Zillah, The Child Medium: A Tale of Spiritualism

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Dix, Edwards & Company, 1857 - 298 pagina's

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Pagina 92 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Pagina 82 - Sabbath in the country ! The serene, peaceful Sabbath, the time of rest, God-given to man for purification and prayer ! In the city the day never seems so truly good, so infinitely holy, as in the country. The sweet sound of distant village bells, the sight of cattle, released from labor, browsing in contented herds in the quiet of green fields, the very chirp of the countless insects, and the innocent songs of the myriads of birds, all breathe of a Sabbath morality which, in great cities, is lost...
Pagina 179 - That she was very beautiful, no one would have hesitated to acknowledge, and yet it was a fierce, savage beauty, that made you tremble while you gazed. Her eyes were black, and as piercing in expression as any maniac's, alternately emitting sudden flashes of light that thrilled the beholder with dread, and glittering with the mild, innocent splendor of childhood.
Pagina 105 - Do what she would, Rachel could not bring herself to mention to any one Zillah's trance powers. She felt it to be almost a duty she owed the child herself; she was unwilling to expose her needlessly to the notoriety that must inevitably follow the disclosure.
Pagina 180 - ... childhood. She was very large, almost Amazonian in height, but this only added to the pride of her appearance. At a glance, you saw she was one of those women whom men very often admire most — yet never, by any chance, desire to marry. She had become entranced, and, standing at the outer edge of the mass of
Pagina 233 - White, freshly-fallen snow lay on the ground. It had come early that year, and many leaves were still hanging crimsoned on their boughs. The trees were loaded with light, fleecy fragments of snow, among which these brilliantly dyed leaves gleamed out in the sunshine, like blood on a woman's fair face.
Pagina 85 - God should dare to carry a countenance like that. The services began with slow, sonorous notes of prelude from the mellow-toned organ . Throughout the aisles of the little antique church, up to the very rafters, floated the rare, sobbing music, penetrating all hearts sensitive either to good or evil, with that delicate sorrow which Longfellow affirms —
Pagina 255 - Then the shadow deepened, fell, and she expired. It seemed as though the soul had been half freed, and, returning, gave evidence of that eternity which it but partially had entered ! " A woman's voice sobbing, at length broke the dreary silence. It-was Zillah's. My father rose, and, approaching her, said, " ' Zillah, be comforted ; death must come to all.

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