Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Edwin Hubbell Chapinwas an American preacher and editor of the Christian Leader. He was also a poet, responsible for the poem Burial at Sea, which was the origin of a famous folk song, Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionClergyman
CountryUnited States of America
men jaundice littles
The unmerciful man is most certainly an unblessed man. His sympathies are all dried up; he is afflicted with a chronic jaundice, and lives timidly and darkly in a little, narrow rat-hole of distrust.
book mirrors dust
Books! The chosen depositories of the thoughts, the opinions, and the aspirations of mighty intellects; like wondrous mirrors that have caught and fixed bright images of souls that have passed away; like magic lyres, whose masters have bequeathed them to the world, and which yet, of themselves, ring with unforgotten music, while the hands that touched their chords have crumbled into dust. Books! they are the embodiments and manifestations of departed minds--the living organs through which those who are dead yet speak to us.
men evil vices
This is the essential evil of vice: it debases a man.
christian jesus heart
No one can truly see Christ, and drink in the influence of his character, and not be a Christian at heart.
evil overcoming way
The way to overcome evil is to love something that is good.
lying opportunity men
A small lie, if it actually is a lie, condemns a man as much as a big and black falsehood. If a man will deliberately cheat to the amount of a single cent, give him opportunity and he would cheat to any amount.
hurt adversity doe
Tribulation will not hurt you, unless as it too often does; it hardens you and makes you sour, narrow and skeptical
positive inward goodness
Goodness consists not in the outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are.
real lying block
Tomorrow may never come to us. We do not live in tomorrow. We cannot find it in any of our title-deeds. The man who owns whole blocks of real estate, and great ships on the sea, does not own a single minute of tomorrow. Tomorrow! It is a mysterious possibility, not yet born. It lies under the seal of midnight-behind the veil of glittering constellations.
lying father pride
Pride is the master sin of the devil, and the devil is the father of lies.
ocean inspiration heart
If you should take the human heart and listen to it, it would be like listening to a sea-shell; you would hear in it the hollow murmur of the infinite ocean to which it belongs, from which it draws its profoundest inspiration, and for which it yearns.
loss men challenges
The loss of fortune to a true man is but the trumpet challenge to renewed exertion, not the thunder stroke of destruction.
judging jewelry appearance
Do not judge from mere appearances...
weakness misery shame
If we would induce others to act virtuously, it will prove more effectual to show them their capacities than to expose their weakness--to attract them by a fairer ideal than to terrify them by pictures of misery and shame.