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When at the first I took my pen in handThus for to write, I did not understandThat I at all should make a little bookIn such a mode: nay, I had undertookTo make another; which, when almost done,Before I was aware I this begun.And thus it was: I, writing of the wayAnd race of saints in this our gospel-day,Fell suddenly into an allegoryAbout their journey, and the way to glory,In more than twenty things which I set downThis done, I twenty more had in my crown,And they again began to multiply,Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly.Nay, then, thought I, if that you breed so fast,I’ll put you by yourselves, lest you at lastShould prove ad infinitum, and eat outThe book that I already am about.Well, so I did; but yet I did not thinkTo show to all the world my pen and inkIn such a mode; I only thought to makeI knew not what: nor did I undertakeThereby to please my neighbor; no, not I;I did it my own self to gratify.Neither did I but vacant seasons spendIn this my scribble; nor did I intendBut to divert myself, in doing this,From worser thoughts, which make me do amiss.Thus I set pen to paper with delight,And quickly had my thoughts in black and white;For having now my method by the end,Still as I pull’d, it came; and so I pennedIt down; until it came at last to be,For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.Well, when I had thus put mine ends togetherI show’d them others, that I might see whetherThey would condemn them, or them justify:And some said, let them live; some, let them die:Some said, John, print it; others said, Not so:Some said, It might do good; others said, No.Now was I in a strait, and did not seeWhich was the best thing to be done by me:At last I thought, Since ye are thus divided,I print it will; and so the case decided.For, thought I, some I see would have it done,Though others in that channel do not run:To prove, then, who advised for the best,Thus I thought fit to put it to the test.I further thought, if now I did denyThose that would have it, thus to gratify;I did not know, but hinder them I mightOf that which would to them be great delight.For those which were not for its coming forth,I said to them, Offend you, I am loath;Yet since your brethren pleased with it be,Forbear to judge, till you do further see.If that thou wilt not read, let it alone;Some love the meat, some love to pick the bone.Yea, that I might them better palliate,I did too with them thus expostulate:May I not write in such a style as this?In such a method too, and yet not missMy end-thy good? Why may it not be done?Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.Yea, dark or bright, if they their silver dropsCause to descend, the earth, by yielding crops,Gives praise to both, and carpeth not at either,But treasures up the fruit they yield together;Yea, so commixes both, that in their fruitNone can distinguish this from that; they suitHer well when hungry; but if she be full,She spews out both, and makes their blessing null.You see the ways the fisherman doth takeTo catch the fish; what engines doth he make!Behold how he engageth all his wits;Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets:Yet fish there be, that neither hook nor line,Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine:They must be groped for, and be tickled too,Or they will not be catch’d, whate’er you do.

