| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: as being at the disposal of the public--and, in short, my friends
have convinced me that a chaplain with a salary--a salary, you know--
is a very good thing, and I am happy to be able to come here and
vote for the appointment of Mr. Tyke, who, I understand, is an
unexceptionable man, apostolic and eloquent and everything of that kind--
and I am the last man to withhold my vote--under the circumstances,
you know."
"It seems to me that you have been crammed with one side of
the question, Mr. Brooke," said Mr. Frank Hawley, who was afraid
of nobody, and was a Tory suspicious of electioneering intentions.
"You don't seem to know that one of the worthiest men we have
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barlaam and Ioasaph by St. John of Damascus: by him, and without him was not anything made that was made:' and
one Holy Ghost, in whom are all things, `the Lord and Giver of
life,' God and making God, the good Spirit, the right Spirit,
'the Spirit the Comforter,' `the Spirit of adoption.' Of these
each person, severally, is God. As the Father is, so also is the
Son, and as the Son, so also the Holy Ghost. And there is one
God in three, one nature, one kingdom, one power, one glory, one
substance, distinct in persons, and so only distinct. One is the
Father, whose property it is not to have been begotten; one is
the only-begotten Son, and his property it is to have been
begotten; and one is the Holy Ghost, and his property it is that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson: who (she informed me) was 'a plenty good chap,' that she had
learned my language; and I could not but think how handsome she
must have been in these times of her youth, and could not but guess
that some memories of the dandy whaler-man prompted her attentions
to myself. Nor could I refrain from wondering what had befallen
her lover; in the rain and mire of what sea-ports he had tramped
since then; in what close and garish drinking-dens had found his
pleasure; and in the ward of what infirmary dreamed his last of the
Marquesas. But she, the more fortunate, lived on in her green
island. The talk, in this lost house upon the mountains, ran
chiefly upon Mapiao and his visits to the CASCO: the news of which
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