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The Academic Questions,
Treatise De Finibus.
and
Tusculan Disputations
Of
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Transcribed from the 1887 Tomas Y. Crowell "What to do?" edition by David
Price, email [email protected]
ON THE SIGNIFICANCE OF SCIENCE AND ART--FROM "WHAT TO DO?"
ON THE SIGNIFICANCE OF SCIENCE AND ART.
CHAPTER I.
... {169} The justification of all persons who have freed themselves
from toil is now founded on experimental, positive science. The
scientific theory is as follows:--
"For the study of the laws of life of human societies, there exists but
one indubitable method,--the positive, experimental, critical method
"Only sociology, founded on biology, founded on all the positive
sciences, can give us the laws of humanity. Humanity, or human
communities, are the organisms already prepared, or still in process of
formation, and which are subservient to all the laws of the evolution of
organisms.
"One of the chief of these laws is the variation of destination among the
portions of the organs. Some people command, others obey. If some have
in superabundance, and others in want, this arises not from the will of
God, not because the empire is a form of manifestation of personality,
but because in societies, as in organisms, division of labor becomes
indispensable for life as a whole. Some people perform the muscular
labor in societies; others, the mental labor."
Upon this doctrine is founded the prevailing justification of our time.
Not long ago, their reigned in the learned, cultivated world, a moral
philosophy, according to which it appeared that every thing which exists
is reasonable; that there is no such thing as evil or good; and that it
is unnecessary for man to war against evil, but that it is only necessary
for him to display intelligence,--one man in the military service,
another in the judicial, another on the violin. There have been many and
varied expressions of human wisdom, and these phenomena were known to the
men of the nineteenth century. The wisdom of Rousseau and of Lessing,
and Spinoza and Bruno, and all the wisdom of antiquity; but no one man's
wisdom overrode the crowd. It was impossible to say even this,--that
Hegel's success was the result of the symmetry of this theory. There
were other equally symmetrical theories,--those of Descartes, Leibnitz,
Fichte, Schopenhauer. There was but one reason why this doctrine won for
itself, for a season, the belief of the whole world; and this reason was,
that the deductions of that philosophy winked at people's weaknesses.
These deductions were summed up in this,--that every thing was
reasonable, every thing good; and that no one was to blame.
When I began my career, Hegelianism was the foundation of every thing. It
was floating in the air; it was expressed in newspaper and periodical
articles, in historical and judicial lectures, in novels, in treatises,
in art, in sermons, in conversation. The man who was not acquainted with
Hegal had no right to speak. Any one who desired to understand the truth
studied Hegel. Every thing rested on him. And all at once the forties
passed, and there was nothing left of him. There was not even a hint of
him, any more than if he had never existed. And the most amazing thing
of all was, that Hegelianism did not fall because some one overthrew it
or destroyed it. No! It was the same then as now, but all at once it
appeared that it was of no use whatever to the learned and cultivated
world.
There was a time when the Hegelian wise men triumphantly instructed the
masses; and the crowd, understanding nothing, blindly believed in every
thing, finding confirmation in the fact that it was on hand; and they
believed that what seemed to them muddy and contradictory there on the
heights of philosophy was all as clear as the day. But that time has
gone by. That theory is worn out: a new theory has presented itself in
its stead. The old one has become useless; and the crowd has looked into
the secret sanctuaries of the high priests, and has seen that there is
nothing there, and that there has been nothing there, save very obscure
and senseless words. This has taken place within my memory.
"But this arises," people of the present science will say, "from the fact
that all that was the raving of the theological and metaphysical period;
but now there exists positive, critical science, which does not deceive,
since it is all founded on induction and experiment. Now our erections
are not shaky, as they formerly were, and only in our path lies the
solution of all the problems of humanity."
But the old teachers said precisely the same, and they were no fools; and
we know that there were people of great intelligence among them. And
precisely thus, within my memory, and with no less confidence, with no
less recognition on the part of the crowd of so-called cultivated people
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The Cambridge Manuals of Science and Literature
THE FLEA
CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS
London: FETTER LANE, E.C.
C. F. CLAY, MANAGER
[Illustration: LOGO]
Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET
London: H. K. LEWIS, 136, GOWER STREET, W.C.
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[Illustration:
_After a drawing by Dr Jordan_
Oriental rat-flea (_Xenopsylla cheopis_ Rothsch.). Male.]
[Illustration; DECORATED FRONT PAGE:
THE FLEA
BY
HAROLD RUSSELL,
B.A., F.Z.S., M.B.O.U.
With nine illustrations
Cambridge:
at the University Press
1913]
Cambridge
PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A.
AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS
_With the exception of the coat of arms at the foot, the design on
the title page is a reproduction of one used by the earliest known
Cambridge printer, John Siberch, 1521_
PREF
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THE WEST INDIES
_By the same Artist._
MOROCCO
containing 74 full-page reproductions
in colour of MR. A. S. FORREST’S
pictures.
TEXT BY S. L. BENSUSAN.
_Price 20s. Net._
[Illustration: COMING FROM MASS, ST. LUCIA
THE WEST INDIES
PAINTED BY A. S. FORREST
DESCRIBED BY JOHN
HENDERSON · PUBLISHED
BY ADAM AND CHARLES
BLACK · LONDON · MCMV
[Illustration]
Contents
CHAP. PAGE
I. HISTORICAL 1
II. JAMAICA 11
III. THE TOWN OF KINGSTON 27
IV. THE PEOPLE OF JAMAICA 41
V. THE PHILOSOPHY OF A JAMAICAN GAMIN 57
VI. THE DEVOTION OF THE JAMAICAN <DW64> 65
VII. TURTLE FISHING 73
VIII. THE WOMEN OF WILD MAN STREET 81
IX. THE WEST INDIAN ARMY 89
X. A WEST INDIAN COURT HOUSE 99
XI. THE MILITARY CAMP AT NEWCASTLE 107
XII. THE RECREATIONS OF THE BLACK MAN 115
XIII. THE DANDY AND THE COQUETTE 127
XIV. BOG WALK 135
XV. THE POLITICS OF A JAMAICAN <DW64> 143
XVI. THE WHITE MAN’S POLITICS 155
XVII. THE RAILWAY IN JAMAICA 163
XVIII. ALLIGATOR SHOOTING IN A WEST INDIAN SWAMP 171
XIX. COMMERCIAL JAMAICA 181
XX. THE FLORA OF JAMAICA 193
XXI. A WEST INDIAN RACE-COURSE 201
XXII. THE HILL STATIONS 211
XXIII. A FRAGMENT 219
XXIV. MATTERS OF INTEREST TO TOURISTS 227
XXV. CERTAIN THINGS THE WEST INDIAN TOURIST MUST NOT DO 237
XXVI. THE CARIBBEAN GROUP 243
XXVII. HAYTI 257
XXVIII. IN CONCLUSION 265
List of Illustrations
1. Coming from Mass, St. Lucia _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
2. Lightermen, off Barbadoes 4
3. Sunrise over the Hills, Jamaica 8
4. Castries Bay, St. Lucia 12
5. Kingston Harbour and Port Henderson 16
6. Constant Spring, Jamaica 18
7. A <DW64> 22
8. A Street in Kingston, Jamaica 26
9. An Old Gateway, Kingston 30
10. A Fruit-Seller on a Side-Walk, Kingston 34
11. The Tobacco Market, Kingston 38
12. A Market Woman, Jamaica 40
13. An Old Woman 44
14. Cocoanut Palms, Falmouth, Jamaica 46
15. A Milkmaid, Barbadoes 48
16. Waiting Maids 52
17. Diving Boys, Kingston 56
18. Diving Boys, off Barbadoes 60
19. Going to Church 64
20. A Gingerbread-seller, St. Lucia 70
21. The Turtle Wharf, Kingston, Jamaica 72
22. Boats off Dominica 76
23. Night, Anotta Bay, Jamaica 80
24. A <DW52> Girl 84
25. A Soldier of the West Indian Regiment 88
26. A Tropical Landscape near Castleton 92
27. Outside a West Indian Court House 98
28. A <DW64> Nurse with Chinese Children, Jamaica 104
29. Tropical Rain 106
30. A House on the Hills 110
31. Going to Work, Barbadoes 114
32. Rosie, a Jamaican Negress 120
33. Countrywoman going to Market, Barbadoes 124
34. A Martinique Lady 126
35. On the Road to Market, Jamaica 132
36. A House near the Bog Walk, Jamaica 134
37. Dry Harbour, Jamaica 138
38. Sunset, North Coast, Jamaica 144
39. On the Beach, Barbadoes 148
40. Off Trinidad 150
41. Steamers unloading, Barbadoes 154
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(1) Numbers following letters (without space) like C2 were originally
printed in subscript. Letter subscripts are preceded by an
underscore, like C_n.
(2) Characters following a carat (^) were printed in superscript.
(3) Side-notes were relocated to function as titles of their respective
paragraphs.
(4) Macrons and breves above letters and dots below letters were not
inserted.
(5) [int] stands for the integral symbol; [alpha], [beta], etc. for
greek letters and [oo] for infinity.
(6) The following typographical errors have been corrected:
ARTICLE FORESTS AND FORESTRY: "These trees will all be of
increasing importance." 'will' amended from 'wil'.
ARTICLE FORM : "All perception is necessarily conditioned by pure
'forms of sensibility,' i.e. space and time: whatever is perceived
is perceived as having spacial and temporal relations (see SPACE
AND TIME; KANT)."'spacial' amended from'special'.
ARTICLE FORMOSA: "The vegetation of the island is characterized by
tropical luxuriance,--the mountainous regions being clad with dense
forest, in which various species of palms, the camphor-tree (Laurus
Camphora), and the aloe are conspicuous."'mountainous' amended
from'moutainous'.
ARTICLE FORMOSA: "... in 1624 they built a fort, Zelandia, on the
east coast, where subsequently rose the town of Taiwan, and the
settlement was maintained for thirty-seven years." 'thirty' amended
from 'thrity'.
ARTICLE FORSTER, JOHANN GEORG ADAM: "At Cassel Forster formed an
intimate friendship with the great anatomist Sommerring, and about
the same time made the acquaintance of Jacobi, who gave him a
leaning towards mysticism from which he subsequently emancipated
himself."'subsequently' amended from'subequently'.
ARTICLE FORTIFICATION AND SIEGECRAFT: "At the sieges of Tyre and
Jerusalem by Nebuchadnezzar in 587 B.C. we first find mention of
the ram and of movable towers placed on mounds to overlook the
walls." 'Nebuchadnezzar' amended from 'Nebuchadrezzar'.
ARTICLE FORTIFICATION AND SIEGECRAFT: "The Germanic Confederation
reinforced Mainz with improved works, and reorganized entirely
Rastatt and Ulm." 'entirely' amended from 'enentirely'.
ARTICLE FORTIFICATION AND SIEGECRAFT: "For the fate of the fortress
must depend ultimately on the result of the operations of the
active armies." 'ultimately' amended from 'utlimately'.
ARTICLE FOSCOLO, UGO: "... found their final resting-place beside
the monuments of Machiavelli and Alfieri, of Michelangelo and
Galileo, in Italy's Westminster Abbey, the church of Santa Croce."
'Machiavelli' amended from 'Macchiavelli'.
ARTICLE FOSSANO: "It appears as a commune in 1237, but in 1251 had
to yield to Asti. It finally surrendered in 1314 to Filippo
d'Acaia, whose successor handed it over to the house of Savoy."
'Filippo' amended from 'Fillippo'.
ARTICLE FOURIER'S SERIES: "Besides Dini's treatise already referred
to, there is a lucid treatment of the subject from an elementary
point of view in C. Neumann's treatise, Uber die nach Kreis-,
Kugel- und Cylinder-Functionen fortschreitenden Entwickelungen."
'subject' amended from'subejct'.
ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA
A DICTIONARY OF ARTS, SCIENCES, LITERATURE
AND GENERAL INFORMATION
ELEVENTH EDITION
VOLUME X, SLICE VI
Foraminifera to Fox, Edward
ARTICLES IN THIS SLICE:
FORAMINIFERA FORT LEE
FORBACH FORT MADISON
FORBES, ALEXANDER PENROSE FORTROSE
FORBES, ARCHIBALD FORT SCOTT
FORBES, DAVID FORT SMITH
FORBES, DUNCAN FORTUNA
FORBES, EDWARD FORTUNATIANUS, ATILIUS
FORBES, JAMES DAVID FORTUNATUS
FORBES, SIR JOHN FORTUNATUS, VENANTIUS CLEMENTIANUS
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text is surrounded by _underscores_.]
TESSA
Our Little Italian Cousin
THE
Little Cousin Series
(TRADE MARK)
Each volume illustrated with six or more full-page plates in
tint. Cloth, 12mo, with decorative cover,
per volume, 60 cents
LIST OF TITLES
BY MARY HAZELTON WADE
(unless otherwise indicated)
=Our Little African Cousin=
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By Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
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By Blanche McManus
=Our Little Armenian Cousin=
=Our Little Australian Cousin=
By Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
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By Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
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=Our Little Chinese Cousin=
By Isaac Taylor Headland
=Our Little Cuban Cousin=
=Our Little Dutch Cousin=
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=Our Little Egyptian Cousin=
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By Blanche McManus
=Our Little Siamese Cousin=
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By Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
=Our Little Swedish Cousin=
By Claire M. Coburn
=Our Little Swiss Cousin=
=Our Little Turkish Cousin=
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TESSA
Our Little Italian Cousin
By Mary Hazelton Wade
_Illustrated by_ L. J. Bridgman
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Boston
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_Copyright, 1903_
BY L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
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Published, July, 1903
Fifth Impression, June, 1908
Sixth Impression, November, 1909
Seventh Impression, August, 1910
Preface
MANY people from other lands have crossed the ocean to make a new home
for themselves in America. They love its freedom. They are happy here
under its kindly rule. They suffer less from want and hunger than in the
country of their birthplace.
Their children are blessed with the privilege of attending fine schools
and with the right to learn about this wonderful world, side by side
with the sons and daughters of our most successful and wisest people.
Among these newer-comers to America are the Italians, many of whom will
never again see their own country, of which they are still so justly
proud. They will tell you it is a land of wonderful beauty; that it has
sunsets so glorious that both artists and poets try to picture them for
us again and again; that its history is that of a strong and mighty
people who once held rule over all the civilized world; that thousands
of travellers visit its shores every year to look upon its paintings and
its statues, for it may truly be called the art treasure-house of the
world.
When you meet your little Italian cousins, with their big brown eyes and
olive skins, whether it be in school or on the street, perhaps you will
feel a little nearer and more friendly if you turn your attention for a
while to their home, and the home of the brave and wise Columbus who
left it that he might find for you in the far West your own
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[Illustration: _The Fairy Violet's introduction to the Fire-King._]
HOW THE FAIRY VIOLET
LOST AND WON
HER WINGS.
BY MARIANNE L. B. KER.
_Author of "Eva's Victory," "Sybil Grey," &c._
ILLUSTRATED BY J. A. MARTIN.
[Illustration]
LONDON:
GRIFFITH AND FARRAN, ST. PAUL'S CHURCH YARD.
1872.
HOW THE FAIRY VIOLET
LOST AND WON HER WINGS.
The Fairy Violet lived in the heart of a beautiful forest, where,
through the glad spring months, the sun shone softly, and the bright
flowers bloomed, and now and then the gentle rain fell in silver drops
that made every green thing on which they rested fresher and more
beautiful still. At the foot of a stately oak nestled a clump of
violets, and it was there the wee fairy made her home. She wore a robe
of deep violet, and her wings, which were of the most delicate gauze,
glistened like dew-drops in the sun. All day long she was busy at work
tending her flowers, bathing them in the fresh morning dew, painting
them anew with her delicate fairy brush, or loosening the clay when it
pressed too heavily upon their fragile roots; and at night she joined
the elves in their merry dance upon the greensward. She was not alone in
the great forest; near her were many of her sister fairies, all old
friends and playmates. There was the Fairy Primrose in a gown of pale
yellow, and Cowslip, who wore a robe of the same colour, but of a deeper
shade. There was the graceful Bluebell, and the wild Anemone, the
delicate Woodsorrel, and the Yellow Kingcup. The Fairy Bluebell wore a
robe the colour of the sky on a calm summer's day, Anemone and
Woodsorrel were clad in pure white, while Kingcup wore a gown of bright
amber. One day, as the Fairy Violet was resting from the noonday heat on
the open leaves of her favourite flower, a noisy troop of boys, just set
free from school, came dashing at full speed through the forest. "Hallo!
there is a nest in that tree," cried one, and he trod ruthlessly on the
violets as he sprang up the trunk of the ancient oak. The Fairy Violet
was thrown to the ground, with a shock that left her for a time stunned
and motionless. When she recovered, the boys were gone, and the flower
in which she had been resting lay crushed and dying on the ground.
Filled with tender pity at the sight, Fairy Violet hastened to tend her
wounded charge, taking no thought for her own injuries. "Dear Violet, be
comforted," she whispered softly, as she raised the drooping flower from
the ground; "I will try to make you well." Then she took her fairy
goblet and fetched a few drops of dew from a shady place which the sun
had not yet reached, to revive the fainting flower, and bound up the
broken stem with a single thread of her golden hair. But it was all in
vain, and the fairy, after wrapping an acorn in soft moss, and placing
it for a pillow beneath the head of the fast fading Violet, left it to
try her skill on the other flowers. A faint fragrance from the dying
flower thanked her, as she turned sadly away to pursue her labour of
love. It was not till she had raised and comforted all the drooping
flowers and bound up their wounds, that the Fairy Violet thought of
herself. Then she discovered that her delicate gossamer wings were
gone! Evidently they had been caught on a crooked stick as she fell to
the ground and torn violently off, for there the remnants now hung,
shrivelled and useless, flapping in the breeze. At this sight the
hapless fairy threw herself by the side of the now withered Violet, and
wept bitterly. When spring and the spring flowers were gone, and their
work was ended, Violet and her sister fairies had been wont to spread
their wings and fly back to fairy-land, to report to the Queen what they
had done, and to receive from her reward or blame, according as they had
performed their task well or ill. Now this happy prospect was over for
poor Violet. "I shall never see fairy-land again!" she murmured, and
wept anew at the thought.
The violets whom she had tended so lovingly were very sorry for her
grief, and shook their heads gently in the breeze, till their fragrance
filled the air, and stole softly round the weeping fairy. But though
they comforted, they could not help her. Presently she rose, and glided
swiftly through the tall grass, till she reached the flower where the
blue robed fairy was resting after her day's work.
"Oh, sister Blue Bell," she cried, "I have lost my wings! Where shall I
get another pair, that I may fly back to fairy-land with you and my
sisters when our work is done?" Then Bluebell shook her head
sorrowfully, till all her sweet bells chimed--"I am sorry! I am sorry!"
but she could not help her sister Violet.
"Perhaps Cowslip will know," she suggested.
But Cowslip bade her try what Woodsorrel would say, and Woodsorrel
thought perhaps Kingcup might know, so Violet went about from one to
another, till she was ready to cry again with vexation.
Then all the fairies gathered round her and tried to comfort her.
"Let us ask the owl that sits in the hollow
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THE BOOK
OF
BRAVE OLD BALLADS.
Illustrated with Sixteen Engravings,
FROM DRAWINGS BY JOHN GILBERT.
"_I never heard the old song of Percie and Douglas, that I found not
my heart moved more than with a trumpet._"--SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
LONDON: WARD, LOCK, AND TYLER, WARWICK HOUSE, PATERNOSTER ROW.
LONDON: PRINTED BY J. OGDEN AND CO., 172, ST. JOHN STREET, E.C.
[Illustration: THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE.]
CONTENTS.
PAGE
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 1
THE CHILDE OF ELLE 17
ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY--
Part the First 30
Part the Second 43
Part the Third 55
SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE 74
THE FROLICKSOME DUKE; OR, THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE 82
THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY CHASE 89
KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH 106
THE HEIR OF LINNE--
Part the First 118
Part the Second 124
SIR ANDREW BARTON--
Part the First 133
Part the Second 142
BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY 155
KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 162
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 170
ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE 181
VALENTINE AND URSINE--
Part the First 188
Part the Second 198
THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD--
Part the First 214
Part the Second 222
ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE
1. SIR GUY OF GISBORNE.
_He took Sir Guy's head by the hair,
And stuck it upon his bow's end_ 11
2. THE CHILDE OF ELLE.
_Pardon, my lord and father dear,
This fair young knight and me_ 28
3. ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, &C.
