Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1879-06-01
Charles Dickens Religious Platform
Broad Enough for Universal
Humanity.

church nor from a pulpit, but a COS
pei which the people understood
the gospel of kindness, sympathy
in word, humanity. His Greco
may be found in the following beau
tiful extracts on the subject O
death:
"Even when golden hair lay in a
halo on a pillow, round the worn
face Of a little boy, he said with a
radiant smile: Dear papa and
mamma, am very sorry to leave
you both and to leave my pretty
sister, but I am called and 1 must
60 Thus the rustling of an an
gels wing got blended with the
other echoes and had in them the
breath of heaven. > Tale of Two
Cities, book 2, chapter 81.
"There is no time there, and no
trouble there. The spare hand
does not tremble; nothing worse
than sweet bright constancy is in
her face. She goes next before
him-is gone Ibid. book 3, chap
ter Is.
1.-The dying book made answer,
[ shall soon be there. He spoke
of beautiful gardens stretched oat
before him, and were filed with
figures of men, and many children,
all with light upen their ftces then
whispered that it was Eden, AMI 50
died" . Nicholas Nickleby, chap.
So.
"'It turned very dark, sir. Is
there any light a-coming? The
cart is shaken all to pieces, and the
rugged road is very near its end.
I'm a gropin'-a gropin'-let me
catch hold of your hand. Hal
lowed be Thy name
"Dead my lords and gentle
man. Dead! men and womon N,
born with Heavenly compassion in
your hearts. And, dying thus
around US, every day." Bleak
House, chap. AZ.
"He slowly laid his face down
upon her bosom, drew his arm
closer around her neck, and with
one parting sob began the world.
Not this world. Oh, not this
The world that sets this right. =
Ibid, chap. 65.
"'If this is sleep, it by me
while [ sleep. Turn me to you,
for your face is going far off and |
want it to be near And she died
like a child that had gone to sleep"
= David Copperfeld, chap. 9.
Time, and the world were slip
ping from beneath him. He's going
out with the tide. X x
And it being low water he went out
with the tide. = Ibid, chap. 30.
"s Don't cry! Is my chair there?
In its old placer * That
face, so full of pity and of grief
that would appeal to me, that solemn
hand, appraised towards heaven! It
is over. - Ibid, chap, So.
Gone new mound was there,
which had not been there last night.
Time, burrowing like mole below
The ground, had marked his track
BY throwing up another heap Of
earth. = Martin Chuzzlewit, chap.
I9.
" She was dead. No sleep so
beautiful and calm, so free from
race Of pain, so fair to look upon.
She seemed creature fresh from
he hand of God and waiting for
he breath Of life, not one who bad
ived and suffered death. She was
,ast all help or need of it. We viii
lot wake her. . Old Curiosity
Shop, chap. II.
"The hand soon stopped in the
midst Of them; the light that had
lways been feeble and dim behind
he weak transparency, went out
Hard Times, chap. 9.
"For moment the closed eye
ids trembled, and the fainrest
hadow of a smile was seen. Ihus
linging to that slight spar within
er arms, the mother drifted ou5
pom the dark and unknown sea
hat rolls round all the world" -
Dombey and Son, VOL l., chap. 1.
cts very near the sea; | hear
be waves The light about the !
cad is shining on me as [ 60! The
Id, old fashion that came in with ?
ur first garments, and will last IN I
hanged until our race has run its G
curse and the wide armament is
olled up like a scroll. Oh! thank
Iod for that older fashion yet of
Immortality! and look upon US, an
els of young children, when the L
Wifi river bears US to the ocean,"
= Ibid, chap. II.
I'm this round world of many z
relies within circles, do we make a I
cary journey from the high grade
, the low to find at last that they
e close together, that the two ex>
'enes touch and that our journeys
i'd is but our starting place."
IBID, .chap. 81.
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