The young woman's companion; or, Female instructor [by J.A. Stewart].

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Bartlett and Newman, 1814

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Página 267 - God so loved the world, as to give his only begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in him may not perish, but have life everlasting.
Página 550 - And withal they learn to be idle, wandering about from house to house; and not only idle, but tattlers also and busybodies, speaking things which they ought not.
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Página 424 - Stop thief, stop thief — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute, And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space, The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Página 49 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
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