_Cloudesly bent a right good bow,
That was of a trusty tree_ 36
4. _They kneeled down without hindrance,
And each held up his hand_ 60
5. SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.
_She brought him to a river side
And also to a tree_ 76
6. THE FROLICKSOME DUKE. (_Frontispiece._)
_Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,
Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait_ 84
7. CHEVY CHASE.
_Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
The dead man by the hand_ 99
8. KING EDWARD AND THE TANNER.
_The tanner he pull'd, the tanner he sweat,
And held by the pummel fast_ 114
9. THE HEIR OF LINNE.
_And he pull'd forth three bags of gold,
And laid them down upon the board_ 130
10. SIR ANDREW BARTON.
_They boarded then his noble ship,
They boarded it with might and main_ 150
11. THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY.
_They kneeled on the ground,
And praised God devoutly_ 157
12. THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.
_Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,
And he met his shepherd a going to fold_ 165
13. ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR.
_The friar took Robin Hood on his back,
Deep water he did bestride_ 174
14. THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN-A-DALE.
_He ask'd
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MAORI RELIGION
AND
MYTHOLOGY.
WILLIAM ATKIN, GENERAL PRINTER,
HIGH STREET, AUCKLAND, N.Z.
_Maori Religion_
_and_
_Mythology._
ILLUSTRATED BY TRANSLATIONS OF TRADITIONS,
_KARAKIA_, &c.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED
NOTES ON _MAORI_ TENURE OF LAND.
BY
EDWARD SHORTLAND, M.A., M.R.C.P.,
LATE NATIVE SECRETARY, NEW ZEALAND,
AUTHOR OF
“TRADITIONS AND SUPERSTITIONS OF THE NEW ZEALANDERS.”
LONDON:
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
1882.
_All rights reserved._
TO THE MEMORY
OF
SIR WILLIAM MARTIN
THESE PAGES ARE DEDICATED,
THE AFFECTIONATE TRIBUTE
OF
A FRIENDSHIP OF MANY YEARS.
PREFACE.
The Maori MSS. of which translations are now published were collected by
the author many years ago. The persons through whom the MSS. were
obtained are now, with one exception, no longer living. They were all of
them men of good birth, and competent authorities. One who could write
sent me, from time to time, in MS. such information as he himself
possessed, or he could obtain from the _tohunga_, or wise men of his
family. Chapters iii. and iv. contain selections from information
derived from this source.
The others not being sufficiently skilled in writing, it was necessary
to take down their information from dictation. In doing this I
particularly instructed my informant to tell his tale as if he were
relating it to his own people, and to use the same words that he would
use if he were recounting similar tales to them when assembled in a
sacred house. This they are, or perhaps I should rather say were, in the
habit of doing at times of great weather disturbance accompanied with
storm of wind and rain, believing an effect to be thereby produced
quieting the spirits of the sky.
As the dictation went on I was careful never to ask any question, or
otherwise interrupt the thread of the being guided by the sound in
writing any new and strange words. When some time had thus passed, I
stopt him at some suitable part of his tale: then read over to him what
I had written, and made the necessary corrections—taking notes also of
the meanings of words which were new to me. Chapters v. and vi. are with
some omissions translations of a _Maori_ MS. written in this way.
Chapter ii. contains a tradition as to _Maori_ Cosmogony more particular
in some details than I have ever met with elsewhere. My informant had
been educated to become a _tohunga_; but had afterwards become a
professing Christian. The narrative took place at night unknown to any
of his people, and under promise that I would not read what I wrote to
any of his people. When after some years I re-visited New Zealand, I
learnt that he had died soon after I left, and that his death was
attributed to the anger of the _Atua_ of his family due to his having,
as they expressed it, trampled on the _tapu_ by making _noa_ or public
things sacred—he having himself confessed what he no doubt believed to
be the cause of his illness.
In Appendix will be found a list of _Maori_ words expressing
relationship. It will be observed that where we employ definite words
for ‘father’ and ‘brother’ the _Maori_ use words having a more
comprehensive meaning, like our word ‘cousin’: hence when either of the
words _matua_, &c., are used, to ascertain the actual degree of
relationship some additional explanatory words must be added, as would
be necessary when we use the general term cousin.
A short vocabulary of _Maori_ words unavoidably introduced in the
following pages, which require explanation not to be found in any
published dictionary, are also printed in the Appendix,—as well as a few
selected _karakia_ in the original _Maori_, with reference to pages
where their translations appear, as a matter of interest to some
persons.
_Auckland, January, 1882._
CONTENTS.
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_Society_
_As I Have Found It_
BY
WARD McALLISTER
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THE
GOOD GRAY POET.
A VINDICATION.
* * * * *
NEW YORK:
BUNCE & HUNTINGTON, 459, BROOME STREET.
1866.
THE GOOD GRAY POET.
A VINDICATION.
* * * * *
WASHINGTON, D. C., _September 2, 1865_.
Nine weeks have elapsed since the commission of an outrage, to which I
have not till now been able to give my attention, but which, in the
interest of the sacred cause of free letters, and in that alone, I never
meant should pass without its proper and enduring brand.
For years past, thousands of people in New York, in Brooklyn, in Boston,
in New Orleans, and latterly in Washington, have seen, even as I saw two
hours ago, tallying, one might say, the streets of our American cities,
and fit to have for his background and accessories, their streaming
populations and ample and rich façades, a man of striking masculine
beauty—a poet—powerful and venerable in appearance; large, calm,
superbly formed; oftenest clad in the careless, rough, and always
picturesque costume of the common people; resembling, and generally
taken by strangers for, some great mechanic, or stevedore, or seaman, or
grand laborer of one kind or another; and passing slowly in this guise,
with nonchalant and haughty step along the pavement, with the sunlight
and shadows falling around him. The dark sombrero he usually wears was,
when I saw him just now, the day being warm, held for the moment in his
hand; rich light an artist would have chosen, lay upon his uncovered
head, majestic, large, Homeric, and set upon his strong shoulders with
the grandeur of ancient sculpture; I marked the countenance, serene,
proud, cheerful, florid, grave; the brow seamed with noble wrinkles; the
features, massive and handsome, with firm blue eyes; the eyebrows and
eyelids especially showing that fullness of arch seldom seen save in the
antique busts; the flowing hair and fleecy beard, both very gray, and
tempering with a look of age the youthful aspect of one who is but
forty-five; the simplicity and purity of his dress, cheap and plain, but
spotless, from snowy falling collar to burnished boot, and exhaling
faint fragrance; the whole form surrounded with manliness, as with a
nimbus, and breathing, in its perfect health and vigor, the august charm
of the strong. We who have looked upon this figure, or listened to that
clear, cheerful, vibrating voice, might thrill to think, could we but
transcend our age, that we had been thus near to one of the greatest of
the sons of men. But Dante stirs no deep pulse, unless it be of hate, as
he walks the streets of Florence; that shabby, one-armed soldier, just
out of jail and hardly noticed, though he has amused Europe, is Michael
Cervantes; that son of a vine-dresser, whom Athens laughs at as an
eccentric genius, before it is thought worth while to roar him into
exile, is the century-shaking Æschylus; that phantom whom the wits of
the seventeenth century think not worth extraordinary notice, and the
wits of the eighteenth century, spluttering with laughter, call a
barbarian, is Shakespeare; that earth-soiled, vice-stained ploughman,
with the noble heart and sweet, bright eyes, whom the good abominate and
the gentry patronize—subject now of anniversary banquets by gentlemen
who, could they wander backward from those annual hiccups into Time,
would never help his life or keep his company—is Robert Burns; and this
man, whose grave, perhaps, the next century will cover with passionate
and splendid honors, goes regarded with careless curiosity or phlegmatic
composure by his own age. Yet, perhaps, in a few hearts he has waked
that deep thrill due to the passage of the sublime. I heard lately, with
sad pleasure, of the letter introducing a friend, filled with noble
courtesy, and dictated by the reverence for genius, which a
distinguished English nobleman, a stranger, sent to this American bard.
Nothing deepens my respect for the beautiful intellect of the scholar
Alcott, like the bold sentence, “Greater than Plato,” which he once
uttered upon him. I hold it the surest proof of Thoreau’s insight, that
after a conversation, seeing how he incarnated the immense and new
spirit of the age, and was the compend of America, he came away to speak
the electric sentence, “He is Democracy!” I treasure to my latest hour,
with swelling heart and springing tears, the remembrance that Abraham
Lincoln, seeing him for the first time from the window of the East Room
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MINSTRELSY***
Transcribed from the 1910 Longmans, Green, and Co. edition by David
Price, email [email protected]
SIR WALTER SCOTT
AND THE
BORDER MINSTRELSY
BY
ANDREW LANG
* * * * *
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON
NEW YORK, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA
1910
PREFACE
PERSONS not much interested in, or cognisant of, “antiquarian old
womanries,” as Sir Walter called them, may ask “what all the pother is
about,” in this little tractate. On my side it is “about” the veracity
of Sir Walter Scott. He has been suspected of helping to compose, and of
issuing as a genuine antique, a ballad, _Auld Maitland_. He also wrote
about the ballad, as a thing obtained from recitation, to two friends and
fellow-antiquaries. If to Scott’s knowledge it was a modern imitation,
Sir Walter deliberately lied.
He did not: he did obtain the whole ballad from Hogg, who got it from
recitation—as I believe, and try to prove, and as Scott certainly
believed. The facts in the case exist in published works, and in
manuscript letters of Ritson to Scott, and Hogg to Scott, and in the
original MS. of the song, with a note by Hogg to Laidlaw. If we are
interested in the truth about the matter, we ought at least to read the
very accessible material before bringing charges against the Sheriff and
the Shepherd of Ettrick.
Whether _Auld Maitland_ be a good or a bad ballad is not part of the
question. It was a favourite of mine in childhood, and I agree with
Scott in thinking that it has strong dramatic situations. If it is a bad
ballad, such as many people could compose, then it is not by Sir Walter.
The _Ballad of Otterburne_ is said to have been constructed from Herd’s
version, tempered by Percy’s version, with additions from a modern
imagination. We have merely to read Professor Child’s edition of
_Otterburne_, with Hogg’s letter covering his MS. copy of _Otterburne_
from recitation, to see that this is a wholly erroneous view of the
matter. We have all the materials for forming a judgment accessible to
us in print, and have no excuse for preferring our own conjectures.
“No one now believes,” it may be said, “in the aged persons who lived at
the head of Ettrick,” and recited _Otterburne_ to Hogg. Colonel Elliot
disbelieves, but he shows no signs of having read Hogg’s curious letter,
in two parts, about these “old parties”; a letter written on the day when
Hogg, he says, twice “pumped their memories.”
I print this letter, and, if any one chooses to think that it is a crafty
fabrication, I can only say that its craft would have beguiled myself as
it beguiled Scott.
It is a common, cheap, and ignorant scepticism that disbelieves in the
existence, in Scott’s day, or in ours, of persons who know and can recite
variants of our traditional ballads. The strange song of _The Bitter
Withy_, unknown to Professor Child, was recovered from recitation but
lately, in several English counties. The ignoble lay of _Johnny
Johnston_ has also been recovered: it is widely diffused. I myself
obtained a genuine version of _Where Goudie rins_, through the kindness
of Lady Mary Glyn; and a friend of Lady Rosalind Northcote procured the
low English version of _Young Beichan_, or _Lord Bateman_, from an old
woman in a rural workhouse. In Shropshire my friend Miss Burne, the
president of the Folk-Lore Society, received from Mr. Hubert Smith, in
1883, a very remarkable variant, undoubtedly antique, of _The Wife of
Usher’s Well_. {0a} In 1896 Miss Backus found, in the hills of Polk
County, North Carolina, another variant, intermediate between the
Shropshire and the ordinary version. {0b}
There are many other examples of this persistence of ballads in the
popular memory, even in our day, and only persons ignorant of the facts
can suppose that, a century ago, there were no reciters at the head of
Ettrick, and elsewhere in Scotland. Not even now has the halfpenny
newspaper wholly destroyed the memories of traditional poetry and of
traditional tales even in the English-speaking parts of our islands,
while in the Highlands a rich harvest awaits the reapers.
I could not have produced the facts, about _Auld Maitland_ especially,
and in some other cases, without the kind and ungrudging aid, freely
given to a stranger, of Mr. William Macmath, whose knowledge of
ballad-lore, and especially of the ballad manuscripts at Abbotsford, is
unrivalled. As to _Auld Maitland_, Mr. T. F. Henderson, in his edition
of the _Minstrelsy_ (Blackwood, 1892), also made due use of Hogg’s MS.,
and his edition is most valuable to every student of Scott’s method of
editing, being based on the Abbotsford MSS. Mr. Henderson suspects, more
than I do, the veracity of the Shepherd.
I am under obligations to Colonel Elliot’s book, as it has drawn my
attention anew to _Auld Maitland_, a topic which I had studied “somewhat
lazily,” like Quintus Smyrnæus. I supposed that there was an
inconsistency in two of Scott’s accounts as to how he obtained the
ballad. As Colonel Elliot points out, there was no inconsistency. Scott
had two copies. One was Hogg’s MS.: the other was derived from the
recitation of Hogg’s mother.
This trifle is addressed to lovers of Scott, of the Border, and of
ballads, _et non aultres_.
It is curious to see how facts make havoc of the conjectures of the
Higher Criticism in the case of _Auld Maitland_. If Hogg was the forger
of that ballad, I asked, how did he know the traditions about Maitland
and his three sons, which we only know from poems of about 1576 in the
manuscripts of Sir Richard Maitland? These poems in 1802 were, as far as
I am aware, still unpublished.
Colonel Elliot urged that Leyden would know the poems, and must have
known Hogg. From Leyden, then, Hogg would get the information. In the
text I have urged that Leyden did not know Hogg. I am able now to prove
that Hogg and Leyden never met till after Laidlaw gave the manuscript of
_Auld Maitland_ to Hogg.
The fact is given in the original manuscript of Laidlaw’s _Recollections
of Sir Walter Scott_ (among the Laing MSS. in the library of the
University of Edinburgh). Carruthers, in publishing Laidlaw’s
reminiscences, omitted the following passage. After Scott had read _Auld
Maitland_ aloud to Leyden and Laird Laidlaw, the three rode together to
dine at Whitehope.
“Near the Craigbents,” says Laidlaw, “Mr. Scott and Leyden drew together
in a close and seemingly private conversation. I, of course, fell back.
After a minute or two, Leyden reined in his horse (a black horse that Mr.
Scott’s servant used to ride) and let me come up. ‘This Hogg,’ said he,
‘writes verses, I understand.’ I assured him that he wrote very
beautiful verses, and with great facility. ‘But I trust,’ he replied,
‘that there is no fear of his passing off any of his own upon Scott for
old ballads.’ I again assured him that he would never think of such a
thing; and neither would he at that period of his life.
“‘Let him beware of forgery,’ cried Leyden with great force and energy,
and in, I suppose, what Mr. Scott used afterwards to call the _saw tones
of his voice_.”
This proves that Leyden had no personal knowledge of “this Hogg,” and did
not supply the shepherd with the traditions about Auld Maitland.
Mr. W. J. Kennedy, of Hawick, pointed out to me this passage in Laidlaw’s
_Recollections_, edited from the MS. by Mr. James Sinton, as reprinted
from the _Transactions_ of the Hawick Archæological Society, 1905.
CONTENTS
PAGE
SCOTT AND THE BALLADS 1
AULD MAITLAND 18
THE BALLAD OF OTTERBURNE 53
SCOTT’S TRADITIONAL COPY AND HOW HE EDITED IT 67
THE MYSTERY OF THE BALLAD OF JAMIE TELFER 87
KINMONT WILLIE 126
CONCLUSIONS 148
SCOTT AND THE BALLADS
IT was through his collecting and editing of _The Border Minstrelsy_ that
Sir Walter Scott glided from law into literature. The history of the
conception and completion of his task, “a labour of love truly, if ever
such there was,” says Lockhart, is well known, but the tale must be
briefly told if we are to understand the following essays in defence of
Scott’s literary morality.
Late in 1799 Scott wrote to James Ballantyne, then a printer in Kelso, “I
have been for years collecting Border ballads,” and he thought that he
could put together “such a selection as might make a neat little volume,
to sell for four or five shillings.” In December 1799 Scott received the
office of Sheriff of Selkirkshire, or, as he preferred to say, of Ettrick
Forest. In the Forest, as was natural, he found much of his materials.
The people at the head of Ettrick were still, says Hogg, {1a} like many
of the Highlanders even now, in that they cheered the long winter nights
with the telling of old tales; and some aged people still remembered, no
doubt in a defective and corrupted state, many old ballads. Some of
these, especially the ballads of Border raids and rescues, may never even
have been written down by the original authors. The Borderers, says
Lesley, Bishop of Ross, writing in 1578, “take much pleasure in their old
music and chanted songs, which they themselves compose, whether about the
deeds of their ancestors, or about ingenious raiding tricks and
stratagems.” {2a}
The historical ballads about the deeds of their ancestors would be far
more romantic than scientifically accurate. The verses, as they passed
from mouth to mouth and from generation to generation, would be in a
constant state of flux and change. When a man forgot a verse, he would
make something to take its place. A more or less appropriate stanza from
another ballad would slip in; or the reciter would tell in prose the
matter of which he forgot the versified form.
Again, in the towns, street ballads on remarkable events, as early at
least
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[Illustration: BOLSOVER CASTLE.]
BOLSOVER CASTLE
Bolsover is a populous village on the eastern verge of Derbyshire upon
the adjacent county of Nottingham; and but a short distance from the
town of Chesterfield. The Castle occupies the plain of a rocky hill that
rises abruptly from the meadows. The building is of great extent, and,
from its elevated situation, it is a landmark for the surrounding
country.
Bolsover has been the site of a castle from the Norman Conquest to the
present time; but, of the first fabric of this description not a single
vestige now remains. At the Domesday survey it belonged to William
Peveril, lord of Derbyshire, in whose family it remained for three
generations. King John, when Earl of Moreton, became the possessor of
Bolsover; but, during his continuation with Longchamp, bishop of Ely, it
became the property of that prelate. Subsequently it again reverted to
John, who, in the eighteenth year of his reign, issued a mandate to
Bryan de L'Isle, the then governor of Bolsover, to fortify the castle
and hold it against the rebellious barons; or, if he could not make it
tenable, to demolish it. This no doubt was the period when the
fortifications, which are yet visible about Bolsover, were established.
In the long and tumultuous reign of Henry III., this castle still
retained its consequence. William, Earl Ferrars, had the government of
it for six years: afterwards it had eleven different governors in twice
that term. It is not necessary to trace the place through all its
possessors. In the reign of Henry VIII. it was the property of Thomas
Howard, the first Duke of Norfolk. On the attainder of his son, the
castle escheated to the crown. Shortly afterwards it was granted to Sir
John Byron for fifty years. In the reign of James I., Gilbert Talbot,
Earl of Shrewsbury, was the owner of Bolsover. In the year 1613, he sold
it to Sir Charles Cavendish, whose eldest son William, was the first
Duke of Newcastle, a personage of great eminence among the nobility of
his time, and in high favour at court.[1] He was sincerely attached to
his royal master, Charles I., whom he entertained at Bolsover Castle,
on three different occasions, in a style of princely magnificence.
On the king's second visit here, where he was accompanied by his queen,
upwards of 15,000_l_. were expended. The Duchess of Newcastle, in her
Life of the Duke, her husband, says, "The Earl employed Ben Jonson in
fitting up such scenes and speeches as he could devise; and sent for all
the country to come and wait on their Majesties; and, in short, did all
that even he could imagine to render it great and worthy of their royal
acceptance." It was this nobleman who erected the edifice which is now
in ruins. Mr. Bray, in his _Tour in Derbyshire_, observes: "This
place was seized by the Parliament after the Duke went abroad, and was
sold and begun to be pulled down, but was then bought by Sir Charles,
the Duke's youngest brother, and so restored to the family."[2]
The present castle was built at different periods. The north-east end,
which was erected by Sir Charles Cavendish, about the year 1613, is the
oldest. The interior of this portion is uncomfortably arranged. The
rooms are small, and the walls are wainscoted, and fancifully inlaid and
painted. The ceilings of the best apartments are carved and gilt, and
nearly the whole of the floors are coated with plaster. There is a small
hall, the roof of which is supported by pillars; and a star-chamber,
richly carved and gilt. The only comfortable apartment, according
to Mr
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Transcriber's Note:
The text of Part III of A Christian Directory (or, a sum of Practical
Theology and Cases of Conscience) has been transcribed from pages 547
to 736 of Volume I of Baxter's Practical Works, as lithographed from
the 1846 edition. Part III addresses church duties. A table of
contents has been inserted to assist the reader.
