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Canaan, N. H. (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 90
Wayland (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 90
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, 1859.
Your package arrived on Saturday evening, but Theodore Parker had the start of you. He had sent me the sermon the Thursday before, accompanied by a brief little farewell note in pencil, which I shall treasure among my sacred relics; for my heart misgives me that I shall never look upon that Socratic head again.
I read the sermon, forthwith, to Mr. Child, and a jewel of a sermon we both thought it. Though not a farewell discourse, it seems to have a farewell sadness about it. ... Newman's book on The Soul seemed to me a very admirable work.
The Phases of Faith pleased me by the honesty of its confessions, and I read it with all the eagerness we all so naturally feel to arrive at the inmost spiritual secrets of another soul; but the conclusion left me very uncomfortable.
It seemed, as the collegian said in his theme, to land me in the great ocean of eternity.
I had travelled so far, and so confidently, with him, to arrive-nowhere!
I cannot
Lucy Osgood (search for this): chapter 90
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, 1859.
Your package arrived on Saturday evening, but Theodore Parker had the start of you. He had sent me the sermon the Thursday before, accompanied by a brief little farewell note in pencil, which I shall treasure among my sacred relics; for my heart misgives me that I shall never look upon that Socratic head again.
I read the sermon, forthwith, to Mr. Child, and a jewel of a sermon we both thought it. Though not a farewell discourse, it seems to have a farewell sadness about it. ... Newman's book on The Soul seemed to me a very admirable work.
The Phases of Faith pleased me by the honesty of its confessions, and I read it with all the eagerness we all so naturally feel to arrive at the inmost spiritual secrets of another soul; but the conclusion left me very uncomfortable.
It seemed, as the collegian said in his theme, to land me in the great ocean of eternity.
I had travelled so far, and so confidently, with him, to arrive-nowhere!
I cannot s
Theodore Parker (search for this): chapter 90
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, 1859.
Your package arrived on Saturday evening, but Theodore Parker had the start of you. He had sent me the sermon the Thursday before, accompanied by a brief little farewell note in pencil, which I shall treasure among my sacred relics; for my heart misgives me that I shall never look upon that Socratic head again.
I read the sermon, forthwith, to Mr. Child, and a jewel of a sermon we both thought it. Though not a farewell discourse, it seems to have a farewell sadness about it. ... Newman's book on The Soul seemed to me a very admirable work.
The Phases of Faith pleased me by the honesty of its confessions, and I read it with all the eagerness we all so naturally feel to arrive at the inmost spiritual secrets of another soul; but the conclusion left me very uncomfortable.
It seemed, as the collegian said in his theme, to land me in the great ocean of eternity.
I had travelled so far, and so confidently, with him, to arrive-nowhere!
I cannot
F. W. Newman (search for this): chapter 90
L. Maria Child (search for this): chapter 90
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, 1859.
Your package arrived on Saturday evening, but Theodore Parker had the start of you. He had sent me the sermon the Thursday before, accompanied by a brief little farewell note in pencil, which I shall treasure among my sacred relics; for my heart misgives me that I shall never look upon that Socratic head again.
I read the sermon, forthwith, to Mr. Child, and a jewel of a sermon we both thought it. Though not a farewell discourse, it seems to have a farewell sadness about it. ... Newman's book on The Soul seemed to me a very admirable work.
The Phases of Faith pleased me by the honesty of its confessions, and I read it with all the eagerness we all so naturally feel to arrive at the inmost spiritual secrets of another soul; but the conclusion left me very uncomfortable.
It seemed, as the collegian said in his theme, to land me in the great ocean of eternity.
I had travelled so far, and so confidently, with him, to arrive-nowhere!
I cannot
1859 AD (search for this): chapter 90
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, 1859.
Your package arrived on Saturday evening, but Theodore Parker had the start of you. He had sent me the sermon the Thursday before, accompanied by a brief little farewell note in pencil, which I shall treasure among my sacred relics; for my heart misgives me that I shall never look upon that Socratic head again.
I read the sermon, forthwith, to Mr. Child, and a jewel of a sermon we both thought it. Though not a farewell discourse, it seems to have a farewell sadness about it. ... Newman's book on The Soul seemed to me a very admirable work.
The Phases of Faith pleased me by the honesty of its confessions, and I read it with all the eagerness we all so naturally feel to arrive at the inmost spiritual secrets of another soul; but the conclusion left me very uncomfortable.
It seemed, as the collegian said in his theme, to land me in the great ocean of eternity.
I had travelled so far, and so confidently, with him, to arrive-nowhere!
I cannot s