...merely await the progress of events as patiently as we can. In the morning we feel inclined to say, would God it were evening ; and in the evening, would God it were morning. Saturday, August Sth. — Just as I supposed, we have unpleasing accounts this morning, to counterbalance...

...merely await the progress of events as patiently as we can. In the morning we feel inclined to say, would God it were evening ; and in the evening, would God it were morning. Saturday, August 8th. — Just as I supposed, we have unpleasing accounts this morning, to counterbalance...

...merely await the progress of events as patiently as we can. In the morning we feel inclined to say, would God it were evening ; and in the evening, would God it were morning. Saturday, August 8th. — Just as I supposed, we have unpleasing accounts this morning, to counterbalance...

...but cottage walls, or who, stretched on a bed of protracted sickness, is heard saying in the morning, "Would God it were evening ! and in the evening, Would God it were morning!" if he have that love reigning in his heart, he has a possession outweighing the wealth of worlds !...

...the light of hope, when in the morning the stricken soul would cry out in the depth of its anguish, " Would God it were evening!" and in the evening, "Would God it were morning!" Now we are speaking of mortal life in its general tenour, when • it neither rises to eestatic heights...

...curse that turns life into a burden and a dread, and makes the wretched soul cry in the morning, " would God, it were evening," and in the evening, " would God, it were morning !" I knew what it was to dread solitude, and yet to shrink from the reproach of any human face ; to...

...curse that turns life into a burden and a dread, and makes the wretched soul cry in the morning, " would God, it were evening," and in the evening, " would God, it were morning !" I knew what it was to dread solitude, and yet to shrink from the reproach of any human face ; to...

...— strength prostrated — body and mind enfeebled ; — pain extracting the cry, "in the morning, Would God it were evening; and in the evening, Would God it were morning." Yet how many can look back on such seasons and tell of their brooks of solace? Bible promises welling...

...the light of hope, when in the morning the stricken soul would cry out in the depth of its anguish, "Would God it were evening !" and in the evening, "Would God it were morning!" Now we are speaking of mortal Ijfe in its general tenor, when it neither rises to ecstatic heights...

...ease in the choicest fold; — whose inward wail is heard in the long hours of wakeful darkness, — "would God it were evening ; and in the evening, would God it were morning;" — pining flowers, around whom the sun shines, and the rain descends, and the birds sing in vain :...