Story of His Life Told by HimselfHutchinson, 1898 - 432 sidor |
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Sida 79 - Then said He unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, Thus saith the Lord God: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live. "So I prophesied as He commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood upon their feet, an exceeding great army.
Sida 198 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Sida 79 - So I prophesied as I was commanded : and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to his bone. And when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up upon them, and the skin covered them above : but there was no breath in them.
Sida 275 - ... owned and edited by JE Matthew Vincent and not under any form of control by the union, reached a circulation of 35,000 a week at a time when it was reckoned that 80 per cent. of the farm workers could not read. The Labourers' Union Chronicle, as it was called, was described in its sub-title as : " An independent advocate of the British Toilers' Rights to Free Land, Freedom from Priestcraft and from the Tyranny of Capital," and its aims were declared to include the Franchise for Farm workers and...
Sida 98 - ... passionate singing of songs. Labourers in the centre and east of the country were soon marching and singing their own words to popular hymn and song tunes. They sang: O workmen awake, for the strife is at hand; With right on your side, then with hope firmly stand To meet your oppressors; go, fearlessly go, And stand like the brave, with your face to the foe.
Sida 69 - Union, they would have to fight hard for it, and they would have to suffer a great deal; both they and their families. They said the labourers were prepared both to fight and suffer. Things could not be worse; wages were so low, and provisions were so dear, that nothing but downright starvation lay before them unless the farmers could be made to raise their wages. Asking was of no use; it was nothing but waste of breath; so they must join together and strike, and hold out till the employers gave...
Sida v - To couple my name with that of Mr. Arch gives me no displeasure. I believe him to be an honest and good man. I believe, too, that the cause he has in hand is well founded ; and I confide in his using no means to promote it but such as are sanctioned by the law of God and the law of the land.
Sida 68 - I told many a man that, in the course of talk, but I was determined not to make any attempt to start the Union myself. I saw it was bound to come; but I also saw that the men themselves must ask me to help them. My part was to sit still and wait; about that I was clear; so I waited.
Sida 73 - I mounted an old pig-stool, and in the flickering light of the lanterns I saw the earnest upturned faces of these poor brothers of mine — faces gaunt with hunger and pinched with want — • all looking towards me and ready to listen to the words that would fall from my lips. These white slaves of England stood there with the darkness all about them, like the Children of Israel waiting for some one to lead them out of the land of Egypt.