And thus they sang their mysterious duo, sang of their nameless hope, their death-in-love, their union unending, lost forever in t...he embrace of night's magic kingdom. O sweet night, everlasting night of love! Land of blessedness whose frontiers are infinite!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The attention of those who frequent the camp-meetings at Eastham is said to be divided between the preaching of the Methodists and... the preaching of the billows on the back side of the Cape, for they all stream over here in the course of their stay. I trust that in this case the loudest voice carries it. With what effect may we suppose the ocean to say, "My hearers!" to the multitude on the bank. On that side some John N. Maffit; on this, the Reverend Poluphloisboios Thalassa.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »