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The Complete Writings of Charles Reade (Volume 7)

The Complete Writings of Charles Reade (Volume 7)

Reade, Charles

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ISBN10: 1154413055
ISBN13: 9781154413052
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 250
Weight: 1.00
Height: 0.53 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1895. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... modesty is the highest virtue. No such thing! Justice is the queen of the virtues: He is justice incarnate. March 10lh.--On reperusing this diary, it is demoralising; very: it feeds self. Of all the detestable compositions: Me, Me, Me, from one end to another: for when it is not about myself, it is about Alfred, and that it is my he-Me though not my she-one. So now to turn over a new leaf: from this day I shall record only the things that happen in this house and what my betters say to me, not what I say; and the texts; and outline of the sermons; and Jane's Christian admonitions. Before a resolve so virtuous all impure spirits retire, taking off their hats, and bowing down to the very ground, but apprehending Small Beer. CHAPTER XXVIII Extracts from Jane Hardie's Diary. March 3rd.--In my district again, the first time since my illness, from which I am indeed but half recovered. Spoke faithfully to Mrs. B. about her infidel husband: told her not to try and talk to him, but to talk to God about him. Gave her my tract, 'A quiet heart.' Came home tired. Prayed to be used to sharpen the sickles of other reapers. March Uh.--At St. Philip's to hear the Bishop. In the midst of an excellent sermon on Gen. i. 2, he came out with the waters of baptism, to my horror: he disclaimed the extravagant views some of them take, then hankered after what he denied, and then partly unsaid that too. While the poor man was trimming his sails, I slunk behind a pillar in the corner of my pew, and fell on my knees, and prayed* against the stream of poison flowing on the congregation. Oh, I felt like Jeremiah in his dungeon. In the evening papa forbade me to go to church again: said the wind was too cold: I kissed him, and went up to my room -and put my head between the pillows not...

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