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Updated: May 4, 2025
I wunna fret the tender conscience of one bairn no, not to save the life of the other." A Roman would have devoted his daughter to death from different feelings and motives, but not upon a more heroic principle of duty. To man, in this his trial state, The privilege is given, When tost by tides of human fate, To anchor fast on heaven. Watts's Hymns.
So Leonore and Peter followed Watts's lead. The room into which they went was rather a curious one. It was at least twenty-five feet square, having four windows, two looking out on Broadway, and two on the side street. It had one other door besides that by which they had entered. Here the ordinary quality ended.
And when the superintendent stood up to rap the school to order for the close of the session, and line out one of Watts's sober hymns, there was a pleasant flutter of getting ready, and the smart young man of the neighborhood took his tuning-fork from his vest pocket to hit against his teeth so he could set the tune.
"I'm very happy at the Savoy," Armine replied. As he spoke, he looked away from Meyer Isaacson across the table to the wall opposite to him. Upon it hung a large reproduction of Watts's picture, "Progress." He gazed at it, and his face became set in a strange calm, as if he had for a moment forgotten the place he was in, the people round about him.
"It may be exercise, aunt, but " "Do not answer me, but go. Where do you expect little boys will go to, who are always idle?" "Sleep?" hazarded Thomas. "Thomas, you shall learn the whole of Dr. Watts's poem on the sluggard before you go to bed this night."
I am faint- hearted enough to hope, that our next journey together, may not be over a country that seems to me to have been laid down as an obstacle race track for Mr. G. F. Watts's Titans, and to have fallen into shocking bad repair.
We left Ypres soon afterwards and went into rest billets at Millain and then training billets at Westbecourt. Hunter-Weston's VIII Corps became a reserve corps behind the line and we, Jeudwine's 55th Division, were transferred to Watts's XIX Corps which became part of Gough's Fifth Army that famous general having arrived in Flanders.
"Ah, that's the point," replied Aunt Judy, "and a very remarkable point too. As soon as he got into the state of fancying there was nothing to do, worth doing, in God's world, the evil spirit came to him, and found him something to do in what I may, I am sure, call the devil's world I mean, wickedness." "Oh, that's a story written upon Watts's old hymn," exclaimed No. 3, contemptuously:
But if he had, it didn't come immediately handy, and before he got hold of it the thought of the sufficient provision which awaited me at Watts's afforded vicarious satisfaction to his charitable feelings, and he was content with bidding me a kindly good-night, as he pointed my road down the lane to the police-office, where, it seemed, Dr. Watts's guests had to put in a preliminary appearance.
The verger had told me that only six men per night were admitted to Watts's, and there were seven already. "Are you for Watts's?" one of them, a little, sharp-looking fellow, with short light hair pasted down over his forehead, asked me, seeing me hesitate. "Yes." "Well, it ain't no go to-night. There's seven here, and fust come, fust served."
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