Identifier: genealogyrecolle00moor (find matches)
Title: Genealogy and recollections
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Moore, A. A. (Albert Alfonzo), 1842-
Subjects: Moore family O'Melveny family Biggs family Moore, James, b. 1716
Publisher: San Francisco, Priv. print. by The Blair-Murdock company
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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oth as literature and faithfoundation. The grand imagery and apposite illus-tration of the Bible, all oriental, based on the physi-cal character of the countries in which scenes arelaid, and the modes of life there, with the loftygrandeur of the style, impressed me strongly in child-hood and my whole life has borne the impress. Onewho has seen the hot deserts bordering the valley ofold Nile and adjacent dreary rocky mountain wastescan appreciate the shadow of a great rock in a wearyland; that the conies are a feeble folk, made so byenvironment, and that surely the hart panteth forthe water brooks. With or without belief in re-vealed religion there is sad loss in general cultivationin neglect of Bible study. The prayers and songs offamily service and home life left lasting impressionof reverence, and loving recollection of the parents.Even the lullabies were religious. My mother oftenrecited tales and verse to me as I came from baby-hood to childhood, among which I chiefly remem- (loo)
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RECOLLECTIONS ber Tarn OShanters Ride, Lady of the Lake,Gilpins Ride, and sundry Mother Goose selec-tions, but when eyes grew heavy with the dark, themother sang Watchman, Tell Us of the Night,Jesus, Lover of My Soul, Sweet Hour of Prayer,and like sweet melodies of the time. Every Sundaymorning we stood and sang, under lead of the fathersvoice,— Safely through another week God hath brought us on our way.Let us now his blessing seekWaiting in his courts today. And then we kneeled in prayer. Always on themorning of the New Year, my father, as we stood,led us in the song,—I think it was called Laban—Come, let us anew our journey pursue,Roll round with the year and never stand stillTill the Master appear. The parents were not gloomy nor saddened by re-ligion. They were always good to us and took pleas-ure and pride in us. I love to think of their kindness,but, too, I love to contemplate them at religious serv-ice, their dear voices sounding in song and thankfulprayer. Their faith su

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