Chris and Otho; the Pansies and Orange-blossoms They Found in Roaring River and Rosenbloom: A Sequel to "Widow Goldsmith's Daughter."Carleton, 1885 - 528 pages |
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Page 384 - To you it is commanded, O people, nations, and languages, that at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of music, ye fall down and worship the golden image that Nebuchadnezzar the king hath set up : and whoso falleth not down and worshippeth shall the same hour be cast into the midst of a burning fiery furnace.
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