February 16, 2008
Poetry
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“To Remember Me – I will live forever”
by Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
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February 14, 2008
Collectible
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ON AUCTION
The Popes and Science
The History of the Papal Relations to Science During the Middle Ages and Down to Our Own Time
by
James J. Walsh
1911 Knights of Columbus Edition-(40,000)
Published 1911 by the Fordham University Press
Complete 1908 Dedication to Pope Pius X Present on the 4th Flyleaf in Publishers Ink
Very Good/None
Tall 12mo in Dark Red Cloth Hardcover,,Gilt Motif Center Front Cover Lettered at the Spine,Complete in 431 Pages + Ads at the Rear
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February 11, 2008
Antiquarian
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The History Of Nations Complete Set With Index

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The History Of Nations
Henry Cabot Lodge,Ph.D.,LL.D. Editor In Chief
Complete 25 Volume Set Including Index
Published 1936 by P.F. Collier & Son
This Is The Memorial Edition
Illustrated in Color and Black and White and Text Maps
8-3/4″ Tall
A Complete Set
Volumes by Title and Number:
- Ancient Empires
- Greece
- Rome
- Italy
- India/Persia
- China
- Japan
- Spain/Portugal
- France
- The French Revolution
- England
- Ireland/Scotland
- Holland/Belgium/Switzerland
- Turkey/The Balkans
- Russia/Poland/Baltic States
- Norway/Sweden/Denmark
- Austria/Hungary/Czechoslovakia
- Germany
- Africa
- Colonies/Dominions/Mandates
- South America
- Mexico/Central America/West Indies
- United States-Volume 1
- United States-Volume 2
- General Index
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February 9, 2008
Poetry
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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
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February 8, 2008
Poetry
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Books are my first love, I’m so proud to read;
They give me knowledge and help life to lead;
Hours, days just pass by, by reading life-time;
Life would not be worth, if not for my rhyme.
Great are those people who write books all life;
Burning just candles, with Goose-quills in strife;
Tired of writing though day-long or night,
They keep on writing in such a bad light.
Books serve a great cause; their value can’t cease;
It takes years to write but reading is ease;
Book-makers struggle to print a few books;
And keep spending time to, improve their looks.
Some find their way to libraries in town;
Some remain untouched and nev’r taken down;
Silver-fish, Moths eat the books that are old;
Some are gone obsolete, some sold like gold.
Some are in tatters and must be rebound;
Books are Man’s best friends where solace is found;
Reading for long hours, does help you to learn;
Books give much knowledge and wisdom to men.
Read books with great care whose weight is in gold;
Serve generations though they may be old;
Source of much Info, deserving respect;
Books are life-partners whom you ne’er reject!
Dr John Celes
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