| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: our liberties and endanger our religion. The administration of
Sir Edmund Andros lacked scarcely a single characteristic of
tyranny: a Governor and Council, holding office from the King,
and wholly independent of the country; laws made and taxes levied
without concurrence of the people immediate or by their
representatives; the rights of private citizens violated, and the
titles of all landed property declared void; the voice of
complaint stifled by restrictions on the press; and, finally,
disaffection overawed by the first band of mercenary troops that
ever marched on our free soil. For two years our ancestors were
kept in sullen submission by that filial love which had
Twice Told Tales |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy: these still numbering less than thirty-three.
He wore a shade over his eyes, and his face was pensive
and lined; but, though these bodily features were marked
with decay there was no defect in the tones of his voice,
which were rich, musical, and stirring. He stated that
his discourses to people were to be sometimes secular,
and sometimes religious, but never dogmatic; and that
his texts would be taken from all kinds of books.
This afternoon the words were as follows:--
"'And the king rose up to meet her, and bowed himself unto her,
and sat down on his throne, and caused a seat to be set
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: And those children did not do things by one hours.
And those children did not wash their hands in little white basins
sitting in rows on long back gallery benches.
It was strange to Bessie Bell that those children did not sit in
rows to eat tiny cakes with caraway seeds in them while Sister
Angela sat on the bench under the great magnolia-tree and looked at
the row of little girls.
It was so very strange to Bessie Bell that these children wore all
sorts of clothes--all sorts! Not just blue dresses, and blue checked
aprons.
And Bessie Bell knew, too, that those little girls in all sorts of
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