The Argosy (1865) (14779927952)

Identifier: argosythe43wood (find matches)
Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto



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fting out of reach ; Stretching her tents to take the weary in, Storming the citadels of want and sin ; Luring the heathen to their Fathers home By saintly lives, and deaths of martyrdom. While bold Invention, privileged at length To search the treasure-house of natures strength. Launched the swift car that distance could not tire, Painted with sunbeams, wrote with heavnly fire, And powers no chain could bind, linked peacefully with wire. And still thy work was done, Though vanished, one by one.The friends and servants of thine opening reign.Prince, prelates, matchless hero, statesmen tried.All faded from thy side ; And one, more precious still, Sent, by the Fathers Will,Thy youthful steps to guide, thy strength sustain— That Will in turn removed : Leaving the name beloved.That to thy peoples hearts can never speak in vain. The serenfold blessing of the Jubilee Abide for ever on thy Throne and thee ; And oer thy sceptre brood, when needed most. The Dove of Pentecost ! Anna H. Drury.
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THE SUMMER NUMBER OF THE ARGOSY. THE DEATH-CARD. A TRUE STORY. I. * O UPERSTITIOUS, not I! but^ Ill never tell a fortune again ;Ive done too much harm alreadywith my horrible juggling. My dear fellow, pray explainyourself; but it seems to be apainful subject. I checked myself as I observeda fleeting expression of real pain onmy companions face. He was aI recent friend of mine, and was diningwith my wife and myself at our littlecottage on the river near Marlow. Hehad been introduced to us some monthsearlier by a mutual acquaintance, and we foundhim so very sympathetic and entertaining a com-panion that we elevated him very shortly to theposition of a friend of the house. My wife was delighted with him. He had been a great travellerand had dabbled a little in every science. The bent of his mindwas, however, far more superstitious than sceptical, although this wasan imputation he would vigorously deny. We also knew him by reputation to be a master in the arts ofpalmistry, and other branc