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“At that moment his soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there than of the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have to be gone through, I believe, by all young and brave souls, who must win their way through hero-worship to the worship of Him who is the King and Lord of heroes.”

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Book:Tom Brown's School Days
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Tom Brown's School Days

This classic novel offers a vivid portrayal of school life in a British public school, detailing the adventures, friendships, and challenges faced by Tom Brown and his peers. The story delves into themes of youthful innocence, the struggle for social status, and the transition from childhood to adulthood. more

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Thomas Hughes
Thomas Hughes

Thomas Hughes, a British author born on October 20, 1822, and died on March 22, 1896, is renowned for his historical novels and biographies. His most famous work, 'Tom Brown's School Days', is celebrated for its vivid narrative and critical analysis of the British public school education system. Hughes also wrote several biographies, including one on Charles Darwin. more

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