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What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Harriet Beecher Stowe
Age: 85 †
Born: 1811
Born: June 14
Died: 1896
Died: July 1
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Litchfield (town)
Connecticut
Christopher Crowfield
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.
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the Lord gives good many things twice over but he don't give ye a mother but once.
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