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Wayland (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 65
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, July 9, 1856. I did not intend to leave your New York letter so long unanswered, but the fact is, recent events have made me heart-sick. My anxiety about Charles Sumner and about the sufferers in Kansas has thrown a pall over everything. The fire of indignation is the only thing that has lighted up my gloom. At times my peace principles have shivered in the wind; and nothing could satisfy my mood but Jeanne d'arc's floating banner and consecrated sword. And when this state of mind was rebuked by the remembrance of him who taught us to overcome evil only with good, I could do nothing better than groan out, in a tone of despairing reproach, How long, O Lord! How long? Certainly there are gleams of light amid the darkness. There has been more spirit roused in the North than I thought was in her. I begin to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, st
Kansas (Kansas, United States) (search for this): chapter 65
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, July 9, 1856. I did not intend to leave your New York letter so long unanswered, but the fact is, recent events have made me heart-sick. My anxiety about Charles Sumner and about the sufferers in Kansas has thrown a pall over everything. The fire of indignation is the only thing that has lighted up my gloom. At times my peace principles have shivered in the wind; and nothing could satisfy my mood but Jeanne d'arc's floating banner and consecrated sword. And when this state of mind was rebuked by the remembrance of him who taught us to overcome evil only with good, I could do nothing better than groan out, in a tone of despairing reproach, How long, O Lord! How long? Certainly there are gleams of light amid the darkness. There has been more spirit roused in the North than I thought was in her. I begin to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, sto
Chester County (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 65
to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, stout and unyielding as Cromwell's band .. I thank you very heartily for Mr. Wasson's sermon, The universe no failure. It is the most remarkable discourse I ever read. He puts the lever down deep enough to upheave the foundations of error. He builds his battery high enough to command the most towering fortifications of superstition. That is what we need. Unless the root is dug up, the branches will always be sprouting into new fantastic forms, however they may be lopped and pruned. I exclaimed Bravo! to his first sermon; but over this, I shouted Bravissimo! I see that he attended the meeting of Progressive Friends. A reformatory gathering held yearly in Chester County, Pennsylvania. I take considerable interest in that movement. I have hopes that it will prove the nucleus of such a form of worship as I have dreamed of for years.
Bravo (search for this): chapter 65
to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, stout and unyielding as Cromwell's band .. I thank you very heartily for Mr. Wasson's sermon, The universe no failure. It is the most remarkable discourse I ever read. He puts the lever down deep enough to upheave the foundations of error. He builds his battery high enough to command the most towering fortifications of superstition. That is what we need. Unless the root is dug up, the branches will always be sprouting into new fantastic forms, however they may be lopped and pruned. I exclaimed Bravo! to his first sermon; but over this, I shouted Bravissimo! I see that he attended the meeting of Progressive Friends. A reformatory gathering held yearly in Chester County, Pennsylvania. I take considerable interest in that movement. I have hopes that it will prove the nucleus of such a form of worship as I have dreamed of for years.
Lucy Osgood (search for this): chapter 65
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, July 9, 1856. I did not intend to leave your New York letter so long unanswered, but the fact is, recent events have made me heart-sick. My anxiety about Charles Sumner and about the sufferers in Kansas has thrown a pall over everything. The fire of indignation is the only thing that has lighted up my gloom. At times my peace principles have shivered in the wind; and nothing could satisfy my mood but Jeanne d'arc's floating banner and consecrated sword. And when this state of mind was rebuked by the remembrance of him who taught us to overcome evil only with good, I could do nothing better than groan out, in a tone of despairing reproach, How long, O Lord! How long? Certainly there are gleams of light amid the darkness. There has been more spirit roused in the North than I thought was in her. I begin to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, sto
Cromwell (search for this): chapter 65
was rebuked by the remembrance of him who taught us to overcome evil only with good, I could do nothing better than groan out, in a tone of despairing reproach, How long, O Lord! How long? Certainly there are gleams of light amid the darkness. There has been more spirit roused in the North than I thought was in her. I begin to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, stout and unyielding as Cromwell's band .. I thank you very heartily for Mr. Wasson's sermon, The universe no failure. It is the most remarkable discourse I ever read. He puts the lever down deep enough to upheave the foundations of error. He builds his battery high enough to command the most towering fortifications of superstition. That is what we need. Unless the root is dug up, the branches will always be sprouting into new fantastic forms, however they may be lopped and pruned. I exclaimed Bravo! to his firs
Charles Sumner (search for this): chapter 65
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, July 9, 1856. I did not intend to leave your New York letter so long unanswered, but the fact is, recent events have made me heart-sick. My anxiety about Charles Sumner and about the sufferers in Kansas has thrown a pall over everything. The fire of indignation is the only thing that has lighted up my gloom. At times my peace principles have shivered in the wind; and nothing could satisfy my mood but Jeanne d'arc's floating banner and consecrated sword. And when this state of mind was rebuked by the remembrance of him who taught us to overcome evil only with good, I could do nothing better than groan out, in a tone of despairing reproach, How long, O Lord! How long? Certainly there are gleams of light amid the darkness. There has been more spirit roused in the North than I thought was in her. I begin to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, sto
David Wasson (search for this): chapter 65
o overcome evil only with good, I could do nothing better than groan out, in a tone of despairing reproach, How long, O Lord! How long? Certainly there are gleams of light amid the darkness. There has been more spirit roused in the North than I thought was in her. I begin to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, stout and unyielding as Cromwell's band .. I thank you very heartily for Mr. Wasson's sermon, The universe no failure. It is the most remarkable discourse I ever read. He puts the lever down deep enough to upheave the foundations of error. He builds his battery high enough to command the most towering fortifications of superstition. That is what we need. Unless the root is dug up, the branches will always be sprouting into new fantastic forms, however they may be lopped and pruned. I exclaimed Bravo! to his first sermon; but over this, I shouted Bravissimo! I see
July 9th, 1856 AD (search for this): chapter 65
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, July 9, 1856. I did not intend to leave your New York letter so long unanswered, but the fact is, recent events have made me heart-sick. My anxiety about Charles Sumner and about the sufferers in Kansas has thrown a pall over everything. The fire of indignation is the only thing that has lighted up my gloom. At times my peace principles have shivered in the wind; and nothing could satisfy my mood but Jeanne d'arc's floating banner and consecrated sword. And when this state of mind was rebuked by the remembrance of him who taught us to overcome evil only with good, I could do nothing better than groan out, in a tone of despairing reproach, How long, O Lord! How long? Certainly there are gleams of light amid the darkness. There has been more spirit roused in the North than I thought was in her. I begin to hope that either the slave power must yield co argument and the majesty of public sentiment or else that we shall see an army in the field, sto