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How many noble natures how many glorious hopes how much of the seraph's intellect, have been crushed into the mire, or blasted into guilt, by the mere force of physical want? What are the temptations of the rich to those of the poor? Yet see how lenient we are to the crimes of the one, how relentless to those of the other! It is a bad world; it makes a man's heart sick to look around him.
Her brows were as unwritten as a child's, her smile as pure as a seraph's, and her eyes blue, unfaltering and candid. She laughed a greeting, exchanged gossip, did her sewing, watched events, as the case might be, was not conscious of her servitude or anxious to market it.
"Beats cock-fighting!" cried the Zu-Zu, while her blue skirts fluttered in the wind, as she lifted Cecil's brown mare, very cleverly, over a bilberry hedge, and set her little white teeth with a will on the Seraph's attar-of-rose cigarette.
And from that look the richly dressed girl with the seraph's face instantly averted her gaze. She heard a voice: the lame stranger speaking as if to himself. "All that beauty without, and nothing at all within.... So lovely to the eye, and empty where the heart should be.... God pity you, poor little thing...." And then Carlisle passed him quickly and went out of the summer-house upon the lawn.
The Seraph's look of pity deepened to horror. "You must be almost weady," he gasped. "Ready? Ready for what, my little love?" "Stickin' oo, will it hurt vewy much?" "Bless the child. What does he mean?" "He's not very well," I explained. "I think he's delirious."
She wore a robe of white merino, and a rich blue shawl of the same soft material which was folded across her shoulders, made the wan face look like some marble seraph's, hovering over an altar where violet light streams through stained glass. For some time Dr.
How many noble natures how many glorious hopes how much of the seraph's intellect, have been crushed into the mire, or blasted into guilt, by the mere force of physical want? What are the temptations of the rich to those of the poor? Yet see how lenient we are to the crimes of the one, how relentless to those of the other! It is a bad world; it makes a man's heart sick to look around him.
Strength and Love! what heights, what depths in those two entities, whom the Seraph's first prayer placed like two links, as it were, to unite the immensities of the lower worlds with the immensity of the higher universe! They comprehended the invisible ties by which the material worlds are bound to the spiritual worlds.
This was Italian work of the fifteenth century. Another cope was of green velvet, embroidered with heart- shaped groups of acanthus-leaves, from which spread long-stemmed white blossoms, the details of which were picked out with silver thread and colored crystals. The morse bore a seraph's head in gold- thread raised work.
The Seraph's voice came from the window in a sort of chant: "The little white star has fallen down the cobbler's chimney! "It has fallen down, and the cobbler is sewing it into a shoe! "A milkman is wunning down the stweet! "Tell you what," whispered Angel, "I'll show you what Lucy was like just a little. I'll make a picture of her."
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