Pemaquid: a Story of Old Times in New England


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The structure of this book is altogether unique, and has a charm of its own. It is not a continuous narrative, but the characters are made to introduce themselves, and to portray the persons and incidents of the story from their several points of view, in language and coloring peculiar to themselves. Together they form a thoroughly individualized group, presenting strong contrasts, such as a Puritan village might easily have furnished seventy-five or a hundred years ago. The aim of the book, if aim there be, is to exhibit the religious type of the period at once in its strength and in its tenderness, and to show the power which a well-disciplined and chastened spirit has to subdue at last a most worldly and selfish nature. This is embodied in Squire Woodford. But the character which particularly attracts attention is Keziah Millet, the good-hearted, outspoken, energetic housekeeper, battling her way through manifold temptations, and trying "to live consistent"; provoking one to laughter and to tears at the same moment by her droll speeches, "saying her say out" often in "words of unmeant bitterness," and yet unstinted in her devotion to the welfare of others — altogether a rare creature, something like Mrs. Poyser in her originality. We shall not forget her soon. The story abounds in that delicate humor which plays through all of Mrs. Prentiss's writings, and is thoroughly religious in tone. We regard it as one of her best books. - Summary by The New-York Evangelist: Thursday, December 13, 1877 (9 hr 18 min)

Chapters

"The wicked flee when no man pursueth." 17:05 Read by Belinda Mc
"O what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive." 18:40 Read by ShrimpPhish
"The mind is its own place, an in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven." 17:52 Read by Belinda Mc
"Look on this picture, and on this." 19:51 Read by ShrimpPhish
"Oh, what a thing is man; how far from power, from settled peace and rest! He is some twenty several men, at least, every several hour." 12:33 Read by Belinda Mc
"He shall give His angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways." " Return, ye backsliding children, and I will heal your backslidings." 20:39 Read by ShrimpPhish
"The way of the wicked He turneth upside down." 18:05 Read by ShrimpPhish
Then steal away, give little warning. Choose thine own time, say not 'Good-night,' but in some brighter clime bid me 'Good-morning.'" 16:47 Read by ShrimpPhish
"As poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, and yet possessing all things." " The Pilgrims they lived in a large upper chamber, facing the sun rising. The name of the chamber was Peace." 19:18 Read by ShrimpPhish
"There is no peace, saith my God, for the wicked." 18:01 Read by ShrimpPhish
"Ah, if you knew what peace there is in an accepted sorrow." 20:39 Read by ShrimpPhish
"O what a sight were man, if his attire did alter with his mind; And if, like a dolphin's skin, his clothes combined to alter with his mind." 18:48 Read by ShrimpPhish
"He that wavereth is like a wave of the sea, driven by the wind, and tossed." 16:24 Read by ShrimpPhish
"The superfluous spirits of youth are like the coverings of some insects, which afford them food and support in their transition." 15:02 Read by ShrimpPhish
"One dupe is as impossible as one twin." 16:19 Read by ShrimpPhish
"It's all fuss, fuss, and stew, stew till you get somewhere, and then it's fuss, fuss, and stew, stew to get back again; jump here and scratch your eyes out, and jump there and scratch 'em in again — that 'are life." 14:13 Read by ShrimpPhish
"With devotion's visage, and pious action, we do sugar o'er the devil himself." "Be like the bird, that, halting in her flight awhile on boughs too slight. Feels them give way beneath her and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings." 14:01 Read by ShrimpPhish
"For they have sown the wind, and shall reap the whirlwind." 15:16 Read by ShrimpPhish
"Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee until seven times; but until seventy times seven." 15:21 Read by ShrimpPhish
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"Behold, all things are become new." 13:57 Read by ShrimpPhish
"I can call spirits from the vasty deep." "And will they come when you do call for them?" Sometimes they do. 13:45 Read by ShrimpPhish
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"Death is another life. We bow our heads at going out, we think, and enter straight another golden chamber of the King's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier." 14:45 Read by ShrimpPhish
"Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into here. Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here." 16:20 Read by ShrimpPhish
"Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking? Mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised? The strongest plume in wisdom's pinion is the memory of past folly!" 19:33 Read by ShrimpPhish
"And a little child shall lead them." 20:26 Read by ShrimpPhish
"All this, and heaven too?" 21:14 Read by ShrimpPhish
"L'absence diminue les petites amours et augmente les grandes passions, comme le vent qui éteint les bougies et qui rallume le feu!" 19:38 Read by ShrimpPhish
"Meeting thus upon the threshold going out and coming in; Going out unto the triumph, coming in unto the fight; Coming in unto the darkness, going out unto the light!" "The years of old age are stalls in the cathedral of life, in which for aged men to sit and listen, and meditate, and be patient till the service is over, and in which they may get themselves ready to say Amen at last, with all their hearts, and souls, and strength." 12:57 Read by ShrimpPhish
Chapter XXXI 18:52 Read by ShrimpPhish
Chapter XXXII 11:02 Read by ShrimpPhish