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Our promises: 1. Our goal is to bring you high quality Christian publications at reasonable and affordable prices. Therefore all of our works are complete and unabridged unless specifically stated otherwise, which means that unlike some other independent publications you get what you see and pay for. No unplesant surprises. 2. We endeavour to bring you updated editions of classic works. Therefore this work is not a scan, but is a completely digitized version of the original. 3. Unlike, many other independently published works, our publications are easy to read. Therefore you won't find illegible, faded, poor quality photocopies here. Neither will you find poorly done OCR versions of those faded scans either, with illegible "words" that contain all kinds of strange characters like £, %, &, etc. Our publications have all been looked over and corrected by the human eye. 4. We can't promise perfection, but we're sure gonna try! The determination to found a story or a series of sketches on the delights, adventures, and misadventures connected with bibliomania did not come impulsively to my brother. For many years, in short during the greater part of nearly a quarter of a century of journalistic work, he had celebrated in prose and verse, and always in his happiest and most delightful vein, the pleasures of book-hunting. Himself an indefatigable collector of books, the possessor of a library as valuable as it was interesting, a library containing volumes obtained only at the cost of great personal sacrifice, he was in the most active sympathy with the disease called bibliomania, and knew, as few comparatively poor men have known, the half-pathetic, half-humorous side of that incurable mental infirmity. The newspaper column, to which he contributed almost daily for twelve years, comprehended many sly digs and gentle scoffings at those of his unhappy fellow citizens who became notorious, through his instrumentality, in their devotion to old book-shelves and auction sales. And all the time none was more assiduous than this same good-natured cynic in running down a musty prize, no matter what its cost or what the attending difficulties. “I save others, myself I cannot save,” was his humorous cry. “But if, O Lord, it pleaseth Thee To keep me in temptation’s way, I humbly ask that I may be Most notably beset to-day; Let my temptation be a book, Which I shall purchase, hold and keep, Whereon, when other men shall look, They’ll wail to know I got it cheap.” And again, in “The Bibliomaniac’s Bride,” nothing breathes better the spirit of the incurable patient than this: “Prose for me when I wished for prose, Verse when to verse inclined,— Forever bringing sweet repose To body, heart and mind. Oh, I should bind this priceless prize In bindings full and fine, And keep her where no human eyes Should see her charms, but mine!” In “Dear Old London” the poet wailed that “a splendid Horace cheap for cash” laughed at his poverty, and in “Dibdin’s Ghost” he revelled in the delights that await the bibliomaniac in the future state, where there is no admission to the women folk who, “wanting victuals, make a fuss if we buy books instead”; while in “Flail, Trask and Bisland” is the very essence of bibliomania, the unquenchable thirst for possession. And yet, despite these self-accusations, bibliophily rather than bibliomania would be the word to characterize his conscientious purpose. If he purchased quaint and rare books it was to own them to the full extent, inwardly as well as outwardly. The mania for books kept him continually buying; the love of books supervened to make them a part of himself and his life.

This little book is confined to very simple “reading lessons upon the Form and Motions of the Earth, the Points of the Compass, the Meaning of a Map: Definitions.” The shape and motions of the earth are fundamental ideas—however difficult to grasp. Geography should be learned chiefly from maps, and the child should begin the study by learning “the meaning of map,” and how to use it. These subjects are well fitted to form an attractive introduction to the study of Geography: some of them should awaken the delightful interest which attaches in a child’s mind to that which is wonderful—incomprehensible. The Map lessons should lead to mechanical efforts, equally delightful. It is only when presented to the child for the first time in the form of stale knowledge and foregone conclusions that the facts taught in these lessons appear dry and repulsive to him. An effort is made in the following pages to treat the subject with the sort of sympathetic interest and freshness which attracts children to a new study. A short summary of the chief points in each reading lesson is given in the form of questions and answers. Easy verses, illustrative of the various subjects, are introduced, in order that the children may connect pleasant poetic fancies with the phenomena upon which “Geography” so much depends. It is hoped that these reading lessons may afford intelligent teaching, even in the hands of a young teacher. The first ideas of Geography—the lessons on “Place”—which should make the child observant of local geography, of the features of his own neighbourhood, its heights and hollows and level lands, its streams and ponds—should be conveyed viva voce. At this stage, a class-book cannot take the place of an intelligent teacher. Children should go through the book twice, and should, after the second reading, be able to answer any of the questions from memory.

These stories were written when Irish nationalism was at its peak, and a search for a national identity and purpose was raging; at a crossroads of history and culture, Ireland was jolted by various converging ideas and influences. They centre on Joyce's idea of an epiphany: a moment where a character experiences a life-changing self-understanding or illumination. Many of the characters in Dubliners later appear in minor roles in Joyce's novel Ulysses. The initial stories in the collection are narrated by child protagonists, and as the stories continue, they deal with the lives and concerns of progressively older people. This is in line with Joyce's tripartite division of the collection into childhood, adolescence and maturity.

