The Review of Reviews, Volumen24

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William Thomas Stead
Office of the Review of Reviews, 1901

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Página 180 - The white people had now found our country. Tidings were carried back and more came amongst us. Yet, we did not fear them. We took them to be friends. They called us brothers. We believed them and gave them a larger seat. At length, their numbers had greatly increased. They wanted more land; they wanted our country. Our eyes were opened and our minds became uneasy.
Página 380 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! •3. There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven ; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 4.
Página 380 - There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given : Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee...
Página 380 - Or if, on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still, all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Página 380 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Página 135 - Christ, at or after the consecration thereof, by any person whatsoever ; and that the invocation or adoration of the Virgin Mary, or any other saint, and the sacrifice of the Mass, as they are now used in the Church of Rome, are superstitious and idolatrous.
Página 137 - Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson : it will do us no end of good.
Página 180 - Brother, listen to what we say. There was a time when our forefathers owned this great island. Their seats extended from the rising to the setting sun. The Great Spirit had made it for the use of Indians.
Página 394 - And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.
Página 168 - You say a boil is painful; but that is impossible, for matter without mind is not painful. The boil simply manifests, through inflammation and swelling, a belief in pain, and this belief is called a boil.

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