A Modern Chronicle
Macmillan, 1910 - 524 էջ
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Էջ 155 - Wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?
Էջ 58 - I made, thirty years back. My only excuse for giving them is that they are so singularly prophetic. The reminding tune (an old French chime which my father used to sing) is very simple and touching; and the old French words run thus: "Orleans, Beaugency! Notre Dame de Cleryl Vendome! Vendome! Quel chagrin, quel ennui De compter toute la nuit Les heures — Les heures!