Festal Gathering of the Early Settlers and Present Inhabitants of the Town of Virgil, Cortland County, N.Y.: Held at Virgil Village, on Thursday, the 25th of August, 1853, Embracing a Historic Sketch of the Town, Supplemented with a Brief Historical Account of Events from that Time to 1878
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Page 15 - It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.
Page 112 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate. We know what master laid thy keel; What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel; Who made each mast and sail and rope ; What anvils rang, what hammers beat; In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Page 112 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Page 112 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; "Tis but the napping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale!
Page 6 - Home again, home again, from a foreign shore, And oh ! it fills my soul with joy, To meet my friends once more. Here I dropped the parting tear To cross the ocean's foam, But now I'm once again with those, Who kindly greet me home.
Page 108 - It is done ! In the circuit of the sun Shall the sound thereof go forth. It shall bid the sad rejoice, It shall give the dumb a voice, It shall belt with joy the earth...
Page 117 - For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.
Page 31 - ... affords fresh and fascinating excitement that for a long time makes one forgetful of weariness, and promises to relieve the tedium of life. There is no other substance known that can induce such complex and various effects ; but the ultimate results are invariably the same. Its disastrous influences upon the functions of the nervous system and the action of the heart are felt throughout every tissue of the body ; the blood moves sluggishly, and as it stagnates in delicate organs, foundation is...
Page 7 - Fathers ! whetesoe'er we roam, Land of our birth ! to us thou still art home ; Peace and prosperity on thy sons attend ; Down to posterity their influence descends All then inviting hearts and voices joining, Sing we in harmony our native land.