concealed and quite out of their reach, has attracted them to the spot.—W. Furneaux, "Butterflies and Moths."
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"An Apology for My Twilight Rambles" was the original title of the tender hymn: "I love to steal away a while," by Phebe Hinsdale Brown. The story in a word is this: Phebe was left an orphan in her Canaan home (New York), and fell under the cruel care of a relative who caused her to grow up timid and retiring to a painful degree. Marrying Timothy H. Brown, she made her home for some time in Ellington, Conn., caring for a growing family. At sunset, one day, she stole away "from her cares for a little relief and for communion with God, in a rich neighbor's flower garden, which, indeed, was her favorite resort. Her trespass was reported to the mistress of the house, who accosted her with: "If you want anything, why don't you come in?" meaning, "Get out!" Next day, with a wounded spirit and filled with tears, holding her baby to her bosom, she wrote the lines above, nine stanzas in all, and sent them to the feminine churl who was so little of a neighbor and belied the odor of the flowers that blest her garden. (Text.)
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Sensitiveness to Pain—See Pain in Animals.
SENTIMENT, MIXED
In a home designed to get men and boys on their feet and become independent and self-supporting, there was found in the pocket of one of the boys the following poem:
I sometimes think it hardly fair
That I am here, while you are there.
Still I am perfectly aware
You might come here or I go there.
And I would just as soon be there
Or here; or have you here or there
So I suppose I scarcely care;
In fact, its neither here or there.
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SENTIMENT, USELESS
A gentleman was one day relating to a
Quaker a tale of deep distress, and concluded
very pathetically by saying, "I could
not but feel for him." "Verily, friend," replied
the Quaker, "thou didst right in that
thou didst feel for thy neighbor, but didst
thou feel in the right place—didst thou feel
in thy pocket?" (Text.)
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Sentiment versus Sentimentalism—See Feelings, Reserved.
Sentiments of a Dying Soldier—See Essentials.
SEPARATION
The South Sea islanders have a singular
tradition to account for the existence of the
dew. The legend relates that in the beginning
the earth touched the sky, that being
the golden age when all was beautiful and
glad; then some dreadful tragedy occurred,
the primal unity was broken up, the earth
and the sky were torn asunder as we see
them now, and the dew-drops of the morning
are the tears that nature sheds over the
sad divorce. (Text.)
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Seraphim—See Love Rather than Knowledge.
SERENITY IN LIFE
Oh, heart of mine, we shouldn't
Worry so!
What we've missed of calm we couldn't
Have, you know!
What we've met of stormy pain
We can better meet again,
If it blow.
For we know not every morrow
Can be sad;
So, forgetting all the sorrow
We have had,
Let us fold away our fears,
And through all the coming years
Just be glad. (Text.)
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SERMON, A BRIEF
The longest sermon on record was preached by the Rev. Isaac Barrow, a Puritan preacher of the seventeenth century, who once delivered a sermon in Westminster Abbey lasting three hours and a half; and the shortest sermon ever preached was perhaps the sermon which Doctor Whewell was fond of repeating from the text, "Man is born unto trouble as the sparks fly upward."
The sermon occupied barely a minute