Small capitals have been rendered in full capitals, and "oe" ligatures
in ordinary font. Italics are indicated by _underscores_ and
transliterated Greek by =equal signs=. Sidenotes refer to the
following paragraph.
The anchors for footnotes 119, 366 and 391 are missing. The first of
these has been inserted after consulting another edition of the text.
The reference in footnote 417 to the Book of Acts appears to be incorrect.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation, and apparent typographical errors,
have been corrected.
PART III.
CHRISTIAN ECCLESIASTICS.
OR,
DIRECTIONS TO PASTORS AND PEOPLE ABOUT SACRED DOCTRINE, WORSHIP, AND
DISCIPLINE, AND THEIR MUTUAL DUTIES. WITH THE SOLUTION OF A MULTITUDE
OF CHURCH CONTROVERSIES AND CASES OF CONSCIENCE.
Table of Contents
Page
To the Reader. 547
I. Of the worship of God in general. 547
II. Directions about the manner of worship, to avoid all
corruptions, and false, unacceptable worshipping of God. 553
III. Directions about the christian covenant with God,
and baptism. 559
IV. Directions about the profession of our religion to others. 562
V. Directions about vows and particular covenants with God. 564
VI. Directions to the people concerning their internal and
private duty to their pastors, and the improvement of
their ministerial office and gifts. 580
VII. Directions for the discovery of the truth among contenders,
and the escape of heresy and deceit. 590
VIII. Directions for the union and communion of saints, and the
avoiding unpeaceableness and schism. 595
IX. How to behave ourselves in the public assemblies, and the
worship there performed, and after them. 616
X. Directions about our communion with holy souls departed,
and now with Christ. 618
XI. Directions about our communion with the holy angels. 622
CASES OF CONSCIENCE, ABOUT MATTERS ECCLESIASTICAL.
To the Reader. 626
Questions I to CLXXIV. 626
READER,
That this part and the next are imperfect, and so much only is written
as I might, and not as I would, I need not excuse to thee if thou know
me, and where and when I live. But some of that which is wanting, if
thou desire, thou mayst find, 1. In my "Universal Concord." 2. In my
"Christian Concord." 3. In our "Agreement for Catechising," and my
"Reformed Pastor." 4. In the "Reformed Liturgy," offered to the
commissioned bishops at the Savoy. Farewell.
CHAPTER I.
OF THE WORSHIP OF GOD IN GENERAL.
That God is to be worshipped solemnly by man, is confessed by all that
acknowledge that there is a God.[1] But about the matter and manner of
his worship, there are no small dissensions and contentions in the
world. I am not now attempting a reconciliation of these contenders;
the sickness of men's minds and wills doth make that impossible to any
but God, which else were not only possible, but easy, the terms of
reconciliation being in themselves so plain and obvious as they are.
But it is directions to those that are willing to worship God aright,
which I am now to give.
_Direct._ I. Understand what it is to worship God aright, lest you
offer him vanity and sin for worship. The worshipping of God is the
direct acknowledging of his being and perfections to his honour.
Indirectly or consequentially he is acknowledged in every obediential
act by those that truly obey and serve him; and this is indirectly and
participatively to worship him; and therefore all things are holy to
the holy, because they are holy in the use of all, and Holiness to the
Lord is, as it were, written upon all that they possess or do (as they
are holy): but this is not the worship which we are here to speak of;
but that which is primarily and directly done to glorify him by the
acknowledgment of his excellencies. Thus God is worshipped either
inwardly by the soul alone, or also outwardly by the body expressing
the worship of the soul. For that which is done by the body alone,
without the concurrence of the heart, is not true worship, but a
hypocritical image or show of it, equivocally called worship.[2] The
inward worship of the heart alone, I have spoken of in the former
part. The outward or expressive worship, is simple or mixed: simple
when we only intend God's worship immediately in the action; and this
is found chiefly in praises and thanksgiving, which therefore are the
most pure and simple sort of expressive worship. Mixed worship is that
in which we join some other intention, for our own benefit in the
action; as in prayer, where we worship God by seeking to him for
mercy; and in reverent hearing or reading of his word, where we
worship him by a holy attendance upon his instructions and commands;
and in his sacraments, where we worship him by receiving and
acknowledging his benefits to our souls; and in oblations, where we
have respect also to the use of the thing offered; and in holy vows
and oaths, in which we acknowledge him our Lord and Judge. All these
are acts of divine worship, though mixed with other uses.
It is not only worshipping God, when our acknowledgments (by word or
deed) are directed immediately to himself; but also when we direct our
speech to others, if his praises be the subject of them, and they are
intended directly to his honour: such are many of David's psalms of
praise. But where God's honour is not the thing directly intended, it
is no direct worshipping of God, though all the same words be spoken
as by others.
_Direct._ II. Understand the true ends and reasons of our worshipping
God; lest you be deceived by the impious who take it to be all in
vain. When they have imagined some false reasons to themselves, they
judge it vain to worship God, because those reasons of it are vain.
And he that understandeth not the true reasons why he should worship
God, will not truly worship him, but be profane in neglecting it, or
hypocritical in dissembling, and heartless in performing it. The
reasons then are such as these.
1. The first ariseth from the use of all the world, and the nature of
the rational creature in special. The whole world is made and upheld
to be expressive and participative of the image and benefits of God.
God is most perfect and blessed in himself, and needeth not the world
to add to his felicity. But he made it to please his blessed will, as
a communicative good, by communication and appearance; that he might
have creatures to know him, and to be happy in his light; and those
creatures might have a fit representation or revelation of him that
they might know him. And man is specially endowed with reason and
utterance, that he might know his Creator appearing in his works, and
might communicate this knowledge, and express that glory of his Maker
with his tongue, which the inferior creatures express to him in their
being.[3] So that if God were not to be worshipped, the end of man's
faculties, and of all the creation, must be much frustrated. Man's
reason is given him that he may know his Maker; his will, and
affections, and executive powers are given him, that he may freely
love him and obey him; and his tongue is given him principally to
acknowledge him and praise him: whom should God's work be serviceable
to, but to him that made it?
2. As it is the natural use, so it is the highest honour of the
creature to worship and honour his Creator: is there a nobler or more
excellent object for our thoughts, affections, or expressions? And
nature, which desireth its own perfection, forbiddeth us to choose a
sordid, vile, dishonourable work, and to neglect the highest and most
honourable.
3. The right worshipping of God doth powerfully tend to make us in our
measure like him, and so to sanctify and raise the soul, and to heal
it of its sinful distempers and imperfections. What can make us good
so effectually as our knowledge, and love, and communion with him that
is the chiefest good? Nay, what is goodness itself in the creature if
this be not? As nearness to the sun giveth light and heat, so
nearness to God is the way to make us wise and good; for the
contemplation of his perfections is the means to make us like him. The
worshippers of God do not exercise their bare understandings upon him
in barren speculations; but they exercise all their affections towards
him, and all the faculties of their souls, in the most practical and
serious manner, and therefore are likeliest to have the liveliest
impressions of God upon their hearts; and hence it is that the true
worshippers of God are really the wisest and the best of men, when
many that at a distance are employed in mere speculations about his
works and him, remain almost as vain and wicked as before, and
professing themselves wise, are (practically) fools, Rom. i. 21, 22.
4. The right worshipping of God, by bringing the heart into a
cleansed, holy, and obedient frame, doth prepare it to command the
body, and make us upright and regular in all the actions of our lives;
for the fruit will be like the tree; and as men are, so will they do.
He that honoureth not his God, is not like well to honour his parents
or his king: he that is not moved to it by his regard to God, is never
like to be universally and constantly just and faithful unto men.
Experience telleth us that it is the truest worshippers of God that
are truest and most conscionable in their dealings with their
neighbours: this windeth up the spring, and ordereth and strengtheneth
all the causes of a good conversation.
5. The right worshipping of God is the highest and most rational
delight of man. Though to a sick, corrupted soul it be unpleasant, as
food to a sick stomach, yet to a wise and holy soul there is nothing
so solidly and durably contentful. As it is God's damning sentence on
the wicked, to say, "Depart from me," Matt. xxv. 41; vii. 23, so holy
souls would lose their joys, and take themselves to be undone, if God
should bid them, "Depart from me; worship me, and love me, and praise
me no more." They would be weary of the world, were it not for God in
the world; and weary of their lives, if God were not their life.
6. The right worshipping of God prepareth us for heaven, where we are
to behold him, and love and worship him for ever. God bringeth not
unprepared souls to heaven: this life is the time that is purposely
given us for our preparation; as the apprenticeship is the time to
learn your trades. Heaven is a place of action and fruition, of
perfect knowledge, love, and praise: and the souls that will enjoy and
praise God there, must be disposed to it here; and therefore they must
be much employed in his worship.
7. And as it is in all these respects necessary as a means, so God
hath made it necessary by his command.[4] He hath made it our duty to
worship him constantly; and he knoweth the reason of his own commands.
"It is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only
shalt thou serve," Matt. iv. 10. If God should command us nothing, how
is he our Governor and our God? and if he command us any thing, what
should he command us more fitly than to worship him? and he that will
not obey him in this, is not like to obey him well in any thing; for
there is nothing that he can with less show of reason except against;
seeing all the reason in the world must confess, that worship is most
due to God from his own creatures.
These reasons for the worship of God being undeniable, the objections
of the infidels and ungodly are unreasonable: as, _Object._ 1. That
our worship doth no good to God; for he hath no need of it. _Answ._
It pleaseth and honoureth him, as the making of the world, and the
happiness of man doth: doth it follow that there must be no world, nor
any man happy, because God hath no need of it, or no addition of
felicity by it? It is sufficient that it is necessary and good for us,
and pleasing unto God.
_Object._ 2. Proud men are unlikest unto God; and it is the proud that
love to be honoured and praised. _Answ._ Pride is the affecting of an
undue honour, or the undue affecting of that honour which is due.
Therefore it is that this affectation of honour in the creature is a
sin, because all honour is due to God, and none to the creature but
derivatively and subserviently. For a subject to affect any of the
honour of his king, is disloyalty; and to affect any of the honour of
his fellow-subjects is injustice: but God requireth nothing but what
is absolutely his due; and he hath commanded us, even towards men, to
give "fear and honour to whom they are due," Rom. xiii. 7.
_Direct._ III. Labour for the truest knowledge of the God whom you
worship. Let it not be said of you, as Christ said to the Samaritan
woman, John iv. 22, "Ye worship ye know not what;" nor as it is said
of the Athenians, whose altar was inscribed, "To the unknown God,"
Acts xvii. 23. You must know whom you worship; or else you cannot
worship him with the heart, nor worship him sincerely and acceptably,
though you were at never so great labour and cost: God hath no
"pleasure in the sacrifice of fools," Eccles. v. 1, 4. Though no man
know him perfectly, you must know him truly. And though God taketh not
every man for a blasphemer, and denier of his attributes, whom
contentious, peevish wranglers call so, because they consequentially
cross some espoused opinions of theirs; yet real misunderstanding of
God's nature and attributes is dangerous, and tendeth to corrupt his
worship by the corrupting of the worshippers. For such as you take God
to be, such worship you will offer him; for your worship is but the
honourable acknowledgment of his perfections; and mistakingly to
praise him for supposed imperfections, is to dishonour him and
dispraise him. If to know God be your eternal life, it must needs be
the life of all your worship. Take heed therefore of ignorance and
error about God.
_Direct._ IV. Understand the office of Jesus Christ as our great High
Priest, by whose mediation alone we must have access to God.[5]
Whether there should have been any priesthood for sacrifice or
intercession if there had been no sin, the Scripture telleth us
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ESSAY #3 FROM "SCIENCE AND HEBREW TRADITION"
By Thomas Henry Huxley
I. THE THREE HYPOTHESES RESPECTING THE HISTORY OF NATURE
We live in and form part of a system of things of immense diversity
and perplexity, which we call Nature; and it is a matter of the deepest
interest to all of us that we should form just conceptions of the
constitution of that system and of its past history. With relation to
this universe, man is, in extent, little more than a mathematical point;
in duration but a fleeting shadow; he is a mere reed shaken in the winds
of force. But as Pascal long ago remarked, although a mere reed, he is
a thinking reed; and in virtue of that wonderful capacity of thought,
he has the power of framing for himself a symbolic conception of the
universe, which, although doubtless highly imperfect and inadequate as
a picture of the great whole, is yet sufficient to serve him as a chart
for the guidance of his practical affairs. It has taken long ages of
toilsome and often fruitless labour to enable man to look steadily at
the shifting scenes of the phantasmagoria of Nature, to notice what is
fixed among her fluctuations, and what is regular among her apparent
irregularities; and it is only comparatively lately, within the last few
centuries, that the conception of a universal order and of a definite
course of things, which we term the course of Nature, has emerged.
But, once originated, the conception of the constancy of the order of
Nature has become the dominant idea of modern thought. To any person who
is familiar with the facts upon which that conception is based, and
is competent to estimate their significance, it has ceased to be
conceivable that chance should have any place in the universe, or that
events should depend upon any but the natural sequence of cause and
effect. We have come to look upon the present as the child of the past
and as the parent of the future; and, as we have excluded chance from a
place in the universe, so we ignore, even as a possibility, the notion
of any interference with the order of Nature. Whatever may be men's
speculative doctrines, it is quite certain that every intelligent person
guides his life and risks his fortune upon the belief that the order of
Nature is constant, and that the chain of natural causation is never
broken.
In fact, no belief which we entertain has so complete a logical basis as
that to which I have just referred. It tacitly underlies every process
of reasoning; it is the foundation of every act of the will. It is based
upon the broadest induction, and it is verified by the most constant,
regular, and universal of deductive processes. But we must recollect
that any human belief, however broad its basis, however defensible it
may seem, is, after all, only a probable belief, and that our widest and
safest generalisations are simply statements of the highest degree of
probability. Though we are quite clear about the constancy of the order
of Nature, at the present time, and in the present state of things, it
by no means necessarily follows that we are justified in expanding this
generalisation into the infinite past, and in denying, absolutely, that
there may have been a time when Nature did not follow a fixed order,
when the relations of cause and effect were not definite, and when
extra-natural agencies interfered with the general course of Nature.
Cautious men will allow that a universe so different from that which we
know may have existed; just as a very candid thinker may admit that a
world in which two and two do not make four, and in which two straight
lines do inclose a space, may exist. But the same caution which forces
the admission of such possibilities demands a great deal of evidence
before it recognises them to be anything more substantial. And when
it is asserted that, so many thousand years ago, events occurred in a
manner utterly foreign to and inconsistent with the existing laws of
Nature, men, who without being particularly cautious, are simply honest
thinkers, unwilling to deceive themselves or delude others, ask for
trustworthy evidence of the fact.
Did things so happen or did they not? This is a historical question, and
one the answer to which must be sought in the same way as the solution
of any other historical problem.
So far as I know, there are only three hypotheses which ever have been
entertained, or which well can be entertained, respecting the past
history of Nature. I will, in the first place, state the hypotheses,
and then I will consider what evidence bearing upon them is in our
possession, and by what light of criticism that evidence is to be
interpreted.
Upon the first hypothesis, the assumption is, that phenomena of Nature
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CONCERNING JUSTICE
BY
LUCILIUS A. EMERY
NEW HAVEN: YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS
LONDON: HUMPHREY MILFORD
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
MDCCCCXIV
COPYRIGHT, 1914
BY YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS
First printed August, 1914, 1000 copies
TO MY CHILDREN
HENRY CROSBY EMERY
ANNE CROSBY EMERY ALLINSON
THE ADDRESSES CONTAINED IN THIS BOOK WERE DELIVERED IN
THE WILLIAM L. STORRS LECTURE SERIES, 1914, BEFORE THE
LAW SCHOOL OF YALE UNIVERSITY, NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE PROBLEM STATED. THEORIES AS TO THE SOURCE OF
JUSTICE. DEFINITIONS OF JUSTICE 3
II. THE PROBLEM OF RIGHTS. DIFFERENT THEORIES AS TO THE
SOURCE OF RIGHTS 31
III. THE PROBLEM OF RIGHTS CONTINUED. THE NEED OF LIBERTY
OF ACTION FOR THE INDIVIDUAL 43
IV. JUSTICE THE EQUILIBRIUM BETWEEN THE FREEDOM OF THE
INDIVIDUAL AND THE SAFETY OF SOCIETY 56
V. JUSTICE CAN BE SECURED ONLY THROUGH GOVERNMENTAL
ACTION. THE BEST FORM OF GOVERNMENT 77
VI. THE NECESSITY OF CONSTITUTIONAL LIMITATIONS UPON THE
POWERS OF THE GOVERNMENT. BILLS OF RIGHTS 95
VII. THE INTERPRETATION AND ENFORCEMENT OF CONSTITUTIONAL
LIMITATIONS NECESSARILY A FUNCTION OF THE JUDICIARY 110
VIII. AN INDEPENDENT AND IMPARTIAL JUDICIARY ESSENTIAL FOR
JUSTICE 121
IX. THE NECESSITY OF MAINTAINING UNDIMINISHED THE
CONSTITUTIONAL LIMITATIONS AND THE POWER OF THE
COURTS TO ENFORCE THEM.--CONCLUSION 146
CONCERNING JUSTICE
CHAPTER I
THE PROBLEM STATED. THEORIES AS TO THE SOURCE OF JUSTICE. DEFINITIONS
OF JUSTICE
For centuries now much has been written and proclaimed concerning
justice and today the word seems to be more than ever upon the lips of
men, more than ever used, but not always appositely, in arguments for
proposed political action. Hence it may not be inappropriate to the
time and occasion to venture, not answers to, but some observations
upon the questions, what is justice, and how can it be secured. It was
declared by the Roman jurist Ulpian, centuries ago, that students of
law should also be students of justice.
By way of prelude, however, and in the hope of accentuating the main
question and presenting the subject more vividly by comparison and
contrast, I would recall to your minds another and even more
fundamental question asked twenty centuries ago in a judicial
proceeding in distant Judea. It is related that when Jesus, upon his
accusation before Pilate, claimed in defense that he had "come into
the world to bear witness unto the truth," Pilate inquired of him
"What is truth?"; but it is further related that when Pilate "had said
this he went out again unto the Jews." Apparently he did not wait for
an answer. Perhaps he repented of his question as soon as asked and
went out to escape an answer. Men before and since Pilate have sought
to avoid hearing the truth.
Indeed, however grave the question, however essential the answer to
their well-being, there does not seem to be even now on the part of
the multitude an earnest desire for the truth. Their wishes and
emotions cloud their vision and they are reluctant to have those
clouds brushed aside lest the truth thus revealed be harsh and
condemnatory. The truth often causes pain. As said by the Preacher,
"He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow." People generally
give much the greater welcome and heed to him who tells them that
their desires and schemes are righteous and can be realized, than to
him who tells them that their desires are selfish or that their
schemes are impracticable. It has always been the few who have sought
the truth, resolute to find it and declare it, whether pleasant or
unpleasant, in accord with the wishes of mankind or otherwise. Such
men have sometimes suffered martyrdom in the past, and often incur
hostility in the present, even when seeking that truth on which alone
justice can securely rest.
Nevertheless, so closely linked are truth and justice in the speech,
if not the minds, of men, there should be some consideration of
Pilate's question. Whether truth is absolute or only relative has been
perhaps the most actively discussed topic in the field of philosophy
for the last decade. Into this discussion, however, we need not enter,
for such discussion is really over the problem of determining the
proper criterion of truth. Wherever be this criterion, whether in some
quality of inherent rationality or in some utilitarian test of
practicability, the truth itself has some attributes so far
unquestioned and of which we may feel certain as being inherent,
necessary, and self-evident.
