A Tangled Web
| Marmion | A Tangled Web | |||||
| 1 | Old Mortality | Edmond Powell had died of pneumonia in the training camp, but Barry Dark had his crowded hour of glorious life somewhere in France. | ||||
Nearer, My God to Thee |
Uncle Pippin absent-mindedly began to hum Nearer My God to Thee, but was squelched by a glare from William Y. Oswald Dark suddenly came to the open window and looked in at these foolish and distracted people. | |||||
| The Heart that can Feel for Another | Thus smiling at peril at sea or on shore We’ll box the old compass right cheerly, Pass the grog, boys, about, with a song or two more, Then we’ll drink to the girls we love dearly |
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| The Tear |
The man is doomed to sail With the blast of the gale Through billows attalantic to steer. As he bends o’er the wave Which may soon be his grave He remembers his home with a tear. |
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| The Pilgrim’s Progress | Margaret Penhallow was the only one whom nobody envied. She got Aunt Becky’s Pilgrim’s Progress, a very old, battered book. | |||||
| 2 | Ezekial 1:16 | Wheels within Wheels | ||||
| A Woman’s Shortcomings | Unless you can think when the song is done No other is soft in the rhythm, Unless you can feel when left by one That all other men go with him, Unless you can dream that his faith is fast In behoving or unbehoving, Unless you can die when the dream is past– Oh, never call it loving. |
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| Aurora | “No, ’tain’t. I think her name’s there at the bottom–Aurorer. Just a gal, that’s all.” | |||||
| Foxe’s Book of MartyrsThe Horrible Confession and Execution of John Murdoch | There were only two books in the lot he cared a hoot about, anyhow. Foxe’s Book of Martyrs and The Horrible Confession and Execution of John Murdoch (one of the Emigrants who lately left this country) who was hanged at Brockville (Upper Canada) on the 3rd day of September last for the inhuman Murder of His own brother. | |||||
| 3 | Twelfth Night |
Midsummer Madness | ||||
| The Night Has a Thousand Eyes |
“‘The mind has a thousand eyes’,” began Virginia–and finished the quotation. The trouble was she had quoted it so often before that it was rather stale to Donna. | |||||
| 4 | Unknown | The Moving Finger | ||||
| Ruth 1:16 | Determined to infuse a little sentiment into her acceptance, she merely sent him a copy of some Bible verse–Ruth’s immortal reply to Naomi. | |||||
| Mirage | Exceeding comfortless and worn and old For a dream’s sake. |
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| Unknown | Yes, the flames the link shall sever Their red tongues will never tell, When I’ve crossed the mystic river They will keep my secret well. |
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Last modified: January 10, 2009
