Letters from the Dead to the Living; And, Moral Letters

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John Moir, 1812 - Imaginary letters - 206 pages

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Page 98 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which Is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Page 86 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 114 - My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.
Page 3 - tis you are, and we must shortly be. I've heard that souls departed have sometimes Forewarn'd men of their death : 'twas kindly done To knock and give the alarm.
Page 183 - Tho' conscious whilst with us below, How much yma desired to know — As if bound up by solemn Fate To keep the secret of yir state, To tell y joys or pains to none, That man might live by Faith alone. Well, let my sovereign if he please, Lock up his marvellous decrees ; Why shd I wish him to reveal W* he thinks proper to conceal ? It is enough y* I believe Heaven's brightr yn I can conceive; And he y* makes it all his care To serve God here shall see him there ! But oh!
Page 113 - MADAM, This is the last letter you will ever receive from me, the last assurance I shall give you on earth of a sincere and...
Page 183 - Tho' conscious, whilst with us below, How much themselves desired to know; As if bound up by solemn fate To keep the secret of their state, To tell their joys or pains to none, That man might live by Faith alone. Well, let my...
Page 135 - I received from her lately. THE ROSE. As through a garden late I rov'd, And musing walk'd along, While list'ning to the blackbird's note, Or linnet's cheerful song. Around were flowers of various hues, The pink and daisy pied, When in the centre of a grove, A blushing rose I spied. Eager to pluck the beauteous flower, I quickly hasten'd there j Securely in my bosom plac'd, And watch'd with tender care.
Page 159 - Thus a week elapsed, when at the dead hour of night I was awake on my lonely couch, the remains of my babe in my bosom : my attendant slept in a closet adjoining to my apartment; a taper dimly gleamed on a table, and its feeble light made every surrounding object appear more dreadful. I looked around, and thought my room had the appearance of a sepulchre. I wished for death, but the ghastly king came not at my bidding.
Page 182 - Christians, that a portion of each day be set aside to address the Omnipotent. When a person thus keeps up a communion with his God, he feels a cheerfulness and serenity of mind in the conviction that he has a faithful Friend and Mediator in our blessed Redeemer, who pities the frailty of man. That these admonitions, my dear Henry, may have the desired effect, is the sincere and ardent wish of Your affectionate Mother.

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