Truth is uncompromising. It is unadaptable; all else must be adapted
to it. It is not a matter of convention among men, is not established
even by their unanimous assent, and it does not change with changes of
opinion. It is identical throughout time and space. If it be true now
that since creation the earth has swung in an orbit round the sun, it
was true before the birth of Copernicus and Galileo. If it be true now
that the sum of the three angles of a triangle is equal to the sum of
two right angles, it was always true and always will be true, true at
the poles and at the equator, true among all
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The Heart of Una Sackville
by Mrs George de Horne Vaizey
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This book is not really in the same league as Pixie, but it
certainly is a well-written story about the inner life of a
young woman in search of a wooer and future husband in the
months and years after she leaves school. All the characters,
men and women, boys and girls, are well-drawn, and the book is
an enjoyable read, which we would recommend, particularly to the
fairer sex. Dated in 1895, it contains contains a good deal
of local and historical colour, and is worth reading for the
insight into the social background of girls of the professional
middle classes of those days.
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"THE HEART OF UNA SACKVILLE"
A TALE OF A YOUNG WOMAN'S SEARCH FOR THE FUTURE LOVE OF HER LIFE
BY MRS. GEORGE DE HORNE VAIZEY
CHAPTER ONE.
_May 13th, 1895_.
Lena Streatham gave me this diary. I can't think what possessed her,
for she has been simply hateful to me sometimes this last term. Perhaps
it was remorse, because it's awfully handsome, with just the sort of
back I like--soft Russia leather, with my initials in the corner, and a
clasp with a dear little key, so that you can leave it about without
other people seeing what is inside. I always intended to keep a diary
when I left school and things began to happen, and I suppose I must have
said so some day; I generally do blurt out what is in my mind, and Lena
heard and remembered. She's not a bad girl, except for her temper, but
I've noticed the hasty ones are generally the most generous. There are
hundreds and hundreds of leaves in it, and I expect it will be years
before it's finished. I'm not going to write things every day--that's
silly! I'll just keep it for times when I want to talk, and Lorna is
not near to confide in. It's quite exciting to think all that will be
written in these empty pages! What fun it would be if I could read them
now and see what is going to happen! About half way through I shall be
engaged, and in the last page of all I'll scribble a few words in my
wedding-dress before I go on to church, for that will be the end of Una
Sackville, and there will be nothing more to write after that. It's
very nice to be married, of course, but stodgy--there's no more
excitement.
There has been plenty of excitement to-day, at any rate. I always
thought it would be lovely when the time came for leaving school, and
having nothing to do but enjoy oneself, but I've cried simply
bucketfuls, and my head aches like fury. All the girls were so
fearfully nice. I'd no idea they liked me so much. Irene May began
crying at breakfast-time, and one or another of them has been at it the
whole day long. Maddie made me walk with her in the crocodile, and
said, "Croyez bien, ma cherie, que votre Maddie ne vous oubliera
jamais." It's all very well, but she's been a perfect pig to me many
times over about the irregular verbs! She gave me her photograph in a
gilt frame--not half bad; you would think she was quite nice-looking.
The kiddies joined together and gave me a purse--awfully decent of the
poor little souls--and I've got simply dozens of books and ornaments and
little picture things for my room. We had cake for tea, but half the
girls wouldn't touch it. Florence said it was sickening to gorge when
your heart was breaking. She is going to ask her mother to let her
leave next term, for she says she simply cannot stand our bedroom after
I'm gone. She and Lorna don't get on a bit, and I was always having to
keep the peace. I promised faithfully I would write sheets upon sheets
to them every single week, because my leaving at half term makes it
harder for them than if they were going home too.
"We shall be so flat and dull without you, Circle!" Myra said. She
calls me "Circle" because I'm fat--not awfully, you know, but just a
little bit, and she's so thin herself. "I think I'll turn
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_NEW JUVENILE LIBRARY._
The
STORY
of the
WHITE MOUSE.
Embellished With
_Four Elegant Copperplates._
A New and Correct Edition.
LONDON:
Printed for the Booksellers.
1816.
The
STORY
of the
WHITE MOUSE.
In the kingdom of Bonbobbin, which, by the Chinese annals, appears
to have flourished twenty thousand years ago, there reigned a prince,
endowed with every accomplishment which generally distinguishes the sons
of kings. His beauty was brighter than the sun. The sun, to which he was
nearly related, would sometimes stop his course, in order to look down
and admire him.
His mind was not less perfect than his body; he knew all things without
having ever read; philosophers, poets, and historians, submitted their
works to his decision; and so penetrating was he, that he could tell the
merit of a book by looking on the cover. He made epic poems, tragedies,
and pastorals, with surprising facility; song, epigram, or rebus,
was all one to him; though, it is observed, he could never finish an
acrostick. In short, the fairy who presided at his birth had endowed him
with almost every perfection; or, what was just the same, his subjects
were ready to acknowledge he possessed them all; and, for his own
part, he knew nothing to the contrary. A prince so accomplished,
received a name suitable to his merit; and he was called
_Bonbenin-bonbobbin-bonbobbinet_, which signifies Enlightener
of the Sun.
As he was very powerful, and yet unmarried, all the neighbouring kings
earnestly sought his alliance. Each sent his daughter, dressed out in
the most magnificent manner, and with the most sumptuous retinue
imaginable, in order to allure the prince; so that, at one time, there
were seen at his court, not less than seven hundred foreign princesses,
of exquisite sentiment and beauty, each alone sufficient to make seven
hundred ordinary men happy.
Distracted in such a variety, the generous Bonbenin, had he not been
obliged by the laws of the empire to make choice of one, would very
willingly have married them all, for none understood gallantry better.
He spent numberless hours of solicitude, in endeavouring to determine
whom he should choose. One lady was possessed of every perfection, but
he disliked her eye-brows; another was brighter than the morning-star,
but he disapproved her fong-whang; a third did not lay enough of white
on her cheek; and a fourth did not sufficiently blacken her nails. At
last, after numberless disappointments on the one side and the other, he
made choice of the incomparable Nanhoa, queen of the Scarlet Dragons.
The preparations for the royal nuptials, or the envy of the disappointed
ladies, needs no description; both the one and the other were as great
as they could be. The beautiful princess was conducted, amidst admiring
multitudes, to the royal couch, where, after being divested of every
encumbering ornament, he came more chearful than the morning; and
printing on her lips a burning kiss, the attendants took this as a
proper signal to withdraw.
Perhaps I ought to have mentioned in the beginning, that, among several
other qualifications, the prince was fond of collecting and breeding
mice, which being an harmless pastime, none of his counsellors thought
proper to dissuade him from; he therefore kept a great variety of
these pretty little animals in the most beautiful cages, enriched with
diamonds, rubies, emeralds, pearls, and other precious stones. Thus he
innocently spent four hours each day in contemplating their innocent
little pastimes.
But, to proceed, the prince and princess now retired to repose; and
though night and secrecy had drawn the curtain, yet delicacy retarded
those enjoyments which passion presented to their view. The prince
happening to look towards the outside of the bed, perceived one of the
most beautiful animals in the world, a white mouse with green eyes,
playing about the floor, and performing an hundred pretty tricks. He was
already master of blue mice, red mice, and even white mice with yellow
eyes; but a white mouse with green eyes, was what he long ende
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THE NON-RELIGION
OF THE FUTURE
_A SOCIOLOGICAL STUDY_
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH
OF
M. GUYAU
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
1897
COPYRIGHT, 1897,
BY
HENRY HOLT & CO.
THE MERSHON COMPANY PRESS,
RAHWAY, N. J.
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
INTRODUCTION.
I. Sociality the basis of religion—Its definition.
II. The connection between religion, æsthetics, and morals.
III. The inevitable decomposition of all systems of dogmatic
religion; the state of
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The Story of a Confederate Boy in the Civil War
By
David E. Johnston
_of the 7th Virginia Infantry Regiment_
Author of "Middle New River Settlements"
With Introduction by
Rev. C. E. Cline, D.D.
A Methodist Minister and Chaplain of the
Military Order of the Loyal Legion, U.S.A.
COPYRIGHT, 1914
BY
DAVID E. JOHNSTON
PUBLISHED BY
GLASS & PRUDHOMME COMPANY
PORTLAND, OREGON
Preface
Some twenty-eight years ago I wrote and published a small book
recounting my personal experiences in the Civil War, but this book is
long out of print, and the publication exhausted. At the urgent request
of some of my old comrades who still survive, and of friends and my own
family, I have undertaken the task of rewriting and publishing this
story.
As stated in the preface to the former volume, the principal object of
this work is to record, largely from memory, and after the lapse of
many years (now nearly half a century) since the termination of the
war between the states of the Federal Union, the history, conduct,
character and deeds of the men who composed Company D, Seventh regiment
of Virginia infantry, and the part they bore in that memorable
conflict.
The chief motive which inspires this undertaking is to give some meager
idea of the Confederate soldier in the ranks, and of his individual
deeds of heroism, particularly of that patriotic, self-sacrificing,
brave company of men with whose fortunes and destiny my own were linked
for four long years of blood and carnage, and to whom during that
period I was bound by ties stronger than hooks of steel; whose
confidence and friendship I fully shared, and as fully reciprocated.
To the surviving members of that company, to the widows and children,
broken-hearted mothers, and to gray-haired, disconsolate fathers (if
such still live) of those who fell amidst the battle and beneath its
thunders, or perished from wounds or disease, this work is dedicated.
The character of the men who composed that company, and their deeds of
valor and heroism, will ever live, and in the hearts of our people will
be enshrined the names of the gallant dead as well as of the living, as
the champions of constitutional liberty. They will be held in grateful
remembrance by their own countrymen, appreciated and recognized by all
people of all lands, who admire brave deeds, true courage, and devotion
of American soldiers to cause and country.
For some of the dates and material I am indebted to comrades. I also
found considerable information from letters written by myself during
the war to a friend, not in the army, and not subject to military duty,
on account of sex; who, as I write, sits by me, having now (February,
1914), for a period of more than forty-six years been the sharer of my
joys, burdens and sorrows; whose only brother, George Daniel Pearis, a
boy of seventeen years, and a member of Bryan's Virginia battery, fell
mortally wounded in the battle of Cloyd's Farm, May 9, 1864.
DAVID E. JOHNSTON.
Portland, Oregon, May, 1914.
Introduction
The author of this book is my neighbor. He was a Confederate, and I a
Union soldier. Virginia born, he worked hard in youth. A country
lawyer, a member of the Senate of West Virginia, Representative in
Congress, and Circuit Judge, his life has been one of activity and
achievement. Blessed with a face and manner which disarm suspicion,
inspire confidence and good will, he makes new friends, and retains old
ones.
Judge Johnston (having through life practiced the virtues of a good
Baptist), is, therefore, morally sound to the core. He has succeeded,
not by luck or chance, but because of what he is. Withal, he has
cultivated the faculty for hard work; in fact, through life he has
liked nothing so well as hard work.
A vast good nature, running easily into jocular talk, with interesting
stories, in which he excels, he is able to meet every kind of man in
every rank of society, catching with unerring instinct the temper of
every individual and company where he is.
He is thoroughly American, and though having traveled extensively
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DRAW SWORDS! BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
A FEATHER IN HIS CAP.
"Oh, I say, what a jolly shame!"
"Get out; it's all gammon. Likely."
"I believe it's true. Dick Darrell's a regular pet of Sir George
Hemsworth."
"Yes; the old story--kissing goes by favour."
"I shall cut the service. It's rank favouritism."
"I shall write home and tell my father to get the thing shown up in the
House of Commons."
"Why, he's only been out here a year."
Richard Darrell, a well-grown boy of seventeen, pretty well tanned by
the sun of India, stood flashed with annoyance, looking sharply from one
speaker to another as he stood in the broad veranda of the officers'
quarters in the Roumwallah Cantonments in the northern portion of the
Bengal Presidency, the headquarters of the artillery belonging to the
Honourable the East India Company, commonly personified as "John Company
of Leadenhall Street." It was over sixty years ago, in the days when,
after a careful training at the Company's college near Croydon, young
men, or, to be more correct, boys who had made their marks, received
their commission, and were sent out to join the batteries of artillery,
by whose means more than anything else the Company had by slow degrees
conquered and held the greater part of the vast country now fully added
to the empire and ruled over by the Queen.
It was a common affair then for a lad who had been a schoolboy of
sixteen, going on with his studies one day, to find himself the next, as
it were, a commissioned officer, ready to start for the East, to take
his position in a regiment and lead stalwart men, either in the
artillery or one of the native regiments; though, of course, a great
deal of the college training had been of a military stamp.
This was Richard Darrell's position one fine autumn morning a year
previous to the opening of this narrative. He had bidden farewell to
father, mother, and Old England, promised to do his duty like a man, and
sailed for Calcutta, joined his battery, served steadily in it for a
year, and now stood in his quiet artillery undress uniform in that
veranda, looking like a strange dog being bayed at by an angry pack.
The pack consisted of young officers of his own age and under. There
was not a bit of whisker to be seen; and as to moustache, not a lad
could show half as much as Dick, while his wouldn't have made a
respectable eyebrow for a little girl of four.
Dick was flushed with pleasurable excitement, doubly flushed with anger;
but he kept his temper down, and let his companions bully and hector and
fume till they were tired.
Then he gave an important-looking blue letter he held a bit of a wave,
and said, "It's no use to be jealous."
"Pooh! Who's jealous--and of you?" said the smallest boy present, one
who had very high heels to his boots. "That's too good."
"For, as to being a favourite with the general, he has never taken the
slightest notice of me since I joined."
"There, that'll do," said one of the party; "a man can't help feeling
disappointment. Every one is sure to feel so except the one who gets
the stroke of luck. I say, `Hurrah for Dick Darrell!'"
The others joined in congratulations now.
"I say, old chap, though," said one, "what a swell you'll be!"
"Yes; won't he? We shall run against him capering about on his spirited
Arab, while we poor fellows are trudging along in the hot sand behind
the heavy guns."
"Don't cut us, Dick, old chap," said another.
"He won't; he's not that sort," cried yet another. "I say, we must give
him a good send-off."
"When are you going?"
"The despatch says as soon as possible."
"But what troop are you to join?"
"The Sixth."
"The Sixth! I know; at Vallumbagh. Why, that's the crack battery,
where the fellows polish the guns and never go any slower than a racing
gallop. I say, you are in luck. Well, I am glad!"
The next minute every one present was ready to declare the same thing,
and for the rest of that day the young officer to whom the good stroke
of fortune had come hardly knew whether he stood upon his head or heels.
The next morning he was summoned to the general's quarters, the quiet,
grave-looking officer telling him that, as an encouragement for his
steady application to master his profession, he had been selected to
fill a vacancy; that the general hoped his progress in the horse brigade
would be as marked as it had been hitherto; and advising him to see at
once about his fresh uniform and accoutrements, which could follow him
afterwards, for he was to be prepared to accompany the general on his
march to Vallumbagh, which would be commenced the very next day.
Dick was not profuse in thanks or promises, but listened quietly, and,
when expected to speak, he merely said that he would do his best.
"That is all that is expected of you, Mr Darrell," said the general,
giving him a friendly nod. "Then, as you have many preparations to
make, and I have also, I will not detain you."
Dick saluted, and was leaving, when a sharp "Stop!" arrested him.
"You will want a horse. I have been thinking about it, and you had
better wait till you get to Vallumbagh, where, no doubt, the officers of
the troop will help you to make a choice. They will do this, for they
have had plenty of experience, and are careful to keep up the prestige
of the troop for perfection of drill and speed."
"No one would think he had been an old school-fellow of my father," said
Dick to himself as he went out; "he takes
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The Cambridge Manuals of Science and Literature
THE COMING OF EVOLUTION
Cambridge University Press
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THE COMING OF EVOLUTION
The Story of a Great Revolution in Science
by
JOHN W. JUDD
C.B., LL.D., F.R.S.
Formerly Professor of Geology and
Dean of the Royal College of Science
Cambridge:
at the University Press
1910
Cambridge:
Printed by John Clay, M.A.
At the University Press
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on the title page is a reproduction of one used by the earliest
known Cambridge printer, John Siberch, 1521_
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. Introductory 1
II. Origin of the Idea of Evolution 5
III. The Development of the Idea of Evolution to the
Inorganic World 14
IV. The Triumph of Catastrophism over Evolution 20
V. The Revolt of Scrope and Lyell against Catastrophism 33
VI. _The Principles of Geology_ 55
VII. The Influence of Lyell's Works 68
VIII. Early Attempts to establish the Doctrine of Evolution
for the Organic World 82
IX. Darwin and Wallace: The Theory of Natural Selection 95
X. _The Origin of Species_ 115
XI. The Influence of Darwin's Works 136
XII. The Place of Lyell and Darwin in History 149
Notes 160
Index 165
PLATES
Charles Darwin _Frontispiece_
G. Poulett Scrope _to face p. 35_
Charles Lyell " " 41
Alfred R. Wallace " " 110
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTORY
When the history of the Nineteenth Century--'the Wonderful Century,' as
it has, not inaptly, been called--comes to be written, a foremost place
must be assigned to that great movement by which evolution has become
the dominant factor in scientific progress, while its influence has been
felt in every sphere of human speculation and effort. At the beginning
of the Century, the few who ventured to entertain evolutionary ideas
were regarded by their scientific contemporaries, as wild visionaries or
harmless 'cranks'--by the world at large, as ignorant 'quacks' or
'designing atheists.' At the end of the Century, evolution had not only
become the guiding principle of naturalists, but had profoundly
influenced every branch of physical science; at the same time,
suggesting new trains of thought and permeating the language of
philologists, historians, sociologists, politicians--and even of
theologians.
How has this revolution in thought--the greatest which has occurred in
modern times--been brought about? What manner of men were they who were
the leaders in this great movement? What the influences that led them to
discard the old views and adopt new ones? And, under what circumstances
were they able to produce the works which so profoundly affected the
opinions of the day? These are the questions with which I propose to
deal in the following pages.
It has been my own rare good fortune to have enjoyed the friendship of
all the great leaders in this important movement--of Huxley, Hooker,
Scrope, Wallace, Lyell and Darwin--and, with some of them, I was long on
terms of affectionate intimacy. From their own lips I have learned of
incidents, and listened to anecdotes,
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Rhetoric and Poetry in the Renaissance
A Study of Rhetorical Terms in English Renaissance Literary Criticism
By
Donald Lemen Clark, Ph.D.
Assistant Professor of English in Columbia University
1922
To my Father and Mother
Preface
In this essay I undertake to trace the influence of classical rhetoric on
the criticisms of poetry published in England between 1553 and 1641. This
influence is most readily recognized in the use by English renaissance
writers on literary criticism of the terminology of classical rhetoric.
But the rhetorical terminology in most cases carried with it rhetorical
thinking, traces of whose influence persist in criticism of poetry to the
present day.
The essay is divided into two parts. Part First treats of the influence of
rhetoric on the general theory of poetry within the period, and Part
Second of its influence on the renaissance formulation of the purpose of
poetry. This division is called for not by the logic of the material, but
by history and convenience. A third phase of the influence of rhetorical
terminology I have already touched on in an article on _The Requirements
of a Poet[1]_, where I have shown that historically the renaissance ideal
of the nature and education of a poet is in part derived from classical
rhetoric.
No writer today, who would treat of the criticism of the renaissance, can
escape his deep indebtedness to Dr. Joel Elias Spingarn, whose _Literary
Criticism in the Renaissance_ has so carefully traced the debt of English
criticism to the Italians. In going over the ground surveyed by him and by
many other scholars I have been able to add but slight gleanings of my
own. In this field it is my privilege only to review and to supplement
what has already been discovered. But whereas others have called attention
to the classical and Italian sources for English critical ideas, I am
able to show that in addition to these sources, the English critics were
profoundly influenced by English mediaeval traditions. That these
mediaeval traditions derived ultimately from post-classical rhetoric and
that they were for the most part later discarded as less enlightened and
less sound than the critical ideas of the Italian Aristotelians does not
lessen their importance in the history of English literary criticism.
In so far as the text of quoted classical writers is readily accessible in
modern editions, I offer my readers only an English translation. For
quotations difficult of access I add the Latin in a footnote. In the case
of those English critics whose writings are incorporated in the
_Elizabethan Critical Essays_ edited by Mr. Gregory Smith, or in the
_Critical Essays of the Seventeenth Century_, edited by Dr. J.E. Spingarn,
I have made my citations to those collections in the belief that such a
practice would add to the convenience of the reader.
The greatest pleasure that I derive from this writing is that of
acknowledging my obligations to my friends and colleagues at Columbia
University who have so generously assisted me. Professor G.P. Krapp aided
me by his valuable suggestions before and after writing and generously
allowed me to use several summaries which he had made of early English
rhetorical treatises. Professor J.B. Fletcher helped me by his friendly
and penetrating criticism of the manuscript. I am further indebted to
Professor La Rue Van Hook, Dr. Mark Van Doren, Dr. S.L. Wolff, Mr. Raymond
M. Weaver, and Dr. H.E. Mantz for various assistance, and to the Harvard
and Columbia University Libraries for their courtesy. My greatest debt is
to Professor Charles Sears Baldwin, whose constant inspiration,
enlightened scholarship, and friendly encouragement made this book
possible.
Contents
Part First: The General Theory of Rhetoric and of Poetry
I. Introductory
1. The Distinction between Rhetoric and Poetic
II. Classical Poetic
1. Aristotle
2. "Longinus"
3. Plutarch
4. Horace
III. Classical Rhetoric
1. Definitions
2. Subject Matter
3. Content of Classical Rhetoric
4. Rhetoric as Part of Poetic
5. Poetic as Part of Rhetoric
IV. Classical Blending of Rhetoric and Poetic
1. The Contact of Rhetoric and Poetic in Style
2. The Florid Style in Rhetoric and Poetic
3. The False Rhetoric of the Declamation Schools
4. The Contamination of Poetic by False Rhetoric
V. The Middle Ages
1. The Decay of Classical Rhetorical Tradition
2. Rhetoric as Aureate Language
VI. Logic and Rhetoric in the English Renaissance
1. The Content of Classical Rhetoric Carried over into Logic
2. The Persistence of the Mediaeval Tradition of Rhetoric
3. The Recovery of Classical Rhetoric
4. Channels of Rhetorical Theory
VII. Renaissance Poetic
1. The Reestablishment of the Classical Tradition
2. Rhetorical Elements
VIII. Theories of Poetry in the English Renaissance
1. The Rhetorical Period of English Criticism
2. The Influence of Horace
3. The Influence of Aristotle
4. Manuals for Poets 5. Rhetorical Elements in Later English Classicism
Part Second: The Purpose of Poetry
I. The Classical Conception of the Purpose of Poetry
1. General
2. Moral Improvement through Precept and Example
3. Moral Improvement through Allegory
4. The Influence of Rhetoric
II. Medieval Ideas of the Purpose of Poetry
1. Allegorical Interpretations in the Middle Ages
2. Allegory in Mediaeval England
III. Rhetorical Elements in Italian Renaissance Conceptions of the Purpose
of Poetry
1. The Scholastic Grouping of Poetic, Rhet
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VOL. II.--NO. 86. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
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THE FAIR MESSENGER.
BY BENSON J. LOSSING.
On a warm, hazy day in January, 1849, I was at Orangeburg, South
Carolina, eighty miles west of Charleston. My purpose was to visit the
battle-ground of Eutaw Springs, on the right bank of the Santee River,
forty miles distant. I hired a horse and gig for the journey. The steed
was fleet, and the road was level and smooth most of the way. It lay
through cultivated fields and dark pine forests, and across dry swamps
wherein the Spanish moss hung like trailing banners from the live-oak
and cypress trees.
At sunset I had travelled thirty miles. I lodged at the house of a
planter not far from Vance's Ferry, on the Santee, where I passed the
evening with an intelligent and venerable woman (Mrs. Buxton)
eighty-four years of age. She was a maiden of seventeen when the armies
of Greene and Rawdon made lively times in the region of the Upper
Santee, Catawba, Saluda, and Broad rivers. She knew Marion, and Sumter,
and Horry, and other less famous partisans, who were frequently at her
father's home, on the verge of a swamp not far from the High Hills of
Santee.
"We were Whigs," she said, "but
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THE VEGETABLE GARDEN
[Illustration: A GOOD COLLECTION OF HOME-GROWN VEGETABLES]
[Illustration: LETTUCE MATURING IN HOME-MADE COLD FRAME]
The
Vegetable Garden
WHAT, WHEN, AND HOW TO PLANT
_Reprinted from "The Farmer's Cyclopedia"_
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1917
_Copyright, 1912, by_
AGRICULTURAL SERVICE COMPANY
WASHINGTON, D. C.
_All rights reserved_
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PAGE
Its Importance 3
Location 5
Plan and Arrangement 5
Fertilizers 7
Preparation of the Soil 9
Time of Planting 10
Selection of Seed 10
Sowing and Planting 11
Tools 15
Mulching 15
Irrigation 18
Thinning 19
Transplanting 19
Setting in the Open Ground 20
Protection of Plants 21
Harvesting, Packing and Shipping 22
Canning Vegetables on the Farm 23
Storing 27
Early Plants in Hotbeds 29
Handling Plants 30
Frames Used in Truck Growing 31
Ventilation 33
Soils and Fertilizers 34
Watering Crops 34
Garden Products:
Anise 35
Artichoke 35
Asparagus 35
Beans 40
Beans, Lima 46
Beets 47
Borage 48
Broccoli 48
Brussels Sprouts 49
Cabbage 49
Calabash 51
Cantaloupe 52
Cardoon 53
Carrot 54
Cauliflower 54
Celeriac 57
Celery 57
Cetewayo 64
Chayote 64
Chervil 64
Chicory 64
Chile 65
Chive 66
Citron 66
Collards 67
Corn Salad 67
Cress 67
Cucumbers 67
Dandelion 71
Dill 72
Egg Plant 72
Endive 72
Fennel 73
Garlic 73
Ginger 73
Herbs 73
Horse Radish 74
Ice Plant 73
Kale 74
Kohl-Rabi 74
Leek 75
Lettuce 75
Lleren 75
Martynia 76
Melon--Muskmelon 76
Melon--Watermelon 81
Mustard 82
Nasturtium 82
New Zealand Spinach 83
Okra 83
Onions 85
Parsley 95
Parsnip 95
Peas 95
Peppers 96
Physalis 96
Potato 97
Pumpkin 116
Radish 116
Rhubarb 116
Ruta-Baga 117
Salsify 117
Scolymus 117
Skirret 117
Sorrel 118
Spinach 118
Squash 118
Stachys 118
Sweet Basil 119
Sweet Corn 119
Sweet Marjoram 119
Sweet Potato 119
Swiss Chard 128
Thyme 128
Tomatoes 128
Turnips 137
Vegetable Marrow 137
Quantity of Seed to Plant 138
Composition of Roots 140
Authorities Consulted 140
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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Liquid Manure is One of the Best Acting Fertilizers 8
The Wheel Hoe is the Handiest Garden Tool 16
The Easiest Running Wheel Hoe Valuable for Maintaining
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BY THE SEA
AND OTHER VERSES
_By_
_H. Lavinia Baily_
[Illustration]
BOSTON
RICHARD G. BADGER
The Gorham Press
1907
_Copyright 1907 by H. Lavinia Baily_
_All Rights Reserved_
_The Gorham Press, Boston_
CONTENTS
Myself and You 7
By the Sea 8
At the Close of the Year 14
Risen 16
Elizabeth Crowned 18
Who is Sufficient 19
Peace 21
Boys and Girls 22
A Smile 23
A Sparrow Alone on the Housetop 24
To Mother 24
Psalm CXXI 25
To R. T. B. 26
On New Year, 1897 27
To Anna 27
A Song of Tens 28
Jessica 29
Transition 29
To A. H. B. 30
To Winnie 31
A Life Work 32
Visions 32
Be Ye also Ready 39
Mimosa 40
At the Crisis 41
On the Death of Dr. James E. Rhoads 42
Eternal Youth 43
Building Time 44
Sunrise 45
Neal Dow 47
"Paradise will Pay for All" 48
Forgiveness 49
A Lost Song? 51
A New Earth 52
Recall 53
Philistia's Triumph 54
The White Ribbon Army 55
Christmas 57
"A Day in June" 57
To-day 59
Losing Victories 59
Not Mine 61
In the Desert 61
A Phantom in the "Circle" 62
A Valentine 66
A Convention Hymn 66
A Collection Song 67
The Ballad of the Boundary Line 68
Margaret Lee 71
Soaring Upward 74
The End of the Road 75
BY THE SEA
_AND OTHER VERSES_
MYSELF AND YOU
There are only myself and you in the world,
There are only myself and you;
'Tis clear, then, that I unto you should be kind,
And that you unto me should be true.
And if I unto you could be always kind,
And you unto me could be true,
Then the criminal courts might all be adjourned,
And the sword would have nothing to do.
A few fertile acres are all that I need,--
Not more than a hundred or two,--
And the great, wide earth holds enough, I am sure,
Enough for myself and for you.
The sweet air of heaven is free to us all;
Upon all fall the rain and the dew;
And the glorious sun in his cycle of light
Shines alike on myself and on you.
The infinite love is as broad as the sky,
And as deep as the ocean's blue,
We may breathe it, bathe in it, live in it, aye,
It is _life_ for myself and for you.
And the Christ who came when the angels sang
Will come, if the song we renew,
And reign in his kingdom,--the Prince of Peace,--
Reigning over myself and you.
O, then, may I be unto you always kind,
And be you unto me always true;
So the land may rest from its turmoil and strife,
And the sword may have nothing to do.
BY THE SEA
AN ARGUMENT FOR PEACE
"You do but dream; the world will never see
Such time as this you picture, when the sword
Shall lie inglorious in its sheath, and be
No more of valorous deeds incentive or reward."
The ocean breezes fanned them where they sat,
At leisure from life's conflict, toil and care,
Yet not unthoughtful, nor unmindful that
In all its weal and woe they held their share.
The rose-light charm and pride of earliest youth
A chastening touch had toned to lovelier hue,
And the white soul of purity and truth
Looked out alike from eyes of brown and blue.
"I covet your fair hope," he spake again,
"I cannot share it; all the hoary past
Denies that mightier prowess of the pen
The poet claims, and proves it still surpassed
"By sword and musket and the arts of war.
And 'twere not so,--the query will return,
Albeit such conflict we must all abhor--
How should the fires of patriotism burn?
"Their flames are kindled by the flash of arms,
And fed by recount of heroic deed;
The sanguinary story has its charms
Tho the heart sicken
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Victorian Songs
"'Let some one sing to us, lightlier move
The minutes fledged with music'."
TENNYSON
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Victorian Songs
Lyrics of the Affections
and Nature
[Illustration]
Collected and Illustrated
by Edmund H Garrett
with an Introduction by
Edmund Gosse
[Decoration]
Little Brown and Company
Boston 1895
_Copyright, 1895._
BY EDMUND H. GARRETT.
University Press:
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A.
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CONTENTS
Where are the songs I used to know?
Christina Rossetti.
AIDE, HAMILTON (1830). Page
Remember or Forget 3
Oh, Let Me Dream 6
Love, the Pilgrim 7
ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM (1824-1889).
Lovely Mary Donnelly 9
Song 13
Serenade 14
Across the Sea 16
ARNOLD, SIR EDWIN (1832).
Serenade 18
A Love Song of Henri Quatre 20
ASHE, THOMAS (1836-1889).
No and Yes 22
At Altenahr 23
Marit 24
AUSTIN, ALFRED (1835).
A Night in June 26
BEDDOES, THOMAS LOVELL (1803-1849).
Dream-Pedlary 30
Song from the Ship 33
Song 34
Song 35
Song, by Two Voices 36
Song 38
BENNETT, WILLIAM COX (1820).
Cradle Song 39
My Roses blossom the Whole Year Round 41
Cradle Song 42
BOURDILLON, F. W. (1852).
Love's Meinie 43
The Night has a Thousand Eyes 44
A Lost Voice 45
BUCHANAN, ROBERT (1841).
Serenade 46
Song 48
COLLINS, MORTIMER (1827-1876).
To F. C. 49
A Game of Chess 50
Multum in Parvo 52
Violets at Home 53
My Thrush 54
CRAIK, DINAH MARIA MULOCK (1826-1887).
Too Late 56
A Silly Song 58
DARLEY, GEORGE (1795-1846).
May Day 60
I've been Roaming 62
Sylvia's Song 63
Serenade 64
DE TABLEY, LORD (1835).
A Winter Sketch 66
The Second Madrigal 69
DE VERE, AUBREY (1788-1846).
Song 70
Song 72
Song 74
DICKENS, CHARLES (1812-1870).
The Ivy Green 75
DOBSON, AUSTIN (1840).
The Ladies of St. James's 77
The Milkmaid 81
DOMETT, ALFRED (1811-1887).
A Glee for Winter 84
A Kiss 86
DUFFERIN, LADY (1807-1867).
Song 88
Lament of the Irish Emigrant 90
FIELD, MICHAEL.
Winds To-day are Large and Free 94
Let us Wreathe the Mighty Cup 96
Where Winds abound 97
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ROMANTIC CITIES OF PROVENCE
[Illustration: CLOISTERS OF ST. TROPHINE, ARLES.
_By E. M. Synge._]
ROMANTIC CITIES OF PROVENCE
by
MONA CAIRD
Illustrated from Sketches by
Joseph Pennell and Edward M. Synge
New York: Charles Scribner's Sons
London: T. Fisher Unwin
TO
MARGUERITE HAMILTON SYNGE
[All rights reserved.]
Preface
This volume can hardly be said to have been written: it came about. The
little tour in the South of France which is responsible for its existence,
happened some years ago, and was undertaken for various reasons, health
and rest among others, and the very last idea which served as a motive
for the journey was that of writing about the country whose history is
so voluminous and so incalculably ancient. Nobody but a historian and a
scholar already deeply versed in the subject could dream of attempting
to treat it in any serious or complete fashion. But this fact did
not prevent the country from instantly making a profound and singular
impression upon a mind entirely unprepared by special study or knowledge
to be thus stirred. The vividness of the impression, therefore, was not
to be accounted for by associations of facts and scenes already formed
in the imagination. True, many an incident of history and romance now
found its scene and background, but before these corresponding parts
of the puzzle had been fitted together the potent charm had penetrated,
giving that strange, baffling sense of home-coming which certain lands
and places have for certain minds, remaining for ever mysterious, yet
for ever familiar as some haunt of early childhood.
An experience of that sort will not, as a rule, allow itself to be set
aside. It works and troubles and urges, until, sooner or later, some
form of transmutation must take place, some condensing into form of the
formless, some passing of impulse into expression, be it what it may.
And thus the first stray notes and sketches were made without ultimate
intention. But the charm imposed itself, and the notes grew and grew.
Then a more definite curiosity awoke and gradually the scene widened:
history and imagination took sisterly hands and whispered suggestions,
explanations of the secret of the extraordinary magic, till finally the
desultory sketches began to demand something of order in their undrilled
ranks. The real toil then began.
The subject, once touched upon, however slightly, is so unendingly
vast and many-sided, so entangled with scholarly controversy, that the
few words possible to say in a volume of this kind seem but to cause
obscurity, and worst of all, to falsify the general balance of impression
because of the innumerable other things that must perforce be left
unsaid. An uneasy struggle is set up in the mind to avoid, if possible,
that most fatal sort of misrepresentation, viz., that which contains a
certain proportion of truth.
And how to choose among varying accounts and theories, one contradicting
the other? Authorities differ on important points as radically and as
surely as they differ about the spelling of the names of persons and
places. There is conflict even as to the names in use at the present
day, as, for instance, the little mountain range of the Alpilles, which
some writers persistently spell _Alpines_, out of pure pigheadedness or
desire to make themselves conspicuous, as it seems to the weary seeker
after textual consistency. Where doctors disagree what can one do who is
not a doctor, but try to give a general impression of the whole matter
and leave the rest to the gods?
As for dates----!
Now there are two things with which no one who has not been marked out by
Providence by a special and triumphant gift ought to dream of attempting
to deal, namely, dates and keys--between which evanescent, elusive and
fundamentally absurd entities there is a subtle and deep-seated affinity.
If meddled with at all, they must
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Transcribed from the 1905 Chapman & Hall "Works of Charles Dickens"
edition by David Price, email [email protected]
A CHILD'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND
By CHARLES DICKENS
With Illustrations by F. H. Townsend and others
LONDON: CHAPMAN & HALL, LD.
NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1905
CHAPTER I--ANCIENT ENGLAND AND THE ROMANS
If you look at a Map of the World, you will see, in the left-hand upper
corner of the Eastern Hemisphere, two Islands lying in the sea. They are
England and Scotland, and Ireland. England and Scotland form the greater
part of these Islands. Ireland is the next in size. The little
neighbouring islands, which are so small upon the Map as to be mere dots,
are chiefly little bits of Scotland,--broken off, I dare say, in the
course of a great length of time, by the power of the restless water.
In the old days, a long, long while ago, before Our Saviour was born on
earth and lay asleep in a manger, these Islands were in the same place,
and the stormy sea roared round them, just as it roars now. But the sea
was not alive, then, with great ships and brave sailors, sailing to and
from all parts of the world. It was very lonely. The Islands lay
solitary, in the great expanse of water. The foaming waves dashed
against their cliffs, and the bleak winds blew over their forests; but
the winds and waves brought no adventurers to land upon the Islands, and
the savage Islanders knew nothing of the rest of the world, and the rest
of the world knew nothing of them.
It is supposed that the Phoenicians, who were an ancient people, famous
for carrying on trade, came in ships to these Islands, and found that
they produced tin and lead; both very useful things, as you know, and
both produced to this very hour upon the sea-coast. The most celebrated
tin mines in Cornwall are, still, close to the sea. One of them, which I
have seen, is so close to it that it is hollowed out underneath the
ocean; and the miners say, that in stormy weather, when they are at work
down in that deep place, they can hear the noise of the waves thundering
above their heads. So, the Phoenicians, coasting about the Islands,
would come, without much difficulty, to where the tin and lead were.
The Phoenicians traded with the Islanders for these metals, and gave the
Islanders some other useful things in exchange. The Islanders were, at
first, poor savages, going almost naked, or only dressed in the rough
skins of beasts, and staining their bodies, as other savages do, with
earths and the juices of plants. But the Phoenicians, sailing
over to the opposite coasts of France and Belgium, and saying to the
people there, 'We have been to those white cliffs across the water, which
you can see in fine weather, and from that country, which is called
BRITAIN, we bring this tin and lead,' tempted some of the French and
Belgians to come over also. These people settled themselves on the south
coast of England, which is now called Kent; and, although they were a
rough people too, they taught the savage Britons some useful arts, and
improved that part of the Islands. It is probable that other people came
over from Spain to Ireland, and settled there.
Thus, by little and little, strangers became mixed with the Islanders,
and the savage Britons grew into a wild, bold people; almost savage,
still, especially in the interior of the country away from the sea where
the foreign settlers seldom went; but hardy, brave, and strong.
The whole country was covered with forests, and swamps. The greater part
of it was very misty and cold. There were no roads, no bridges, no
streets, no houses that you would think deserving of the name. A town
was nothing but a collection of straw-covered huts, hidden in a thick
wood, with
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THE
SHIPWRECKED ORPHANS:
A TRUE NARRATIVE OF THE
SHIPWRECK AND SUFFERINGS
OF
JOHN IRELAND AND WILLIAM DOYLEY,
WHO WERE WRECKED IN THE
SHIP CHARLES EATON,
ON AN ISLAND IN THE SOUTH SEAS.
WRITTEN BY JOHN IRELAND.
NEW HAVEN.
PUBLISHED BY S. BABCOCK.
_TO MY YOUNG READERS._
[Illustration]
_My dear little Friends_:
For this volume of TELLER’S TALES, I have selected the “SHIPWRECKED
ORPHANS, a True Narrative of the Sufferings of John Ireland” and a
little child, named William Doyley, who were unfortunately wrecked in
the ship Charles Eaton, of London, and lived for several years with the
natives of the South Sea Islands. The remainder of the passengers and
crew of this ill-fated ship, were most inhumanly murdered by the savages
soon after they landed from the wreck. The Narrative was written by one
of the Orphans, John Ireland, and I give it to you in nearly his own
words, having made but few alterations in the style in which he tells
the story of their sufferings.
The people of some of the South Sea Islands, are of a very cruel
disposition; some of them are cannibals; that is, they eat the flesh of
those unfortunate persons who may happen to be shipwrecked on their
Islands, or whom they may take prisoners of war. Others, on the
contrary, show the greatest kindness to strangers in distress. May the
time soon come when civilization and the Christian religion shall reach
all these benighted savages, and teach them to relieve the distressed,
and to regard the unfortunate as their brethren.
As very little is yet known of the manners and customs of these savage
tribes, I trust this Narrative will prove both interesting and
instructive to you all; and I hope you will feel grateful that,—unlike
the sufferers in this story,—you are surrounded with the comforts of
life, and have kind parents and friends to watch over you and defend you
from the dangers and miseries to which these poor Orphans were so long
exposed.
Your old friend and well-wisher,
THOMAS TELLER.
_Roseville Hall_, 1844.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE
SHIPWRECKED ORPHANS.
[Illustration]
Having obtained a situation as assistant in the cabin of the ship
Charles Eaton, I went on board on the 28th of September, 1833, to assist
in preparing for the voyage. In the month of December following, I had
the misfortune to fall into the dock, and not being able to swim,
narrowly escaped drowning; but through the exertions of Mr. Clare, the
chief officer of the ship, I was with difficulty saved.
About the 19th of December, we left the dock, with a cargo mostly of
lead and calico. Our crew consisted of the following persons: Frederick
Moore, commander; Robert Clare, chief mate; William Major, second mate,
Messrs. Ching and Perry, midshipmen; Mr. Grant, surgeon: Mr. Williams,
sail-maker; William Montgomery, steward; Lawrence Constantyne,
carpenter; Thomas Everitt, boatswain; John Barry, George Lawn, James
Millar, James Moore, John Carr, Francis Hower, William Jefferies, Samuel
Baylett, Charles Robertson, and Francis Quill, seamen; and John Sexton,
and myself, boys. The passengers were, Mr. Armstrong, a native of
Ireland, and twenty-five male and female children from the Emigration
Society, with some other steerage passengers.
We had a favorable passage down the river to Gravesend, where we took
leave of our pilot. A pilot is a person who takes charge of the ships in
those parts of rivers where they are dangerous. On the 23d of December
we went on our voyage, passing Deal on the 25th, and arrived at Cowes,
in the Isle of Wight, on the 27th.
The wind here proved contrary, and we were detained in the harbor until
the 4th of January, 1834; when, as we were attempting to quit, a
schooner ran against our vessel and broke off our bowsprit and jib-boom,
and did other damage to
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ANDY HELPS THE INDIAN SQUAW TO CONSTRUCT THE WIGWAM.--_Page_ 225.]
CEDAR CREEK
_FROM THE SHANTY TO THE SETTLEMENT_
A Tale of Canadian Life
BY THE AUTHOR OF
'GOLDEN HILLS, A TALE OF THE IRISH FAMINE'
'THE FOSTER-BROTHERS OF DOON,' ETC.
LONDON
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY
56 PATERNOSTER ROW, 65 ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD
AND 164 PICCADILLY
MORRISON AND GIBB, EDINBURGH,
PRINTERS TO HER MAJESTY'S STATIONERY OFFICE
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I. WHY ROBERT WYNN EMIGRATED, 7
II. CROSSING THE 'FERRY,' 22
III. UP THE ST. LAWRENCE, 35
IV. WOODEN-NESS, 44
V. DEBARKATION, 52
VI. CONCERNING AN INCUBUS, 63
VII. THE RIVER HIGHWAY, 70
VIII. 'JEAN BAPTISTE' AT HOME, 78
IX. 'FROM MUD TO MARBLE,' 86
X. CORDUROY, 96
XI. THE BATTLE WITH THE WILDERNESS BEGINS, 105
XII. CAMPING IN THE BUSH, 115
XIII. THE YANKEE STOREKEEPER, 123
XIV. THE 'CORNER,' 133
XV. ANDY TREES A 'BASTE,' 138
XVI. LOST IN THE WOODS, 145
XVII. BACK TO CEDAR CREEK, 154
XVIII. GIANT TWO-SHOES, 166
XIX. A MEDLEY, 171
XX. THE ICE-SLEDGE, 180
XXI. THE FOREST-MAN, 186
XXII. SILVER SLEIGH-BELLS, 196
XXIII. STILL-HUNTING, 202
XXIV. LUMBERERS, 214
XXV. CHILDREN OF THE FOREST, 220
XXVI. ON A SWEET SUBJECT, 229
XXVII. A BUSY BEE, 235
XXVIII. OLD FACES UPON NEW NEIGHBOURS, 244
XXIX. ONE DAY IN JULY, 250
XXX. VISITORS AND VISITED, 259
XXXI. SUNDAY IN THE FOREST, 260
XXXII. HOW THE CAPTAIN CLEARED HIS BUSH, 274
XXXIII. THE FOREST ON FIRE, 280
XXXIV. TRITON AMONG MINNOWS, 291
XXXV. THE PINK MIST, 298
XXXVI. BELOW ZERO, 309
XXXVII. A CUT, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES, 315
XXXVIII. JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES, 324
XXXIX. SETTLER THE SECOND, 329
XL. AN UNWELCOME SUITOR, 338
XLI. THE MILL-PRIVILEGE, 343
XLII. UNDER THE NORTHERN LIGHTS, 351
XLIII. A BUSH-FLITTING, 359
XLIV. SHOVING OF THE ICE, 370
XLV. EXEUNT OMNES, 378
CEDAR CREEK.
CHAPTER I.
WHY ROBERT WYNN EMIGRATED.
A night train drew up slowly alongside the platform at the Euston Square
terminus. Immediately the long inanimate line of rail-carriages burst
into busy life: a few minutes of apparently frantic confusion, and the
individual items of the human freight were speeding towards all parts of
the compass, to be absorbed in the leviathan metropolis, as drops of a
shower in a boundless sea.
One of the cabs pursuing each other along the lamplit streets, and
finally diverging among the almost infinite ramifications of London
thoroughfares, contains a young man, who sits gazing through the window
at the rapidly passing range of houses and shops with curiously fixed
vision. The face, as momentarily revealed by the beaming of a brilliant
gaslight, is chiefly remarkable for clear dark eyes rather deeply set,
and a firm closure of the lips. He scarcely alters his posture during
the miles of driving through wildernesses of brick and stone: some
thoughts are at work beneath that broad short brow, which keep him thus
still. He has never been in London before. He has come now on an errand
of hope and endeavour, for he wants to push himself into the army of the
world's workers, somewhere. Prosaically, he wants to earn his bread,
and, if possible, butter wherewith to flavour it. Like Britons in
general, from Dick Whittington downwards, he thinks that the capital is
the place in which to seek one's fortune, and to find it. He had not
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Minor punctuation inconsistencies have been silently corrected. A list of
other changes made can be found at the end of the book.
Mark-up: _italics_
The King _of_ Gee-Whiz
[Illustration: They flew on and on _Page 128_]
The King _of_ Gee-Whiz
_By_ Emerson Hough
Author of The Mississippi Bubble The Law of the Land, etc.
With Lyrics by
Wilbur D. Nesbit
Author of The Trail
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MR. BLAKE’S
WALKING-STICK:
_A CHRISTMAS STORY FOR BOYS AND GIRLS_.
BY EDWARD EGGLESTON,
AUTHOR OF
“THE ROUND TABLE STORIES,” “THE CHICKEN LITTLE STORIES,”
“STORIES TOLD ON A CELLAR DOOR,” ETC.
CHICAGO:
ADAMS, BLACKMER, & LYON PUBLISHING CO.
1872.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870,
BY ADAMS, BLACKMER, & LYON PUBLISHING COMPANY,
In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:
STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY
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The Rover Boys In Business
or
The Search for the Missing Bonds
by Arthur M. Winfield, 1915
(Edward Stratemeyer)
INTRODUCTION
My Dear Boys: This book is a complete story in itself, but forms the
nineteenth volume in a line issued under the general title of "The
Rover Boys Series for Young Americans."
As I have mentioned in several other volumes, this series was started
a number of years ago with the publication of "The Rover Boys at
School," "On the Ocean
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IN TAUNTON TOWN.
HISTORICAL TALES
BY
E. Everett-Green.
_In handsome crown 8vo volumes, cloth extra, gilt tops. Price 5s. each._
IN TAUNTON TOWN. A Story of the Days of the Rebellion of James, Duke of
Monmouth, in 1685.
SHUT IN. A Tale of the Wonderful Siege of Antwerp in the Year 1585.
THE LOST TREASURE OF TREVLYN. A Story of the Days of the Gunpowder Plot.
IN THE DAYS OF CHIVALRY. A Tale of the Times of the Black Prince.
LOYAL HEARTS AND TRUE. A Story of the Days of Queen Elizabeth.
The Church and the King. A Tale of England in the Days of Henry VIII.
_In post 8vo volumes, cloth extra. Price 2s. 6d. each._
EVIL MAY-DAY. A Story of 1517.
IN THE WARS OF THE ROSES.
THE LORD OF DYNEVOR. A Tale of the Times of Edward the First.
THE SECRET CHAMBER AT CHAD.
_Published by_
T. NELSON AND SONS, London, Edinburgh, and New York
IN TAUNTON
TOWN
[Illustration: _JAMES, DUKE OF MONMOUTH._]
T. NELSON & SONS
_LONDON, EDINBURGH & NEW YORK_
_In Taunton Town_
_A Story of the
Rebellion of James Duke of Monmouth
in 1685_
_By_
_E. EVERETT-GREEN_
_Author of_ "_In the Days of Chivalry_," "_The Church and the King_,"
"_The Lord of Dynevor_," "_Shut In_"
_&c. &c._
[Illustration]
_T. NELSON AND SONS_
_London, Edinburgh, and New York_
_1896_
CONTENTS.
I. THE SNOWE FAMILY, 9
II. MY CAREER IS SETTLED, 25
III. MY NEW HOME, 42
IV. MY NEW LIFE, 59
V. I GET AMONGST FINE FOLK, 79
VI. VISCOUNT VERE, 95
VII. A WINTER OF PLOTS, 112
VIII. "LE ROI EST MORT," 129
IX. THE MUTTERING OF THE STORM, 146
X. MY RIDE TO LYME, 163
XI. OUR DELIVERER, 180
XII. BACK TO TAUNTON, 197
XIII. THE REVOLT OF TAUNTON, 214
XIV. A GLORIOUS DAY, 230
XV. THE MAIDS OF TAUNTON, 250
XVI. "THE TAUNTON KING," 264
XVII. ON THE WAR-PATH, 281
XVIII. IN PERIL IN A STRANGE CITY, 297
XIX. A BAPTISM OF BLOOD, 314
XX. IN SUSPENSE, 331
XXI. BACK AT BRIDGEWATER, 348
XXII. FATAL SEDGEMOOR, 364
XXIII. TERRIBLE DAYS, 381
XXIV. THE PRISONER OF THE CASTLE, 398
XXV. JUST IN TIME, 413
XXVI. THE TERRIBLE JUDGE, 430
XXVII. THE JUDGE'S SENTENCES, 447
XXVIII.
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FAIR HAVEN
AND
FOUL STRAND
BY
AUGUST STRINDBERG
NEW YORK
MCBRIDE, NAST & COMPANY
MCMXIV
CONTENTS
FAIR HAVEN AND FOUL STRAND
THE DOCTOR'S FIRST STORY
THE DOCTOR'S SECOND STORY
HERR BENGT'S WIFE
FAIR HAVEN AND FOUL STRAND
The quarantine doctor was a man of five-and-sixty, well-preserved,
short, slim and elastic, with a military bearing which recalled the
fact that he had served in the Army Medical Corps. From birth he
belonged to the eccentrics who feel uncomfortable in life and are never
at home in it. Born in a mining district, of well-to-do but stern
parents, he had no pleasant recollections of his childhood. His father
and mother never spoke kindly, even when there was occasion to do so,
but always harshly, with or without cause. His mother was one of those
strange characters who get angry about nothing. Her anger arose without
visible cause, so that her son sometimes thought she was not right in
her head, and sometimes that she was deaf and could not hear properly,
for occasionally her response to an act of kindness was a box on the
ears. Therefore the boy became mistrustful towards people in general,
for the only natural bond which should have united him to humanity
with tenderness, was broken, and everything in life assumed a hostile
appearance. Accordingly, though he did not show it, he was always in a
posture of defence.
At school he had friends, but since he did not know how sincerely
he wished them well, he became submissive, and made all kinds of
concessions in order to preserve his faith in real friendship. By so
doing he let his friends encroach so much that they oppressed him and
began to tyrannise over him. When matters came to this point, he went
his own way without giving any explanations. But he soon found a new
friend with whom the same story was repeated from beginning to end. The
result was that later in life he only sought for acquaintances, and
grew accustomed to rely only upon himself. When he was confirmed, and
felt mature and responsible through being declared ecclesiastically of
age, an event happened which proved a turning-point in his life. He
came home too late for a meal and his mother received him with a shower
of blows from a stick. Without thinking, the young man raised his hand,
and gave her a box on the ear. For a moment mother and son confronted
each other, he expecting the roof to fall in or that he would be struck
dead in some miraculous way. But nothing happened. His mother went
out as though nothing had occurred, and behaved afterwards as though
nothing unusual had taken place between them.
Later on in life when this affair recurred to his memory, he wondered
what must have passed through her mind. She had cast one look to the
ceiling as though she sought there for something--an invisible hand
perhaps, or had she resigned herself to it, because she had at last
seen that it was a well-deserved retribution, and therefore not called
him to account? It was strange, that in spite of desperate efforts to
produce pangs of conscience, he never felt any self-reproach on the
subject. It seemed to have happened without his will, and as though it
must happen.
Nevertheless, it marked a boundary-line in his life. The cord was cut
and he fell out in life alone, away from his mother and domesticity. He
felt as though he had been born without father and mother. Both seemed
to him strangers whom he would have found it most natural to call Mr
and Mrs So-and-so. At the University he at once noticed the difference
between his lot and that of his companions. They had parents, brothers,
and sisters; there was an order and succession in their life. They had
relations to their fellow-men and obeyed secret social laws. They felt
instinctively that he did not belong to their fold.
When as a young doctor he acted on behalf of an army medical officer
for some time, he felt at once that he was not in his proper place, and
so did the officers. The silent resistance which he offered from the
first to their imperiousness and arbitrary ways marked him out as a
dissatisfied critic, and he was left to himself.
In the hospital it was the same. Here he perceived at once the fateful
predestination of social election, those who were called and those who
were not called. It seemed as though the authorities could discern
by scent those who were congenial to them. And so it was everywhere.
He started a practice as a ladies' doctor, but had no luck, for he
demanded straightforward answers to his questions, and those he never
received. Then he became impatient, and was considered brutal. He
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THE RETROSPECT
by
ADA CAMBRIDGE
Author of
"Thirty Years in Australia," "Path and Goal," etc.
London
Stanley Paul & Co.
31 Essex Street, Strand, W.C.
Colonial Edition.
TO
MY FRIENDS, KNOWN AND UNKNOWN
WHO WERE YOUNG AND HAVE GROWN OLD WITH ME
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Adventures on
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THE BATTLE OF LIFE.
A LOVE STORY.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: THE BATTLE OF LIFE
A LOVE STORY]
THE
BATTLE OF LIFE.
A Love Story.
BY
CHARLES DICKENS.
London:
BRADBURY & EVANS, WHITEFRIARS.
MDCCCXLVI.
LONDON:
BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
THIS
Christmas Book
IS CORDIALLY INSCRIBED TO MY ENGLISH FRIENDS
IN SWITZERLAND
ILLUSTRATIONS.
_Title._ _Artist._ _Engraver._
FRONTISPIECE D. MACLISE, R.A. _Thompson._
TITLE D. MACLISE, R.A. _Thompson._
PART THE FIRST R. DOYLE. _Dalziel._
WAR C. STANFIELD, R.A. _Williams._
PEACE C. STANFIELD, R.A. _Williams._
THE PARTING BREAKFAST J. LEECH. _Dalziel._
PART THE SECOND R. DOYLE. _Green._
SNITCHEY AND CRAGGS J. LEECH. _Dalziel._
THE SECRET INTERVIEW D. MACLISE, R.A. _Williams._
THE NIGHT OF THE RETURN J. LEECH. _Dalziel._
PART THE THIRD R. DOYLE. _Dalziel._
THE NUTMEG GRATER C. STANFIELD, R.A. _Williams._
THE SISTERS D. MACLISE, R.A. _Williams._
THE BATTLE OF LIFE.
A Love Story.
PART THE FIRST.
[Illustration]
PART THE FIRST
[Illustration]
Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it
matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a
long summer day when the waving grass was green. Many a wild flower
formed by the Almighty Hand to be a perfumed goblet for the dew, felt
its enamelled cup fill high with blood that day, and shrinking dropped.
Many an insect deriving its delicate color from harmless leaves and
herbs, was stained anew that day by dying men, and marked its frightened
way with an unnatural track. The painted butterfly took blood into the
air upon the edges of its wings. The stream ran red. The trodden ground
became a quagmire, whence, from sullen pools collected in the prints of
human feet and horses' hoofs, the one prevailing hue still lowered and
glimmered at the sun.
[Illustration]
Heaven keep us from a knowledge of the sights the moon beheld
upon that field, when, coming up above the black line of distant
rising-ground, softened and blurred at the edge by trees, she rose
into the sky and looked upon the plain, strewn with upturned faces
that had once at mothers' breasts sought mothers' eyes, or slumbered
happily. Heaven keep us from a knowledge of the secrets whispered
afterwards upon the tainted wind that blew across the scene of that
day's work and that night's death and suffering! Many a lonely moon
was bright upon the battle-ground, and many a star kept mournful watch
upon it, and many a wind from every quarter of the earth blew over it,
before the traces of the fight were worn away.
They lurked and lingered for a long time, but survived in little things,
for Nature, far above the evil passions of men, soon recovered Her
serenity, and smiled upon the guilty battle-ground as she had done
before, when it was innocent. The larks sang high above it, the swallows
skimmed and dipped and flitted to and fro, the shadows of the flying
clouds pursued each other swiftly, over grass and corn and turnip-field
and wood, and over roof and church-spire in the nestling town among
the trees, away into the bright distance on the borders of the sky
and earth, where the red sunsets faded. Crops were sown, and grew up,
and were gathered in; the stream that had been crimsoned, turned a
watermill; men whistled at the plough; gleaners and haymakers were seen
in quiet groups at work; sheep and oxen pastured; boys whooped and
called, in fields, to scare
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THE LIFEBOAT, BY R.M. BALLANTYNE.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE BEGINNING--IN WHICH SEVERAL IMPORTANT PERSONAGES ARE INTRODUCED.
There existed, not many years ago, a certain street near the banks of
old Father Thames which may be described as being one of the most modest
and retiring little streets in London.
The neighbourhood around that street was emphatically dirty and noisy.
There were powerful smells of tallow and tar in the atmosphere,
suggestive of shipping and commerce. Narrow lanes opened off the main
street affording access to wharves and warehouses, and presenting at
their termini segmentary views of ships' hulls, bowsprits, and booms,
with a background of muddy water and smoke. There were courts with
unglazed windows resembling doors, and massive cranes clinging to the
walls. There were yards full of cases and barrels, and great anchors
and chains, which invaded the mud of the river as far as was consistent
with safety; and adventurous little warehouses, which stood on piles, up
to the knees, as it were, in water, totally regardless of appearances,
and utterly indifferent as to catching cold. As regards the population
of this locality, rats were, perhaps, in excess of human beings; and it
might have been observed that the former were particularly frolicsome
and fearless.
Farther back, on the landward side of our unobtrusive street, commercial
and nautical elements were more mingled with things appertaining to
domestic life. Elephantine horses, addicted to good living, drew
through the narrow streets wagons and vans so ponderous and gigantic
that they seemed to crush the very stones over which they rolled, and
ran terrible risk of sweeping little children out of the upper windows
of the houses. In unfavourable contrast with these, donkeys, of the
most meagre and starved aspect, staggered along with cartloads of fusty
vegetables and dirty-looking fish, while the vendors thereof howled the
nature and value of their wares with deliberate ferocity. Low
pawnbrokers (chiefly in the "slop" line) obtruded their seedy wares from
doors and windows halfway across the pavement, as if to tempt the naked;
and equally low pastry-cooks spread forth their stale viands in unglazed
windows, as if to seduce the hungry.
Here the population was mixed and varied. Busy men of business and of
wealth, porters and wagoners, clerks and warehousemen, rubbed shoulders
with poor squalid creatures, men and women, whose business or calling no
one knew and few cared to know except the policeman on the beat, who,
with stern suspicious glances, looked upon them as objects of special
regard, and as enemies; except, also, the earnest-faced man in seedy
black garments, with a large Bible (_evidently_) in his pocket, who
likewise looked on them as objects of special regard, and as friends.
The rats were much more circumspect in this locality. They were what
the Yankees would call uncommonly "cute," and much too deeply intent on
business to indulge in play.
In the lanes, courts, and alleys that ran still farther back into the
great hive, there was an amount of squalor, destitution, violence, sin,
and misery, the depth of which was known only to the people who dwelt
there, and to those earnest-faced men with Bibles who made it their work
to cultivate green spots in the midst of such unpromising wastes, and to
foster the growth of those tender and beautiful flowers which sometimes
spring and flourish where, to judge from appearances, one might be
tempted to imagine nothing good could thrive. Here also there were
rats, and cats too, besides dogs of many kinds; but they all of them led
hard lives of it, and few appeared to think much of enjoying themselves.
Existence seemed to be the height of their ambition. Even the kittens
were depressed, and sometimes stopped in the midst of a faint attempt at
play to look round with a scared aspect, as if the memory of kicks and
blows was strong upon them.
The whole neighbourhood, in fact, teemed with sad yet interesting sights
and scenes, and with strange violent contrasts. It was not a spot which
one would naturally select for a ramble on a summer evening after
dinner; nevertheless it was a locality where time might have been
profitably spent, where a good lesson or two might have been learned by
those who have a tendency to "consider the poor."
But although the neighbourhood was dirty and noisy, our modest street,
which was at that time known by the name of Redwharf Lane, was
comparatively clean and quiet. True, the smell of tallow and tar could
not be altogether excluded, neither could the noises; but these scents
and sounds reached it in a mitigated degree, and as the street was not a
thoroughfare, few people entered it, except those who had business
there, or those who had lost their way, or an occasional street boy of
an explorative tendency; which last, on finding that it was a quiet
spot, invariably entered a protest against such an outrageous idea as
quietude in "the City" by sending up a series of hideous yells
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WHEN THE SLEEPER WAKES
By Herbert George Wells
CHAPTER I. INSOMNIA
One afternoon, at low water, Mr. Isbister, a young artist lodging at
Boscastle, walked from that place to the picturesque cove of Pentargen,
desiring to examine the caves there. Halfway down the precipitous
path to the Pentargen beach he came suddenly upon a man sitting in an
attitude of profound distress beneath a projecting mass of rock. The
hands of this man hung limply over his knees, his eyes were red and
staring before him, and his face was wet with tears.
He glanced round at Isbister's footfall. Both men were disconcerted,
Isbister the more so, and, to override the awkwardness of his
involuntary pause, he remarked, with an air of mature conviction, that
the weather was hot for the time of year.
"Very," answered the stranger shortly, hesitated a second, and added in
a colourless tone, "I can't sleep."
Isbister stopped abruptly. "No?" was all he said, but his bearing
conveyed his helpful impulse.
"It may sound incredible," said the stranger, turning weary eyes to
Isbister's face and emphasizing his words with a languid hand, "but I
have had no sleep--no sleep at all for six nights."
"Had advice?"
"Yes. Bad advice for the most part. Drugs. My nervous system.... They
are all very well for the run of people. It's hard to explain. I dare
not take... sufficiently powerful drugs."
"That makes it difficult," said Isbister.
He stood helplessly in the narrow path, perplexed what to do. Clearly
the man wanted to talk. An idea natural enough under the circumstances,
prompted him to keep the conversation going. "I've never suffered from
sleeplessness myself," he said in a tone of commonplace gossip, "but in
those cases I have known, people have usually found something--"
"I dare make no experiments."
He spoke wearily. He gave a gesture of rejection, and for a space both
men were silent.
"Exercise?" suggested Isbister diffidently, with a glance from his
interlocutor's face of wretchedness to the touring costume he wore.
"That is what I have tried. Unwisely perhaps. I have followed the coast,
day after day--from New Quay. It has only added muscular fatigue to
the mental. The cause of this unrest was overwork--trouble. There was
something--"
He stopped as if from sheer fatigue. He rubbed his forehead with a lean
hand. He resumed speech like one who talks to himself.
"I am a lone wolf, a solitary man, wandering through a world in which
I have no part. I am wifeless--childless--who is it speaks of the
childless as the dead twigs on the tree of life? I am wifeless, I
childless--I could find no duty to do. No desire even in my heart. One
thing at last I set myself to do.
"I said, I will do this, and to do it, to overcome the inertia of this
dull body, I resorted to drugs. Great God, I've had enough of drugs!
I don't know if _you_ feel the heavy inconvenience of the body, its
exasperating demand of time from the mind--time--life! Live! We only
live in patches. We have to eat, and then comes the dull digestive
complacencies--or irritations. We have to take the air or else our
thoughts grow sluggish, stupid, run into gulfs and blind alleys. A
thousand distractions arise from within and without, and then comes
drowsiness and sleep. Men seem to live for sleep. How little of a man's
day is his own--even at the best! And then come those false friends,
those Thug helpers, the alkaloids that stifle natural fatigue and kill
rest--black coffee, cocaine--"
"I see," said Isbister.
"I did my work," said the sleepless man with a querulous intonation.
"And this is the price?"
"Yes."
For a little while the two remained without speaking.
"You cannot imagine the craving for rest that I feel--a hunger and
thirst. For six long days, since my work was done, my mind has been a
whirlpool, swift, unprogressive and incessant, a torrent of thoughts
leading nowhere, spinning round swift and steady--"
He paused. "Towards the gulf."
"You must sleep," said Isbister decisively, and with an air of a remedy
discovered. "Certainly you must sleep."
"My mind is perfectly lucid. It was never clearer. But I know I am
drawing towards the vortex. Presently--"
"Yes?"
"You have
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An Essay
In Aid Of
A Grammar Of Assent.
by
John Henry Newman,
Of the Oratory.
Non in dialectica complacuit Deo salvum facere populum suum.
ST. AMBROSE.
London:
Burns, Oates, & Co.
17 & 18, Portman Street, and 63, Paternoster Row.
1874
CONTENTS
Dedication.
Part I. Assent And Apprehension.
Chapter I. Modes Of Holding And Apprehending Propositions.
§ 1. Modes of Holding Propositions.
§ 2. Modes of apprehending Propositions.
Chapter II. Assent Considered As Apprehensive.
Chapter III. The Apprehension Of Propositions.
Chapter IV. Notional And Real Assent.
§ 1. Notional Assents.
§ 2. Real Assents.
§ 3. Notional and Real Assents Contrasted.
Chapter V. Apprehension And Assent In The Matter Of Religion.
§ 1. Belief in One God.
§ 2. Belief in the Holy Trinity.
§ 3. Belief in Dogmatic Theology.
Part II. Assent And Inference.
Chapter VI. Assent Considered As Unconditional.
§ 1. Simple Assent.
§ 2. Complex Assent.
Chapter VII. Certitude.
§ 1. Assent and Certitude Contrasted.
§ 2. Indefectibility of Certitude.
Chapter VIII. Inference.
§ 1. Formal Inference.
§ 2. Informal Inference.
§ 3. Natural Inference.
Chapter IX. The Illative Sense.
§ 1. The Sanction of the Illative Sense.
§ 2. The Nature of the Illative Sense.
§ 3. The Range of the Illative Sense.
Chapter X. Inference And Assent In The Matter Of Religion.
§ 1. Natural Religion.
§ 2. Revealed Religion.
Note.
Footnotes
DEDICATION.
To
Edward Bellasis,
Serjeant At Law,
In Remembrance
Of A Long, Equable, Sunny Friendship;
In Gratitude
For Continual Kindnesses Shown To Me,
For An Unwearied Zeal In My Behalf,
For A Trust In Me Which Has Never Wavered,
And A Prompt, Effectual Succour And Support
In Times Of Special Trial,
From His Affectionate
J. H. N.
_February 21, 1870._
PART I. ASSENT AND APPREHENSION.
Chapter I. Modes Of Holding And Apprehending Propositions.
§ 1. Modes of Holding Propositions.
1. Propositions (consisting of a subject and predicate united by the
copula) may take a categorical, conditional, or interrogative form.
(1) An interrogative, when they ask a Question, (e. g. Does Free-trade
benefit the poorer classes?) and imply the possibility of an affirmative
or negative resolution of it.
(2) A conditional, when they express a Conclusion (e. g. Free-trade
therefore benefits the poorer classes), and both imply, and imply their
dependence on, other propositions.
(3) A categorical, when they simply make an Assertion (e. g. Free-trade
does benefit), and imply the absence of any condition or reservation of
any kind, looking neither before nor behind, as resting in themselves and
being intrinsically complete.
These three modes of shaping a proposition, distinct as they are from each
other, follow each other in natural sequence. A proposition, which starts
with being a Question, may become a Conclusion, and then be changed into
an Assertion; but it has of course ceased to be a question, so far forth
as it has become a conclusion, and has rid itself of its argumentative
form--that is, has ceased to be a conclusion,--so far forth as it has become
an assertion. A question has not yet got so far as to be a conclusion,
though it is the necessary preliminary of a conclusion; and an assertion
has got beyond being a mere conclusion, though it is the natural issue of
a conclusion. Their correlation is the measure of their distinction one
from another.
No one is likely to deny that a question is distinct both from a
conclusion and from an assertion; and an assertion will be found to be
equally distinct from a conclusion. For, if we rest our affirmation on
arguments, this shows that we are not asserting; and, when we assert, we
do not argue. An assertion is as distinct from a conclusion, as a word of
command is from a persuasion or
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[Illustration: George Washington]
LOG CABIN TO WHITE HOUSE SERIES
From Farm House to the White House
THE LIFE OF
GEORGE WASHINGTON
HIS BOYHOOD, YOUTH, MANHOOD, PUBLIC
AND PRIVATE LIFE AND SERVICES
_By_ William M. Thayer
Author of "From Log Cabin to White House,"
"From Pioneer Home to White House,"
"From Tannery to White House,"
"From Boyhood to Manhood," etc., etc.
_ILLUSTRATED_
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Log Cabin to White House Series.
UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME.
BY WILLIAM M. THAYER:
From Boyhood to Manhood--Life of Benjamin Franklin.
From Farm House to White House--Life of George Washington.
From Log Cabin to White House--Life of James A. Garfield,
with eulogy by Hon. James G. Blaine.
From Pioneer Home to White House--Life of Abraham Lincoln,
with eulogy by Hon. Geo. Bancroft.
From Tannery to White House--Life of Ulysses S. Grant.
BY EDWARD S. ELLIS:
From Ranch to White House--Life of Theodore Roosevelt.
_Price Post-Paid, 75c. each, or $4.50 for the set._
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK.
Copyright, 1890, By JAMES H. EARLE.
To ALL WHO HONOR TRUE MANHOOD,
This Volume,
_REPRESENTING THE ELEMENTS OF SUCCESS_,
From Boyhood to Manhood
IN THE
CAREER AND NOBLE CHARACTER
OF
GEORGE WASHINGTON,
"_THE FATHER OF HIS COUNTRY_,"
Is Sincerely and Affectionately Dedicated.
PREFACE.
Every American, old or young, should become familiar with the life of
Washington; it will confirm their patriotism and strengthen their
loyalty. Such a character will become an inspiration to them, eliciting
nobler aims, and impelling to nobler deeds.
Washington himself wrote to his step-son, who was in college:
"You are now extending into that stage of life when good or bad
habits are formed; when the mind will be turned to things useful
and praiseworthy or to dissipation and vice. Fix on which ever
it may, it will stick by you; for you know it has been said, and
truly, 'The way the twig is bent the tree's inclined.' This, in
a strong point of view, shows the propriety of letting your
inexperience be directed by maturer advice, and in placing guard
upon the avenues which lead to idleness and vice. The latter
will approach like a thief, working upon your passions,
encouraged, perhaps, by bad examples, the propensity to which
will increase in proportion to the practice of it and your
yielding. Virtue and vice cannot be allied, nor can idleness and
industry; of course if you resolve to adhere to the former of
these extremes, an intimacy with those who incline to the latter
of them would be extremely embarrassing to you; it would be a
stumbling block in your way, and act like a mill-stone hung to
your neck; for it is the nature of idleness and vice to obtain
as many votaries as they can....
"It is to close application and perseverance that men of letters
and science are indebted for their knowledge and usefulness; and
you are now at the period of life when these are to be acquired,
or lost for ever. As you know how anxious your friends are to
see you enter upon the grand theatre of life with the advantages
of a finished education, a highly cultivated mind, and a proper
sense of your duties to God and man, I shall only add one
sentiment before I close this letter and that is, to pay due
respect and obedience to your tutors, and affectionate reverence
for the president of the college, whose character merits your
highest regards. Let no bad example, for such is to be met in
all seminaries, have an improper influence upon your conduct.
Let this be such, and let it be your pride to demean yourself
in such a manner as to obtain the good will of your superiors
and the love of your fellow students."
Better advice than this was never given to a youth; and to enforce it,
we present in this volume the life and character of the great man who so
lovingly tendered it. By employing the colloquial style, anecdotal
illustration, and thrilling incident, the author hopes more successfully
to accomplish his purpose.
In the preparation of this work the author has availed himself of the
abundant material furnished by Washington's well-known biographers,
Ramsey, Weems, Marshall, Sparks, Bancroft, Irving, Everett, Custis,
etc., together with the anecdotes of his earlier and later life, found
in eulogies, essays, and literary articles upon his life and character,
with which the literature of our country abounds. Incident is allowed to
tell the life story of the subject. The incidents of his boyhood and
youth are particularly narrated, that the achievements of ripe manhood
may more clearly appear to be the outcome of a life well begun. To such
an example
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[Illustration: _From a photograph by Brown and Dawson_
WILLIAM II
GERMAN EMPEROR
From a photograph taken since the beginning of the war of 1914]
THE GERMAN EMPEROR
AS SHOWN
IN HIS PUBLIC UTTERANCES
BY
CHRISTIAN GAUSS
PROFESSOR Of MODERN LANGUAGES, PRINCETON UNIVERSITY
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1915
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published February, 1915
PREFACE
Unlike his grandfather, who shielded himself behind his Chancellor,
the present Emperor has always insisted upon making himself the
storm-centre of the debates in his Reichstag and among his people.
He has played with many, if not all, of his cards upon the table. In
accordance with this policy he has gone through his country from end
to end and into foreign lands, everywhere announcing his policies and
his views on every possible subject of interest or controversy. Up to
1905 he had made upward of five hundred and seventy speeches, and since
that time has made almost as many more. It was manifestly impossible
to give all of these speeches, and it was also thought unfair to give
merely extracts which might fail to represent the spirit of the entire
pronouncement. They are all printed, therefore, in the completest
form available. Particular speeches have often been reported to the
press in widely differing versions. In all cases only those speeches
are here presented which have received official or semiofficial
sanction. The text followed for pronouncements made before 1913,
with the one exception of the _Daily Telegraph_ interview, October
29, 1908, has always been that of the recognized and standard edition
in four volumes, edited by J. Penzler and published in the Reclam
_Universal-Bibliothek_. Now and then only portions of certain addresses
appear to have been reported, and on a few occasions parts of speeches
are given directly and other parts are merely summarized. In all such
cases the speech is translated from the form sanctioned in the official
version. In no case has any change been made. Where significant
differences exist in the versions of addresses as given officially and
unofficially, the official version is in every instance printed first.
It has been the aim to present faithfully the language and spirit of
the speaker, and his phraseology and emphasis have been reproduced as
closely as was at all consistent with fair English usage. The speeches
have been chosen to represent in due proportion his many interests,
and range therefore from agriculture and art to Biblical criticism,
national and international politics.
The Emperor has, of course, not given titles to his speeches, and
the headings have been assigned by the compiler. It has been his
aim to explain the circumstances under which each address was
delivered and to make plain the references to events embodied therein.
Questions which have had a continuous interest, or which have had
some lasting effect on Germany's policy, such as the attitude toward
Alsace-Lorraine, the Social Democratic party, the retirement of
Bismarck, the development of the navy, the Morocco question, have
been treated at greater length on the first fitting occasion. For
the introductions, therefore, the compiler assumes responsibility.
In preparing them he has had recourse to many incidental sources
of information, and in many cases the true inwardness of certain
situations is still as much a matter of controversy as the causes
of the present war. For his facts generally, he has followed where
possible, besides such incidental and contemporary sources, Bruno
Gebhardt's "Handbuch der Deutschen Geschichte" (1913), the "Cambridge
Modern History--The Latest Age," volume XII (1910), and the volumes of
the "Statesman's Yearbook." In addition, for information concerning
the internal development of Germany he has consulted and drawn
upon the literature of this subject which has appeared in the last
decade, but is more particularly indebted to Doctor Paul Liman's
"Der Kaiser," Dawson's "The Evolution of Modern Germany," Barker's
"Modern Germany," Price Collier's "Germany and the Germans," Forbes's
"William of Germany," Gibbons's "The New Map of Europe," and the
"_Reichsgesetzblatt_."
As the Emperor has spoken upon almost every phase of German political
life, with the editorial introductions which aim to set forth briefly
the occasion and causes of each address, it is hoped that altogether
the volume will offer a fairly accurate picture of the trend of German
affairs for the last twenty-five years.
For help in the preparation of this volume,
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Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations
in hyphenation have been standardised but all other spelling and
punctuation remains unchanged.
Marsena
and Other Stories of the Wartime
Marsena
and Other Stories of the Wartime
BY
HAROLD FREDERIC
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1894
Copyright, 1894, by
Charles Scribner's Sons
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
TO MY FRIEND
EDMUND JUDSON MOFFAT
CONTENTS
PAGE
_Marsena_, 1
_The War Widow_, 97
_The Eve of the Fourth_, 149
_My Aunt Susan_, 185
Marsena
MARSENA
I.
Marsena Pulford, what time the village of Octavius knew him, was a
slender and tall man, apparently skirting upon the thirties, with
sloping shoulders and a romantic aspect.
It was not alone his flowing black hair, and his broad shirt-collars
turned down after the ascertained manner of the British poets, which
stamped him in our humble minds as a living brother to "The Corsair,"
"The Last of the Suliotes," and other heroic personages engraved in the
albums and keepsakes of the period. His face, with its darkling eyes
and distinguished features, conveyed wherever it went an impression
of proudly silent melancholy. In those days—that is, just before the
war—one could not look so convincingly and uniformly sad as Marsena
did without raising the general presumption of having been crossed in
love. We had a respectful feeling, in his case, that the lady ought to
have been named Iñez, or at the very least Oriana.
Although he went to the Presbyterian Church with entire regularity,
was never seen in public save in a long-tailed black coat, and in the
winter wore gloves instead of mittens, the local conscience had always,
I think, sundry reservations about the moral character of his past. It
would not have been reckoned against him, then, that he was obviously
poor. We had not learned in those primitive times to measure people by
dollar-mark standards. Under ordinary conditions, too, the fact that he
came from New England—had indeed lived in Boston—must have counted
rather in his favor than otherwise. But it was known that he had been
an artist, a professional painter of pictures and portraits, and we
understood in Octavius that this involved acquaintanceship, if not even
familiarity, with all sorts of occult and deleterious phases of city
life.
Our village held all vice, and especially the vice of other and larger
places, in stern reprobation. Yet, though it turned this matter of the
newcomer's previous occupation over a good deal in its mind, Marsena
carried himself with such a gentle picturesqueness of subdued sorrow
that these suspicions were disarmed, or, at the worst, only added
to the fascinated interest with which Octavius watched his spare and
solitary figure upon its streets, and noted the progress of his efforts
to find a footing for himself in its social economy.
It was taken for granted among us that he possessed a fine and
well-cultivated mind, to match that thoughtful countenance and that
dignified deportment. This assumption continued to hold its own in
the face of a long series of failures in the attempt to draw him out.
Almost everybody who was anybody at one time or another tried to
tap Marsena's mental reservoirs—and all in vain. Beyond the barest
commonplaces of civil conversation he could never be tempted. Once,
indeed, he had volunteered to the Rev. Mr. Bunce the statement that
he regarded Washington Allston as in several respects superior to
Copley; but as no one in Octavius knew who these men were, the remark
did not help us much. It was quoted frequently, however, as indicating
the lofty and recondite nature of the thoughts with which Mr. Pulford
occupied his intellect. As it became more apparent, too, that his
reserve must be the outgrowth of some crushing and incurable heart
grief, people grew to defer to it and to avoid vexing his silent moods
with talk.
Thus, when he had been a resident and neighbor for over two years,
though no one knew him at all well, the whole community regarded
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The
Curse of Kehama:
by
Robert Southey.
