Author: George MacDonald
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The Seaboard Parish Volume 3 by George MacDonald is a rare manuscript, the original residing in some of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, typed out and formatted to perfection, allowing new generations to enjoy the work.
Author: George MacDonald
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The Seaboard Parish Volume 3 by George MacDonald is a rare manuscript, the original residing in some of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, typed out and formatted to perfection, allowing new generations to enjoy the work. ...
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Author: George MacDonald
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"The Seaboard Parish - Volume III" from George MacDonald. Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister (1824-1905).
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Author: George MacDonald
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In a minute or two she looked in again, all ready. I rose, laid aside my Plato, and went with her. We turned our steps along the edge of the down, and descended upon the breakwater, where we seated ourselves upon the same spot where in the darkness I had heard the voices of Joe and Agnes. What a different night it was from that! The sea lay as quiet as if it could not move for the moonlight that lay upon it. The glory over it was so mighty in its peacefulness, that the wild element beneath was afraid to toss itself even with the motions of its natural unrest. The moon was like the face of a saint before which the stormy people has grown dumb. The rocks stood up solid and dark in the universal aether, and the pulse of the ocean throbbed against them with a lapping gush, soft as the voice of a passionate child soothed into shame of its vanished petulance. But the sky was the glory. Although no breath moved below, there was a gentle wind abroad in the upper regions. The air was full of masses of cloud, the vanishing fragments of the one great vapour which had been pouring down in rain the most of the day. These masses were all setting with one steady motion eastward into the abysses of space; now obscuring the fair moon, now solemnly sweeping away from before her. As they departed, out shone her marvellous radiance, as calm as ever. It was plain that she knew nothing of what we called her covering, her obscuration, the dimming of her glory. She had been busy all the time weaving her lovely opaline damask on the other side of the mass in which we said she was swallowed up.
Author: George MacDonald
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Author: George MacDonald
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The captain himself was on board. Percivale having persuaded Jim Allen, the two had gone about in the crowd seeking proselytes. In a wonderfully short space they had found almost all the crew, each fresh one picking up another or more; till at length the captain, protesting against the folly of it, gave in, and once having yielded, was, like a true Englishman, as much in earnest as any of them. The places of two who were missing were supplied by Percivale and Joe, the latter of whom would listen to no remonstrance.
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In the evening we met in Connie's room, as usual, to have our talk. And this is what came outof it.The window was open. The sun was in the west. We sat a little aside out of the course of hisradiance, and let him look full into the room. Only Wynnie sat back in a dark corner, as if shewould get out of his way. Below him the sea lay bluer than you could believe even when yousaw it-blue with a delicate yet deep silky blue, the exquisiteness of which was thrown up by thebrilliant white lines of its lapping on the high coast, to the northward. We had just sat down, when Dora broke out with-"I saw Niceboots at church. He did stare at you, papa, as if he had never heard a sermonbefore.""I daresay he never heard such a sermon before!" said Connie, with the perfect confidence ofinexperience and partiality-not to say ignorance, seeing she had not heard the sermon herself.Here Wynnie spoke from her dark corner, apparently forcing herself to speak, and therebygiving what seemed an unpleasant tone to what she said."Well, papa, I don't know what to think. You are always telling us to trust in Him; but howcan we, if we are not good?""The first good thing you can do is to look up to him. That is the beginning of trust in him, and the most sensible thing that it is possible for us to do. That is faith.""But it's no use sometimes.""How do you know that?""Because you-I mean I-can't feel good, or care about it at all.""But is that any ground for saying that it is no use-that he does not heed you? that hedisregards the look cast up to him? that, till the heart goes with the will, he who made himselfstrong to be the helper of the weak, who pities most those who are most destitute-and who sodestitute as those who do not love what they want to love-except, indeed, those who don't wantto love?-that, till you are well on towards all right by earnestly seeking it, he won't help you?You are to judge him from yourself, are you?-forgetting that all the misery in you is justbecause you have not got his grand presence with you?"I spoke so earnestly as to be somewhat incoherent in words. But my reader will understand.Wynnie was silent. Connie, as if partly to help her sister, followed on the same sid
Author: George Mac Donald
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ISBN: 9781331430575
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Excerpt from The Seaboard Parish, Vol. 3 of 3 I said, catching hold of her arm, as the terror of mere space grew upon me, for himself. He is deeper than space, deeper than time; he is the heart Of all the cube of history. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
