Ihave travelled the length and breadth of alabama, mississippi and all the other southern states. on sweltering summer days and crisp autumn mornings i have looked at her beautiful churches with their spires pointing heavenward. i have beheld the impressive outlay of her massive religious education buildings. over and over again i have found myself asking: "who worships here? who is their god? where were their voices when the lips of governor barnett dripped with words of interposition and nullification? where were their voices of support when tired, bruised, and weary negro men and women decided to rise from the dark dungeons of complacency to the bright hills of creative protest? " part a: what is the purpose of paragraph 9 of the passage? to cause southern church leaders to reflect on their lack of action. to encourage others to visit southern states and churches. to lobby for the removal of governor barnett from state office. to describe the religious and moral practices of southern churches.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

In 150 words, explain what northup (in twelve years a slave) could have done to prevent being kidnapped by hamilton and brown.

Dogs make wonderful pets because they us stay happy and healthy. the topic sentence is "dogs make wonderful pets." , is this correct? i keep doubting myself.