The Chapel of St. John; Or, a Life of Faith in the Nineteenth Century. Or, a Life of Faith in the Nineteenth Century (Paperback)

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. 1861. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... The college without the family, is a barbarous and brutal expedient, to which I deem immeasurably preferable the family without the college ." These are the words of one who is himself a Professor of the University, and they occur in a work which has been crowned with academic honours, as useful to the state. But it is time to close this visit. Let us repeat, as we depart, the lines of the poet, so doubly applicable to the person we have had in view, "She was belov'd, she loved; she is, and doth; But still, s-weet love is food for fortune's tooth." chapter ix., ov go with me, and with this holy man, into the chantry by. We are to hear to-day of some singular traits, that may be thought taken from a black-letter chronicle, of justice, humility, and charity, all leading to a great affection for the poor, and even to a familiarity with their fortunes; and here, again, I am to speak what I do know. "Enemies," if there were ever any such, which I disbelieve, "shall say all this, Then in a friend it will be cold modesty." It appears, therefore, if one may more plainly say it without offence, that our proposed theme will possess the interest which belongs to a description of things, that are placed somewhat beyond the limits of ordinary observation. At least, the poet might be thought disposed to take this view of it; for he considers the pure spirit of joistice to be a thing rather rare just at present, saying, "If the heart Could be inspected to its inmost folds, Paul Janet, La Faoiille. By sight undazzled with the glare of praise, Who shall be named--Whom ti: e best might of conscience, truth, and hope, For one day's little compass, has preserved From painful and discreditable shocks Of contradiction, from some vague desire Culpably cherished, or corrupt relapse? ...