A Medley of Joy and Grief; Being a Selection of Original Pieces in Prose and Verse, Chiefly on Religious Subjects (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: honour?devote the remnant of our days to his praise ?have an eye single to his glory?and when we make our exit from the great theatre of life, leave behind us a good testimony of our being the true servants of the living God. Amen and Amen. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN MR. MELMOTH AND HIS DAUGHTER. Louisa. Hark! methought I heard some one groan?I do, and the sounds proceed from my father's dormitory?alas! unfortunate man, his heart is breaking under the pressure of the times?the sunshine of prosperity smiles no longer over his head. Oh, my parent! thou art indeed brought into tribulation; great is thy trouble, Oh ! son of adversity, and child of vicissitude! but why do I not repair to his room, anil try to speak a word of condolence ? I may perhaps be able through divine assistance to sooth and mollify his sorrows?my father's sorrows are my sorrows, and his joys are my joys: I will go and see if I can be a comfort to him in his distress. Weep, Oh my soul, with those that weep, and rejoice with those that rejoice ! It is I that knocks, my dearest father; will you not admit your Louisa ? Melmoth. Yes, come in, my dear; but what brings you hither at this season of the night ? Louisa. Your deep sighs and loud groans constrained me to rise, and beg admittance to your room; I heard from my chamber how restless you were, and am come to endeavour to soften your grief. You look mournfully on me, my father?but I need notask, " why is your countenance sad ?"?The cause has already deeply penetrated the heart of your child. Oh, sir, my boson) bleeds for your misfortunes, and doubly so for the painful wound you have received in a more tender point: every feeling of my mind is alive to your troubles. Mdmnili. Yes, my dear child, I know you reciprocate my feelings; this nocturnal visit e...