Uncle Tom's cabin. With a preface by the earl of Carlisle1867 - 382 oldal |
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132. oldal - Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
149. oldal - When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour: I gave Egypt for thy ransom, Ethiopia and Seba for thee.
59. oldal - Gospel, breathed in living faces, preached by a thousand unconscious acts of love and good will, which, like the cup of cold water given in the name of a disciple, shall never lose their reward. "Father, what it thee should get found out again?" said Simeon second, as he buttered his cake. "I should pay my fine,
161. oldal - I am the root and offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.
103. oldal - Have you ever heard anything about God, Topsy?" The child looked bewildered, but grinned as usual. "Do you know who made you?" " Nobody, as I knows on," said the child, with a short laugh. The idea appeared to amuse her considerably; for her eyes twinkled, and she added: " I spect I grow'd. Don't think nobody never made me.
121. oldal - I will try; I never did care nothin' about it before." St. Clare, at this instant, dropped the curtain. "It puts me in mind of mother," he said to Miss Ophelia. "It is true what she told me; if we want to give sight to the blind, we must be willing to do as Christ did, - call them to us, and put our hands on them.
46. oldal - MY country again ! Mr. Wilson, you have a country ; but what country have /, or any one like me, born of slave mothers ? What laws are there for us ? We don't make them, — we don't consent to them, — we have nothing to do with them ; all they do for us is to crush us, and keep us down. Haven't I heard your Fourth-of-July speeches? Don't you tell us all, once a year, that governments derive their just power from the consent of the governed?
81. oldal - Therefore his people return hither: and waters of a full cup are wrung out to them. And they say. How doth God know? and is there knowledge in the most High?
125. oldal - Why, Uncle Tom, what makes you think so ?" " Miss Eva she talks to me. The Lord, He sends his messenger in the soul. I must be thar, Miss Feely ; for when that ar blessed child goes into the kingdom, they'll open the door so wide, we'll all get a look in at the glory, Miss Feely.
120. oldal - I shall have to give her up," said Miss Ophelia ; " I can't have that trouble any longer." " Well, I'd just like to ask one question," said St. Clare. "What is it?" " Why, if your Gospel is not strong enough to save one heathen child, that you can have at home here, all to yourself, what's the use of sending one or two poor missionaries off with it among thousands of just such? I suppose this child is about a fair sample of what thousands of your heathen are.