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These arts are monuments attesting the fact, that some instruction from above must at some time or other have been supplied to mankind; and, as Archbishop Whately says, "the most probable conclusion is, that man when first created, or very shortly afterwards, was advanced, by the Creator Himself, to a state above that of a mere savage."
The most delicious thing of all was that one of the chief prophets of evil, her Aunt Whately, was aiding in the last- named task. Her exultation was increased when she brought the last article required and Scoville said with his genial smile, so well remembered, "I think I can assure you now, Miss Baron, that all will do very well. Now one of the things on which Mrs.
A shrewd man, who knew me at this time, said, "Here is a man who, when he is silent, will never begin to speak; and when he once begins to speak, will never stop." It was at this time that I began to have influence, which steadily increased for a course of years. Whately then, an acute man, perhaps saw around me the signs of an incipient party of which I was not conscious myself.
Its fame is not so much from its buildings as from some of its fellows, Whately, Keble, Wilberforce, Newman, Pusey, and Arnold having been among them. St. Mary's Hall, an offshoot founded in the fourteenth century, stands near this college. All Souls College is on the High Street, and was founded in 1437, its buildings being, however, modern, excepting one quadrangle.
Clayton Anderson had devoted himself to the Whately affairs, although nobody but those in the secret knew when Judson gave up proprietorship and went on a clerk's pay again where he belonged. Springvale was kind to Judson, as it has always been to the man who tries honestly to make good in this life's struggle.
"Star Face," Jean Pahusca used to call Marjie, for even in the Kansas heat and browning winds she never lost the pink tint no miniature painting on ivory could exaggerate. We stood looking at one another in the purple twilight. "What's your name?" "Marjory Whately. What's yours?" "Phil Baronet, and I'm seven years old." This, a shade boastingly. "I'm six," Marjory said.
"We yeard de soun' fum far away, en we year it agin soon." Meanwhile Mad Whately was closeted with his uncle and mother, listening with a black frown to all that had occurred. "I tell you," exclaimed the young man, "it's as clear as the sun in the sky that she should be sent away at once in fact, that you all should go." "I won't go," said Mr. Baron, "neither will my wife.
While thus declaring how far we concur in the parallel here drawn of Sir W. Hamilton with Brown and Whately, we must at the same time add that the comparison is taken under circumstances unduly favourable to these two last. There has been no exposure of their errors and inconsistencies, equal in penetration and completeness to the crushing volume which Mr Mill has devoted to Sir W. Hamilton.
Still, I admit with you that war is essentially cruel, and that the aim ever must be to inflict as much injury as possible on one's adversaries." "But how can you take part in such a war?" Mrs. Whately asked. "All we asked was to be let alone." "Yes, sir," added Mr.
Miss Whately would occasionally make an excursion into the desert, making the acquaintance of the wild Bedouin tribes, and reading to them the Scriptures. "Lady," once said a Bedouin, lifting the curtain of a tent in which she and her sister were seated, "I saw your horse at the water, and my comrade and I are come to hear some of your book."
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