees, and toppled...