There are many lessons to be learned from a careful study of Luke's account of Paul’s voyage to Rome. Taken literally, it shows us, in a wonderful way, the personal care of the Lord Jesus Christ for His beloved servant in a time of great stress and difficulty. The particular incident recorded in Acts 27:21-26 is that to which I especially desire to draw each reader’s attention.For long, weary days and nights neither sun nor stars had been visible. The captain of the ship was in despair; the mariners, hopeless. Then it was that Paul, “the prisoner of the Lord" (Ephesians 4: l]—how lovely a title: not a prisoner of Caesar, nor of Rome, but of the Lord!—became the comforter of all in the ship, comforting them with the comfort wherewith he had just been comforted of God. For to him an angel of the Lord had appeared, standing by him, and saying. “Fear not, Paul; thou must be brought before Caesar: and, lo, God hath given thee all them that sail with thee."It is my purpose in this pamphlet to trace out some of the precious truths Paul was chosen to make known for our eternal blessing. Only let each reader be sure he or she is one who sails with Paul, for to none other do they apply.

There are many lessons to be learned from a careful study of Luke's account of Paul’s voyage to Rome. Taken literally, it shows us, in a wonderful way, the personal care of the Lord Jesus Christ for His beloved servant in a time of great stress and difficulty. The particular incident recorded in Acts 27:21-26 is that to which I especially desire to draw each reader’s attention. For long, weary days and nights neither sun nor stars had been visible. The captain of the ship was in despair; the mariners, hopeless. Then it was that Paul, “the prisoner of the Lord" (Ephesians 4: l]—how lovely a title: not a prisoner of Caesar, nor of Rome, but of the Lord!—became the comforter of all in the ship, comforting them with the comfort wherewith he had just been comforted of God. For to him an angel of the Lord had appeared, standing by him, and saying. “Fear not, Paul; thou must be brought before Caesar: and, lo, God hath given thee all them that sail with thee." It is my purpose in this pamphlet to trace out some of the precious truths Paul was chosen to make known for our eternal blessing. Only let each reader be sure he or she is one who sails with Paul, for to none other do they apply.

52 sermons to cover the entire year. The kindly reception given to the two preceding volumes, "Children's Story Sermons" and "Children's Missionary Story Sermons," together with the persuasive insistence of the children and their friends, have led to the publication of this volume of "Children's Gospel Story Sermons." During the past few years there has been an encouraging increase in the publication of religious literature for children. It is impossible to exaggerate the value and importance of meeting a need that is obvious to all who think. The danger is that those who attempt to meet the need may miss the mark. These are Story Sermons. They are not stories and must not be so judged. Sometimes they "tag a moral to a tale." They are not sermons and must not be tested by the one, two, three method of the classroom or the pulpit. Simplicity has been aimed at but the great central doctrines of the Christian faith have not been neglected. Sir James Barrie in "The Little Minister" says that the first question always asked of the child in his day was not, "What is your name?" but "What are you going to be?" and that one child in every family replied, "A minister." If this volume succeeds in interesting one outstanding boy to become a minister who will preach better Story Sermons than these, the purpose of this book will have been secured, H. T. K. Pittsburgh, Pa.

52 sermons to cover the entire year. The kindly reception given to the two preceding volumes, "Children's Story Sermons" and "Children's Missionary Story Sermons," together with the persuasive insistence of the children and their friends, have led to the publication of this volume of "Children's Gospel Story Sermons." During the past few years there has been an encouraging increase in the publication of religious literature for children. It is impossible to exaggerate the value and importance of meeting a need that is obvious to all who think. The danger is that those who attempt to meet the need may miss the mark. These are Story Sermons. They are not stories and must not be so judged. Sometimes they "tag a moral to a tale." They are not sermons and must not be tested by the one, two, three method of the classroom or the pulpit. Simplicity has been aimed at but the great central doctrines of the Christian faith have not been neglected. Sir James Barrie in "The Little Minister" says that the first question always asked of the child in his day was not, "What is your name?" but "What are you going to be?" and that one child in every family replied, "A minister." If this volume succeeds in interesting one outstanding boy to become a minister who will preach better Story Sermons than these, the purpose of this book will have been secured, H. T. K. Pittsburgh, Pa.

