Annie Nelles, Or, The Life of a Book Agent: An AutobiographyMiami Printing and Publishing Company, 1869 - 472 pages |
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Accordingly agent Annie arrived asked Atlanta aunt Silvie better book-agent brother called canvass Captain Lake Charles Lake child Chillicothe Cincinnati comfort copies course dear reader decided dollars dreadful Elmwood entire Eugene eyes father fear feeling felt finally fortune friends gentleman Giles give gone hand happy heart hope husband Indianapolis journey kind kindly knew La Porte county labor lady Lawn Ridge learned leave Lebanon Lewistown living look madam marriage Martha Hart Mary Lake Mason Michigan City mind Mishawaka morning mother ness never night once passed Peoria Peoria county pleasant poor present Princeville replied rest seemed sell sister sold soon sorrow Southport spirit stay subscribers success sure tell thank thing Thorntown thought tion told took true week wife
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Page 24 - HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound! My ears attend the cry; " Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Page 252 - Honor and fame from no condition rise ; Act well your part — there all the honor lies.
Page 33 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Page 426 - They were as glad to see me as I was to see them, and I was very soon let into the matter of the joke that had convulsed them.
Page 470 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That...
Page 472 - Gone ! — have ye all then gone, — The good, the beautiful, the kind, the dear? Passed to your glorious rest so swiftly on, And left me weeping here ? I gaze on your bright track ; I hear your lessening voices as...
Page 472 - They anchor far above the skaith of ill ; While the stern billow, and the reckless blast, Are mine to cope with still. Oh ! from that land of love, Look ye not sometimes on this world of wo ? Think ye not, dear ones, in bright bowers above Of those you left below ? Surely ye note us here, Though not as we appear to mortal view.
Page 472 - May we not sweetly hope, That you around our path and bed may dwell ? And shall not all our blessings brighter drop From hands we loved so well ? Shall we not feel you near In hours of danger, solitude, and pain, Cheering the darkness, drying off the tear, And turning loss to gain...
Page 93 - ... in her own hands, and if she fails to apply it, she...
Page 32 - Sadly we laid his mortal remains in the silent tomb, there to rest until the omnipotent voice of Him who has said, "I am the Resurrection and the Life," shall summon him from the dust of the earth to everlasting happiness at the right hand of God.