December 2009 - Controlcambios-bdoo

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by Fleegle 31 Dec '09

31 Dec '09

D attested by one, who (whosoever he was) was in close touch with his Master's life, and had drunk deeply of His spirit. In the general tone and trend of these writings we find abundant materials for what may be called the Ethics of Jesus. It is true, no sharp line can be drawn between His religious and moral teaching. But, taking Ethics in its gener

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by Humbles Teegarden 29 Dec '09

29 Dec '09

arms of one of the green-bronze guards. Recovering instantly, he prodded the big fellow's ribs with the ray pistol. "Stick 'em up!" he snarled. Then, realizing the words were meaningless to the other, he

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by Decena Johnikins 27 Dec '09

27 Dec '09

of summer's loud shower, On the dome of the sky God is striking the hour! Shall we falter before what we've prayed for so long, When the Wrong is so weak, and the Right is so strong? Come forth all together! come old and come young, Freedom's vote in each hand, and her song on each tongue; Truth naked is stronger than Falsehood in mail; The Wrong cannot prosper, the Right cannot fail. Like leaves of the summer once numbered the foe, But the hoar-frost is falling, the northern winds blow; Like leaves of November erelong shall they fall, For earth wearies of them, and God's over all! WHAT OF THE DAY? Written during the stirring weeks when the great political battle for Freedom under Fremont's leadership was permitting strong hope of success,--a hope overshadowed and solemnized by a sense of the magnitude of the barbaric evil, and a forecast of the unscrupulous and desperate use of all its powers in the last and decisive struggle. A SOUND of tumult troubles all the air, Like the low thunders of

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by Galin Belardo 19 Dec '09

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by Shiels 17 Dec '09

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by Bolfa 14 Dec '09

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by Scalisi 09 Dec '09

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by Servano 09 Dec '09

09 Dec '09

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by Ngvyen Marze 08 Dec '09

08 Dec '09

Ed, until mass is again daily said within these consecrated walls, and finally until San Carlos of Carmelo is again a worthier Carmel, "for the greater honor and glory of God" and the praises of His Virgin Mother once more are sung about this smiling valley where the Christian Indian children gathered the beautiful wild flowers of the blooming meadows to adorn the hallowed shrines, ere chimed the Angelus at evenings mellow glow. Chapter IX Reverend Raymond M. Mestres of Monterey Writes Historical Drama--"Fray Junipero" Beautiful among beautiful historical dramas is the mission play "Fray Junipero" written by Reverend Raymond Mestres, pastor of San Carlos Church (Capilla Real de San Carlos) of Monterey. Many men and women have undertaken to write about mission times, but we may safely assert that this good priest so unassuming in what he does, is above all qualified to handle this subject, being first of all a religious, a native of Barcelona, the Metropolis of the Province of Catalonia, which can claim Junipero Serra and so many of the early Spanish missionaries, explorers and settlers, and being too an artist and scholar in every way acquainted with the history of the missions, having made it a special study during his twenty-seven years of residence (as a priest) in four mission towns of California, twenty-one of which have been spent in that chief of mission towns, Monterey. Unbiased, careful of detail and true to history, while not wanting in artistic setting "Fray Junipero" carries the audience in Act I back to the College of Fernando, when Junipero Serra received his commission to come to California as Father Pre

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by July Hormell 06 Dec '09

06 Dec '09

Room of the chamber, madam, but not as a footman. _Mrs. Sul_. I suppose you served as footman before? _Arch_. For that reason I would not serve in that post again; for my memory is too weak for the load of messages that the ladies lay upon their servants in London. My Lady Howd'ye, the last mistress I served, called me up one morning, and told me, 'Martin, go to my Lady Allnight with my humble service; tell her I was to wait on her ladyship yesterday, and left word with Mrs. Rebecca, that the preliminaries of the affair she knows of, are stopped till we know the concurrence of the person that I know of, for which there are circumstances wanting which we shall accommodate at the old place; but that in the meantime there is a person about her ladyship, that from several hints and surmises, was accessory at a certain time to the disappointments that naturally attend things, that to her knowledge are of more importance--' {191} _Mrs. Sul_., _Dor_. Ha! ha! ha! where are you going, sir? _Arch_. Why, I han't half done!--The whole howd'ye was about half an hour long; so I happened to misplace two syllables, and was turned off, and rendered incapable. _Dor_. [_Aside to Mrs. Sullen_.] The pleasantest fellow, sister, I ever saw!--[_To Archer_.] But, friend, if your master be married, I presume you still serve a lady? _Arch_. No, madam, I take care never to come into a married family; the commands of the master and mistress are always so contrary, that 'tis impossible to please both. {203} _Dor_. There's a main point gained: my lord is not married, I find. [_Aside_. _Mrs. Sul_. But I wonder, friend, that in so many good services, you had not a better provision made for you.

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