THE title of the present series is a sufficient indication of its purpose. Few preachers, or congregations, will face the long courses of expository lectures which characterised the preaching of the past, but there is a growing conviction on the part of some that an occasional short course, of six or eight connected studies on one definite theme, is a necessity of their mental and ministerial life. It is at this point the projected series would strike in. It would suggest to those who are mapping out a scheme of work for the future a variety of subjects which might possibly be utilised in this way.The appeal, however, will not be restricted to ministers or preachers. The various volumes will meet the needs of laymen and Sabbath-school teachers who are interested in a scholarly but also practical exposition of Bible history and doctrine. In the hands of office-bearers and mission-workers the “Short Course Series” may easily become one of the most convenient and valuable of Bible helps.It need scarcely be added that while an effort has been made to secure, as far as possible, a general uniformity in the scope and character of the series, the final responsibility for the special interpretations and opinions introduced into the separate volumes, rests entirely with the individual contributors.A detailed list of the authors and their subjects will be found at the close of each volume.“THE fault is ours, not theirs, if we wilfully misinterpret the language of ancient prophets, if we persist in understanding their words in their outward and material aspect only, and forget that before language had sanctioned a distinction between the concrete and the abstract, between the purely spiritual as opposed to the coarsely material, the intention of the speakers comprehended both the concrete and the abstract, both the material and the spiritual, in a manner which has become quite strange to us, though it lives on in the language of every true poet.”MAX MÜLLER.

When at the first I took my pen in handThus for to write, I did not understandThat I at all should make a little bookIn such a mode: nay, I had undertookTo make another; which, when almost done,Before I was aware I this begun.And thus it was: I, writing of the wayAnd race of saints in this our gospel-day,Fell suddenly into an allegoryAbout their journey, and the way to glory,In more than twenty things which I set downThis done, I twenty more had in my crown,And they again began to multiply,Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly.Nay, then, thought I, if that you breed so fast,I’ll put you by yourselves, lest you at lastShould prove ad infinitum, and eat outThe book that I already am about.Well, so I did; but yet I did not thinkTo show to all the world my pen and inkIn such a mode; I only thought to makeI knew not what: nor did I undertakeThereby to please my neighbor; no, not I;I did it my own self to gratify.Neither did I but vacant seasons spendIn this my scribble; nor did I intendBut to divert myself, in doing this,From worser thoughts, which make me do amiss.Thus I set pen to paper with delight,And quickly had my thoughts in black and white;For having now my method by the end,Still as I pull’d, it came; and so I pennedIt down; until it came at last to be,For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.Well, when I had thus put mine ends togetherI show’d them others, that I might see whetherThey would condemn them, or them justify:And some said, let them live; some, let them die:Some said, John, print it; others said, Not so:Some said, It might do good; others said, No.Now was I in a strait, and did not seeWhich was the best thing to be done by me:At last I thought, Since ye are thus divided,I print it will; and so the case decided.For, thought I, some I see would have it done,Though others in that channel do not run:To prove, then, who advised for the best,Thus I thought fit to put it to the test.I further thought, if now I did denyThose that would have it, thus to gratify;I did not know, but hinder them I mightOf that which would to them be great delight.For those which were not for its coming forth,I said to them, Offend you, I am loath;Yet since your brethren pleased with it be,Forbear to judge, till you do further see.If that thou wilt not read, let it alone;Some love the meat, some love to pick the bone.Yea, that I might them better palliate,I did too with them thus expostulate:May I not write in such a style as this?In such a method too, and yet not missMy end-thy good? Why may it not be done?Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.Yea, dark or bright, if they their silver dropsCause to descend, the earth, by yielding crops,Gives praise to both, and carpeth not at either,But treasures up the fruit they yield together;Yea, so commixes both, that in their fruitNone can distinguish this from that; they suitHer well when hungry; but if she be full,She spews out both, and makes their blessing null.You see the ways the fisherman doth takeTo catch the fish; what engines doth he make!Behold how he engageth all his wits;Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets:Yet fish there be, that neither hook nor line,Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine:They must be groped for, and be tickled too,Or they will not be catch’d, whate’er you do.