The Life of Col. James Gardiner: Who was Slain at the Battle of Prestopans, September 21, 1745Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1825 - 228 pages |
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... , made a sign for something to drink . They gave him a sup of some spirituous liquor which happened to be at hand , by which he said he found a more sensible refreshment than he could remember from anything he had BATTLE OF RAMILLIES . 15.
... , made a sign for something to drink . They gave him a sup of some spirituous liquor which happened to be at hand , by which he said he found a more sensible refreshment than he could remember from anything he had BATTLE OF RAMILLIES . 15.
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... gave him his sign - manual , entitling him to the first majority that should become vacant in any regiment of horse or dragoons , which happened , about five years after , to be in Croft's regiment of dragoons , in which he received a ...
... gave him his sign - manual , entitling him to the first majority that should become vacant in any regiment of horse or dragoons , which happened , about five years after , to be in Croft's regiment of dragoons , in which he received a ...
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... gave no inconsiderable proof of the dependence which he had upon him , when , in the beginning of 1715 , he entrusted him with the important dispatches relating to a discovery which , by a series of admirable policy , he had made of a ...
... gave no inconsiderable proof of the dependence which he had upon him , when , in the beginning of 1715 , he entrusted him with the important dispatches relating to a discovery which , by a series of admirable policy , he had made of a ...
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... gave occasion for some humor- ous people to say , that old Louis , after all , was killed by a Briton . But if this story be true , ( which I think there can be no room to doubt , as the colonel , from whom I have often heard it ...
... gave occasion for some humor- ous people to say , that old Louis , after all , was killed by a Briton . But if this story be true , ( which I think there can be no room to doubt , as the colonel , from whom I have often heard it ...
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... gave him great opportunities of indulging himself in these excesses ; and his good spirits enabled him to pursue his pleasures . of every kind in so alert and sprightly a manner , that multitudes envied him , and called him , by a ...
... gave him great opportunities of indulging himself in these excesses ; and his good spirits enabled him to pursue his pleasures . of every kind in so alert and sprightly a manner , that multitudes envied him , and called him , by a ...
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Page 191 - Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name With my last labouring breath; Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms, The antidote of death.
Page 190 - He comes the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.
Page 190 - Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
Page 187 - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Page 189 - He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor.
Page 85 - I also heard the men themselves, that they sang with a loud voice, saying, " Blessing, honour, and glory, and power be to Him that sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb, for ever and ever.
Page 207 - He saw a party of the foot, who were then bravely fighting near him, and whom he was ordered to support, had no officer to head them ; upon which he said eagerly, in the hearing of the person from whom I had this account, "These brave fellows will be cut to pieces for want of a commander...
Page 38 - ... whom he was to attend exactly at twelve. The company broke up about eleven ; and not judging it convenient to anticipate the time appointed, he went into his chamber to kill the tedious hour, perhaps with some amusing book, or some other way. But it very accidentally happened, that he took up a religious book, which his good mother or aunt had, without his knowledge, slipped into his portmanteau. It was called, if I remember the title exactly, The Christian Soldier, or Heaven taken by Storm,...
Page 86 - O my God, my soul is cast down within me : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Page 133 - My God, I feel the mournful scene ; My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; And fain my pity would reclaim, And snatch the firebrands from the flame. But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves ; Thine own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy.