Women of New York (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ... conclusion: jl coxfibemlu sermon. Ah, me woman contains within herself The seeds and sources of her own corruption; The cankering rust corrodes the brightest steel; The motli frets out our garments, and the worm Eats its slow way into the solid oak; But Idleness of all evil is surely worst, The same to-day, to-morrow, and forever--Saps and consumes the heart in which it works. /?3rSi' nce upon a time," as ancient ' story tellers" used to write, there was a certain clergyman, who spent his days in trying to promote the well-being of those who would listen to the gospel. As a Christian, he knew all that was needful, but the deceits.and trickeries of the great world were quite beyond his learning. He was conscientious and religious, and sympathized with his " flock," and encouraged them in doing right. 337 Now, in the same village where the clergyman lived and taught the gospel, there likewise dwelt a comely widow, who had an only child, and he often found himself thinking of her, with an irresistible inclination to gaze upon her fair face, when " they met by chance, in the usual way." Indeed, he succeeded in winning her over to become a member of his church. He imagined that would satisfy him, but he was mistaken; and so he went on thinking. The fair widow's only child fell sick, and the physician said to her: --"I cannot save its life. Alas, it must die " Then the clergyman repaired to the widow's house to sympathize and to pray. "'Tis mine, sweet one " the mother said, As her child lay at rest; She smiled as she gazed on its chernh form And fondly her babe caressed. "Not so 'tis mine " with chilling voice Howled the tyrant, Death, so grim; As he snatch'd the child from its mother's arms, Thinking naught could baffle him. "What, ho, ...