THE ROMANTIC STORY OF THE PURATIN FATHERS

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Sivu 78 - Religion stands on tip-toe in our land Ready to pass to the American strand.
Sivu 140 - And there stood the minister, with his hand over his heart; and Hester Prynne, with the embroidered letter glimmering on her bosom; and little Pearl, herself a symbol, and the connecting link between those two.
Sivu 22 - The Humble Request of His Majesty's Loyall Subjects, the Governor and the Company late gone for New England; to the rest of their Brethren in and of the Church of England...
Sivu 184 - CLIMB the hill : from end to end Of all the landscape underneath, I find no place that does not breathe Some gracious memory of my friend ; No gray old grange, or lonely fold, Or low morass and whispering reed, Or simple stile from mead to mead, Or sheepwalk up the windy wold ; Nor hoary knoll of ash and haw That hears the latest linnet trill, Nor quarry trench'd along the hill, And haunted by the wrangling daw ; Nor runlet tinkling from the rock ; Nor pastoral rivulet that swerves To left and right...
Sivu 32 - God will curse that man's labours, that lumbers up and down in the world all the week, and then upon Saturday in the afternoon goes to his study; when, as God knows, that time were little enough to pray in and weep in, and get his heart into a fit frame for the duties of the approaching Sabbath." So the character of his daily conversation was a trembling walk with God.
Sivu 45 - His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right; And I myself a Catholic will be, So far, at least, great saint, to pray to thee.
Sivu 184 - ... from the humming city comes to it In sound of funeral or of marriage bells; And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream, That, stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar, Waves all its lazy lilies, and creeps on, Barge-laden, to three arches of a bridge Crown'd with the minster-towers.
Sivu 70 - I envy Mr. Cotton of Boston most, for he doth nothing in way of conformity, and yet hath his liberty; and I do everything that way, and cannot enjoy mine.
Sivu 120 - It is ordered that henceforth no man shall be admitted to the freedom of this Commonwealth but such as are members of some of the Churches within the limits of this jurisdiction.
Sivu 160 - Reverend John Cotton is a man still held in some remembrance among our New-England friends. He had been Minister of Boston in Lincolnshire; carried the name across the Ocean with him; fixed it upon a new small Home he had found there, — which has become a large one since; the big busy Capital of Massachusetts, Boston^ so called.

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