The Educational Journal of VirginiaCharles Henry Winston, Richard M. Smith, H. H. Harris, D. Lee Powell, John Meredith Strother, Harry Fishburne Estill (F.), John Patrick McGuire, Rodes Massie, William Fayette Fox, Richard Ratcliffe Farr, John Lee Buchanan, George R. Pace Educational Publishing House, 1882 - Education |
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Page 55 - ... that all the instructors and teachers in the College, shall take pains to instill into the minds of the scholars the purest principles of morality, so that, on their entrance into active life, they may, from inclination and habit, evince benevolence towards their fellow creatures, and a love of truth, sobriety, and industry, adopting at the same time such religious tenets as their matured reason may enable them to prefer.
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Page 123 - I have been no less seriously perplexed to know by what practical measures the religious feeling, which is the essential basis of conduct, was to be kept up in the present utterly chaotic state of opinion on these matters without the use of the Bible.
Page 134 - If we work upon marble it will perish, if we work upon brass time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust, but if we work upon immortal souls, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of our fellowmen, we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten to all eternity.
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