Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 42Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1871 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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Página 188 - if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. O God ! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust.
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Página 188 - I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.