Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XVII (1891)

Bent up, wrinkled, yellow-eyed, with long upper-lip, projecting jaws, retreating chin, still meek features, long arms, large flat hands with uncolored palms and slightly webbed fingers, it was impossible not to see in this old creature a hint of the gradations by which life climbs up through the lower natures to the highest human developments. We cannot tell such old women's ages because we do not understand the physiognomy of a race so unlike our own.
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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XVII (1891)

Was it to be supposed that this healthy young girl, with life throbbing all over her, could, without a miracle, be good according to the invalid pattern and formula?
And yet there were mysteries in human nature which pointed to some tremendous perversion of its tendencies,--to some profound, radical vice of moral constitution, native or transmitted, as you will have it, but positive, at any rate, as the leprosy, breaking out in the blood of races, guard them ever so carefully.
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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XVII (1891)

Is not a Creator bound to guard his children against the ruin which inherited ignorance might entail on them? Would it be fair for a parent to put into a child's hands the title-deeds to all its future possessions, and a bunch of matches? And are not men children, nay, babes, in the eye of Omniscience?--The minister grew bold in his questions. Had not he as good right to ask questions as Abraham?
This was the dangerous vein of speculation in which the Reverend Doctor Honeywood found himself involved, as a consequence of the suggestions forced upon him by old Sophy's communication.
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