Books with author Emma Less

Do you think Katie Haydon is pretty—I don't?" and the speaker glanced at her own bright curls as she spoke. "Well, I don't know whether she is exactly pretty, but she always looks nice, and then she is so pleasant and merry, and——" "And so vain and stuck-up," put in the first speaker again. "Oh, how can you say so?" said another, a plain, quiet-looking girl, who had not spoken before. "Mother says she would make such a nice nurse-maid; so quiet and bright as she is, children would be sure to take to her." "Well, I don't know so much about that, Mary, but I know she has asked teacher about a situation—her mother wants her to go into the nursery."

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ...and he took the child tenderly from her arms, and seated it on his knee. "Forgive me," said Julia, as she burst into tears; "but I have grown over-anxious for my Plautius. Thou sayest he is coming speedily," she added, glancing out through the open door, in the hope that she might see him coming down the road. "The Church will pray for his deliverance out of the hands of our enemies. He was taken before the prefect this morning, and charged with railing against the gods of Smyrna; but I doubt not he will be released from prison shortly," said the bishop. Julia was not a heroine, but a poor weak woman, and for a few minutes nature triumphed over faith, and wringing her hands she cried: "Oh, my Plautius, my Plautius! who will care for our babe, when thou art taken away? I am a stranger here, in a strange land." "Nay, but thinkest thou that God is a stranger here? Dost thou forget His promises to the fatherless and widows, and thinkest thou that our brethren in Christ will forget thy necessities?" said Polycarp, quickly. "Nay, think not of me, but of Plautius," sobbed Julia. "The Church of Christ will care for both of you, and in proof of this I have come to bid thee welcome to the house of our deaconess until thy husband is released. She cannot speak the Latin tongue, it is true, but kindness can make itself understood without words, and of this thou wilt be certain with our sister." He would not tell her of her husband's full punishment just now. By-and-by, perhaps, she would be better able to bear it; but the first shock was almost too much for her as it was. Many coveted the martyr's crown, but Julia was not one of these. She shrunk from pain and suffering, both for...

Vanity, worldly possessions and the pride of life are the substance of Esther’s life. She was “fond of dress” and a yielding mother left this passion unchecked. Consequently she taunted her brother and drove him away from home. Then Esther left home in a fit of anger. “The foundation of all this trouble that had come, not only upon Esther but upon her family, had its root in this—to seem what they were not.”—Esther’s Regret.

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"Glaucia, the Greek Slave masterfully depicts the intricacies of a momentous time in human history. Ancient Rome and Greece are the backdrop for this dramatic account of the early Christians, whose belief in the one true God stands in stark contrast to the polytheistic world in which they live. Great faith, perseverance, and unyielding courage are paramount as they live according to what they know to be right and true."

"Mother, we're afloat agin." It was a gruff, sleepy voice that spoke, and the old fisherman turned over and snored on, as though the fact of their home being afloat was of no consequence to him. His wife, however, was by no means so easy in her mind, for it was only during the equinoctial gales and an unusually high tide that their home was lifted from its moorings; and now it had been swinging and swaying for hours, and the rusty chains that held it fast to some posts were creaking and straining as though the next gust of windwould certainly carry them out to sea or drive them up the river, where they would inevitably be swamped in a very short time, for their boat-home was leaky at the bottom—had been a water-logged boat before the fisherman took possession of it and turned it into a quaint-looking cottage by running up some wooden walls along the sides, and roofing it in with planks and tarpaulin.

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