Καταραι, ως και τα αλεκτρυονονεοττα, οικον αει, οψε κεν επανηξαν
εγκαθισομεναι.
Αποφθ. Ανεκ. του Γυλιελ. του Μητ.
CURSES ARE LIKE YOUNG CHICKEN, THEY ALWAYS COME HOME TO ROOST.
THE THIRD EDITION.
_VOLUME THE SECOND._
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND
BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROW.
1812.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES.
This book was originally digitized by Google and is intended for
personal, non-commercial use only.
Original page numbers are given in curly brackets. Footnotes have been
relocated to the end of the book. Passages originally rendered in
small-caps have been changed to all-caps in the text version of this
work.
Alteration: [p. 147] change "gross" to "grass".
CONTENTS
TO
VOLUME SECOND.
13. The Retreat
14. Jaga-Naut
15. The City of Baly
16. The Ancient Sepulchres
17. Baly
18. Kehama's Descent
19. Mount Calasay
20. The Embarkation
21. The World's End
22. The Gate of Padalon
23. Padalon
24. The Amreeta
Notes
Footnotes
THE CURSE OF KEHAMA.
XIII.
THE RETREAT.
{1}
1.
Around her Father's neck the Maiden lock'd
Her arms, when that portentous blow was given;
Clinging to him she heard the dread uproar,
And felt the shuddering shock which ran through Heaven.
Earth underneath them rock'd,
Her strong foundations heaving in commotion,
Such as wild winds upraise in raving Ocean,
As though the solid base were rent asunder.
{2}
And lo! where, storming the astonish'd sky,
Kehama and his evil host ascend!
Before them rolls the thunder,
Ten thousand thousand lightnings round them fly,
Upward the lengthening pageantries aspire,
Leaving from Earth to Heaven a widening wake of fire.
2.
When the wild uproar was at length allay'd,
And Earth, recovering from the shock, was still,
Thus to her father spake the imploring Maid.
Oh! by the love which we so long have borne
Each other, and we ne'er shall cease to bear,..
Oh! by the sufferings we have shar'd,
And must not cease to share,..
One boon I supplicate in this dread hour,
One consolation in this hour of woe!
Thou hast it in thy power, refuse not thou
The only comfort now
That my poor heart can know.
3.
O dearest, dearest Kailyal! with a smile
Of tenderness and sorrow, he replied,
{3}
O best belov'd, and to be lov'd the best
Best worthy,.. set thy duteous heart at rest.
I know thy wish, and let what will betide,
Ne'er will I leave thee wilfully again.
My soul is strengthen'd to endure its pain;
Be thou, in all my wanderings, still my guide;
Be thou, in all my sufferings, at my side.
4.
The Maiden, at those welcome words, imprest
A passionate kiss upon her father's cheek:
They look'd around them, then, as if to seek
Where they should turn, North, South, or East or West,
Wherever to their vagrant feet seem'd best.
But, turning from the view her mournful eyes,
Oh, whither should we wander, Kailyal cries,
Or wherefore seek in vain a place of rest?
Have we not here the Earth beneath our tread,
Heaven overhead,
A brook that winds through this sequester'd glade,
And yonder woods, to yield us fruit and shade!
The little all our wants require is nigh;
Hope we have none,.. why travel on in fear?
We cannot fly from Fate, and Fate will find us here.
{4}
5.
'Twas a fair scene wherein they stood,
A green and sunny glade amid the wood,
And in the midst an aged Banian grew.
It was a goodly sight to see
That venerable tree,
For o'er the lawn, irregularly spread,
Fifty straight columns propt its lofty head;
And many a long depending shoot,
Seeking to strike its root,
Straight like a plummet, grew towards the ground.
Some on the lower boughs, which crost their way,
Fixing their bearded fibres, round and round,
With many a ring and wild contortion wound;
Some to the passing wind at times, with sway
Of gentle motion swung,
Others of younger growth, unmov'd, were hung
Like stone-drops from the cavern's fretted height.
Beneath was smooth and fair to sight
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THE BROKEN CUP
By Johann Heinrich Daniel Zschokke
Translated by P. G.
Copyright, 1891, by The Current Literature Publishing Company
Author's Note.--There is extant under this name a short piece by the
author of "Little Kate of Heilbronn." That and the tale which here
follows originated in an incident which took place at Bern in the year
1802. Henry von Kleist and Ludwig Wieland, the son of the poet, were
both friends of the writer, in whose chamber hung an engraving called
_La Cruche Cassee_, the persons and contents of which resembled the
scene set forth below, under the head of The Tribunal. The drawing,
which was full of expression, gave great delight to those who saw it,
and led to many conjectures as to its meaning. The three friends agreed,
in sport, that they would each one day commit to writing his peculiar
interpretation of its design. Wieland promised a satire; Von Kleist
threw off a comedy; and the author of the following tale what is here
given.
MARIETTA.
NAPOULE, it is true, is only a very little place on the bay of Cannes;
yet it is pretty well known through all Provence. It lies in the shade
of lofty evergreen palms, and darker orange trees; but that alone would
not make it renowned. Still they say that there are grown the most
luscious grapes, the sweetest roses, and the handsomest girls. I don't
know but it is so; in the mean time I believe it most readily. Pity that
Napoule is so small, and can not produce more luscious grapes, fragrant
roses, and handsome maidens; especially, as we might then have some of
them transplanted to our own country.
As, ever since the foundation of Napoule, all the Napoulese women have
been beauties, so the little Marietta was a wonder of wonders, as the
chronicles of the place declare. She was called the _little_ Marietta; yet
she was not smaller than a girl of seventeen or thereabout ought to be,
seeing that her forehead just reached up to the lips of a grown man.
The chronicles aforesaid had very good ground for speaking of Marietta.
I, had I stood in the shoes of the chronicler, would have done the
same. For Marietta, who until lately had lived with her mother Manon
at Avignon, when she came back to her birthplace, quite upset the whole
village. Verily, not the houses, but the people and their heads; and not
the heads of all the people, but of those particularly whose heads and
hearts are always in danger when in the neighborhood of two bright eyes.
I know very well that such a position is no joke.
Mother Manon would have done much better if she had remained at Avignon.
But she had been left a small inheritance, by which she received at
Napoule an estate consisting of some vine-hills, and a house that lay in
the shadow of a rock, between certain olive trees and African acacias.
This is a kind of thing which no unprovided widow ever rejects; and,
accordingly, in her own estimation, she was as rich and happy as though
she were the Countess of Provence or something like it.
So much the worse was it for the good people of Napoule. They never
suspected their misfortune, not having read in Homer how a single pretty
woman had filled all Greece and Lesser Asia with discord and war.
HOW THE MISFORTUNE CAME ABOUT.
Marietta had scarcely been fourteen days in the house, between the olive
trees and the African acacias, before every young man of Napoule knew
that she lived there, and that there lived not, in all Provence, a more
charming girl than the one in that house.
Went she through the village, sweeping lightly along like a dressed-up
angel, her frock, with its pale-green bodice, and orange leaves and
rosebuds upon the bosom of it, fluttering in the breeze, and flowers
and ribbons waving about the straw bonnet, which shaded her beautiful
features--yes, then the grave old men spake out, and the young ones were
struck dumb. And everywhere, to the right and left, little windows and
doors were opened with a "Good morning," or a "Good evening, Marietta,"
as it might be, while she nodded to the right and left with a pleasant
smile.
If Marietta walked into church, all hearts (that is, of the young
people) forgot Heaven; all eyes turned from the saints, and the
worshiping finger wandered idly among the pearls of the rosary. This
must certainly have provoked much sorrow, at least, among the more
devout.
The maidens of Napoule particularly became very pious about this time,
for they, most of all, took the matter to heart. And they were not to
be blamed for it; for since the advent of Marietta more than one
prospective groom had become cold, and more than one worshipper of some
beloved one quite inconstant. There were bickerings and reproaches on
all sides, many tears, pertinent lectures, and even rejections. The talk
was no longer of marriages, but of separations. They began to return
their pledges of troth, rings, ribbons, etc. The old persons took part
with their children; criminations and strife spread from house to house;
it was most deplorable.
Marietta is the cause of all, said the pious maidens first; then the
mothers said it; next the fathers took it up; and finally all--even the
young men. But Marietta, shielded by her modesty and innocence, like
the petals of the rosebud in its dark-green calix, did not suspect
the mischief of which she was the occasion, and continued courteous to
everybody. This touched the young men, who said, "Why condemn the pure
and harmless child--she is not guilty!" Then the fathers said the same
thing; then the mothers took it up, and finally all--even the pious
maidens. For, let who would talk with Marietta, she was sure to gain
their esteem. So before half a year had passed, everybody had spoken to
her, and everybody loved her. But she did not suspect that she was the
object of such general regard, as she had not before suspected that she
was the object of dislike. Does the violet, hidden in the downtrodden
grass, think how sweet it is?
Now every one wished to make amends for the injustice they had done
Marietta. Sympathy deepened the tenderness of their attachment. Marietta
found herself greeted everywhere in a more friendly way than ever; she
was more cordially welcomed; more heartily invited to the rural sports
and dances.
ABOUT THE WICKED COLIN.
All men, however, are not endowed with tender sympathy; some have
hearts hardened like Pharaoh's. This arises, no doubt, from that natural
depravity which has come upon men in consequence of the fall of Adam, or
because, at their baptism, the devil is not brought sufficiently under
subjection.
A remarkable example of this hardness of heart was given by one Colin,
the richest farmer and proprietor in Napoule, whose vineyards and olive
gardens, whose lemon and orange trees could hardly be counted in a day.
One thing particularly demonstrates the perverseness of his disposition;
he was twenty-seven years old, and had never yet asked for what purpose
girls had been created!
True, all the people, especially damsels of a certain age, willingly
forgave him this sin, and looked upon him as one of the best young men
under the sun. His fine figure, his fresh, unembarrassed manner, his
look, his laugh, enabled him to gain the favorable opinion of the
aforesaid people, who would have forgiven him, had there been occasion,
any one of the deadly sins. But the decision of such judges is not
always to be trusted. While both old and young at Napoule had become
reconciled to the innocent Marietta, and proffered their sympathies
to her, Colin was the only one who had no pity upon the poor child. If
Marietta was talked of he became as dumb as a fish. If he met her in the
street he would turn red and white with anger, and cast sidelong glances
at her of the most malicious kind.
If at evening the young people met upon the seashore near the old castle
ruins for sprightly pastimes, or rural dances, or to sing catches,
Colin was the merriest among them. But as soon as Marietta arrived the
rascally fellow was silent, and all the gold in the world couldn't
make him sing.--What a pity, when he had such a fine voice! Everybody
listened to it so willingly, and its store of songs was endless.
All the maidens looked kindly upon Colin, and he was friendly with all
of them. He had, as we have said, a roguish glance, which the lasses
feared and loved; and it was so sweet they would like to have had it
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ROUGHING IT
by Mark Twain
1880
Part 2.
CHAPTER XI.
And sure enough, two or three years afterward, we did hear him again.
News came to the Pacific coast that the Vigilance Committee in Montana
(whither Slade had removed from Rocky Ridge) had hanged him. I find an
account of the affair in the thrilling little book I quoted a paragraph
from in the last chapter--"The Vigilantes of Montana; being a Reliable
Account of the Capture, Trial and Execution of Henry Plummer's Notorious
Road Agent Band: By Prof. Thos. J. Dimsdale, Virginia City, M.T."
Mr. Dimsdale's chapter is well worth reading, as a specimen of how the
people of the frontier deal with criminals when the courts of law prove
inefficient. Mr. Dimsdale makes two remarks about Slade, both of which
are accurately descriptive, and one of which is exceedingly picturesque:
"Those who saw him in his natural state only, would pronounce him to be a
kind husband, a most hospitable host and a courteous gentleman; on the
contrary, those who met him when maddened with liquor and surrounded by a
gang of armed roughs, would pronounce him a fiend incarnate." And this:
"From Fort Kearney, west, he was feared a great deal more than the
almighty." For compactness, simplicity and vigor of expression, I will
"back" that sentence against anything in literature. Mr. Dimsdale's
narrative is as follows. In all places where italics occur, they are
mine:
After the execution of the five men on the 14th of January, the
Vigilantes considered that their work was nearly ended. They had
freed the country of highwaymen and murderers to a great extent, and
they determined that in the absence of the regular civil authority
they would establish a People's Court where all offenders should be
tried by judge and jury. This was the nearest approach to social
order that the circumstances permitted, and, though strict legal
authority was wanting, yet the people were firmly determined to
maintain its efficiency, and to enforce its decrees. It may here be
mentioned that the overt act which was the last round on the fatal
ladder leading to the scaffold on which Slade perished, was the
tearing in pieces and stamping upon a writ of this court, followed
by his arrest of the Judge Alex. Davis, by authority of a presented
Derringer, and with his own hands.
J. A. Slade was himself, we have been informed, a Vigilante; he
openly boasted of it, and said he knew all that they knew. He was
never accused, or even suspected, of either murder or robbery,
committed in this Territory (the latter crime was never laid to his
charge, in any place); but that he had killed several men in other
localities was notorious, and his bad reputation in this respect was
a most powerful argument in determining his fate, when he was
finally arrested for the offence above mentioned. On returning from
Milk River he became more and more addicted to drinking, until at
last it was a common feat for him and his friends to "take the
town." He and a couple of his dependents might often be seen on one
horse, galloping through the streets, shouting and yelling, firing
revolvers, etc. On many occasions he would ride his horse into
stores, break up bars, toss the scales out of doors and use most
insulting language to parties present. Just previous to the day of
his arrest, he had given a fearful beating to one of his followers;
but such was his influence over them that the man wept bitterly at
the gallows, and begged for his life with all his power. It had
become quite common, when Slade was on a spree, for the shop-keepers
and citizens to close the stores and put out all the lights; being
fearful of some outrage at his hands. For his wanton destruction of
goods and furniture, he was always ready to pay, when sober, if he
had money; but there were not a few who regarded payment as small
satisfaction for the outrage, and these men were his personal
enemies.
From time to time Slade received warnings from men that he well knew
would not deceive him, of the certain end of his conduct. There was
not a moment, for weeks previous to his arrest, in which the public
did not expect to hear of some bloody outrage. The dread of his
very name, and the presence of the armed band of hangers-on who
followed him alone prevented a resistance which must certainly have
ended in the instant murder or mutilation of the opposing party.
Slade was frequently arrested by order of the court whose
organization we have described, and had treated it with respect by
paying one or two fines and promising to pay the rest when
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THE WRITINGS OF JOHN MUIR
Sierra Edition
VOLUME II
[Illustration: _The Yosemite Falls, Yosemite National Park_]
MY FIRST SUMMER IN THE SIERRA
BY
JOHN MUIR
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
1917
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY JOHN MUIR
COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
TO
THE SIERRA CLUB OF CALIFORNIA
FAITHFUL DEFENDER OF THE PEOPLE'S PLAYGROUNDS
CONTENTS
I. THROUGH THE FOOTHILLS WITH A FLOCK OF SHEEP 3
II. IN CAMP ON THE NORTH FORK OF THE MERCED 32
III. A BREAD FAMINE 75
IV. TO THE HIGH MOUNTAINS 86
V. THE YOSEMITE 115
VI. MOUNT HOFFMAN AND LAKE TENAYA 149
VII. A STRANGE EXPERIENCE 178
VIII. THE MONO TRAIL 195
IX. BLOODY CANYON AND MONO LAKE 214
X. THE TUOLUMNE CAMP 232
XI. BACK TO THE LOWLANDS 254
INDEX 265
ILLUSTRATIONS
THE YOSEMITE FALLS, YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK _Frontispiece_
The total height of the three falls is 2600 feet. The upper fall is
about 1600 feet, and the lower about 400 feet. Mr. Muir was
probably the only man who ever looked down into the heart of the
fall from the narrow ledge of rocks near the top.
_From a photograph by Charles S. Olcott_
SHEEP IN THE MOUNTAINS 8
Since the establishment of the Yosemite National Park the pasturing
of sheep has not been allowed within its boundaries, and as a
result the grasses and wild flowers have recovered very much of
their former luxuriance. The flock of sheep here photographed were
feeding near Alger Lake on the <DW72> of Blacktop Mountain, at an
altitude of about 10,000 feet and just beyond the eastern boundary
of the Park.
_From a photograph by Herbert W. Gleason_
A SILVER FIR, OR RED FIR (_Abies magnifica_) 90
This tree was found in an extensive forest of red fir above the
Middle Fork of King's River. It was estimated to be about 250 feet
high. Mr. Muir, on being shown the photograph, remarked that it was
one of the finest and most mature specimens of the red fir that he
had ever seen.
_From a photograph by Herbert W. Gleason_
THE NORTH AND SOUTH DOMES 122
The great rock on the right is the South Dome, commonly called the
Half-Dome, according to Mr. Muir "the most beautiful and most
sublime of all the Yosemite rocks." The one on the left is the
North Dome, while in the center is the Washington Column.
_From a photograph by Charles S. Olcott_
CATHEDRAL PEAK 154
This view was taken from a point on the Sunrise Trail just south of
the Peak, on a day when the "cloud mountains" so inspiring to Mr.
Muir were much in evidence.
_From a photograph by Herbert W. Gleason_
THE VERNAL FALLS, YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK 182
_From a photograph by Charles S. Olcott_
THE HAPPY ISLES, YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK 190
This is the main stream of the Merced River after passing over the
Nevada and Vernal Falls and receiving the Illilouette tributary.
_From a photograph by Charles S. Olcott_
THE THREE BROTHERS, YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK 208
The highest rock, called Eagle Point, is 7900 feet above the sea,
and 3900 feet above the floor of the valley.
_From a photograph by Charles S. Olcott_
MAP OF THE YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK
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POLLY
IN UNIFORM STYLE
MARSE CHAN. A Tale of Old Virginia. Illustrated by W.
T. Smedley.
MEH LADY. A Story of the War. Illustrated by C. S.
Reinhart.
POLLY. A Christmas Recollection. Illustrated by A.
Castaigne.
UNC' EDINBURG. A Plantation Echo. Illustrated by B.
West Clinedinst.
_Each, small quarto, $1.00_
[Illustration: "_The young man found it necessary to lean over and
throw a steadying arm around her._"]
POLLY [Illustration]
A CHRISTMAS RECOLLECTION
BY THOMAS NELSON PAGE
ILLUSTRATED BY A. CASTAIGNE
[Illustration]
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
NEW YORK,
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SKETCHES OF SUCCESSFUL
NEW HAMPSHIRE MEN
Illustrated with Steel Portraits.
MANCHESTER:
JOHN B. CLARKE.
1882.
Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1882, by
JOHN B. CLARKE,
in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.
PUBLISHER'S PREFACE.
This volume contains portraits and biographical sketches of eighty-eight
New Hampshire men whose deserved success in their several callings has
made them conspicuous in the professional, business, and political
world. It should be the first of a series,--the beginning of a work so
extensive as to include similar presentations in regard to all the
prominent men of our state, when it would exceed in value and interest
to New Hampshire people all other publications of a biographical nature.
The glory of our state centers in and is reflected from her great men
and noble women, whose history should be familiar to all who by birth or
association are interested in her fame and welfare, and especially to
those in whose hands rests her future, and who may need the
strengthening influence of their example. To this end this volume will
contribute. Its preparation has occupied a long time, and involved much
labor and expense. My connection with it has been that of a publisher,
whose duties I have endeavored to discharge faithfully and acceptably.
All else is to be credited to others. The sketches are printed in the
order in which they were furnished.
JOHN B. CLARKE.
MANCHESTER, N. H., July, 1882.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
ADAMS, CHARLES, JR. 278
ADAMS, PHINEHAS 166
AMORY, WILLIAM 151
BALCH, CHARLES E. 113
BARNARD, DANIEL 304
BARTLETT, CHARLES H. 33
BARTON, LEVI WINTER 50
BLAIR, HENRY WILLIAM 285
BRACEWELL, JOHN 199
BRIGGS, JAMES F. 294
BRYANT, NAPOLEON B. 187
BUFFUM, DAVID HANSON 276
CARPENTER, JOSIAH 43
CHANDLER, GEORGE BYRON 185
CHANDLER, WILLIAM E. 255
CHENEY, GILMAN 215
CHENEY, PERSON C. 162
CLARK, JOSEPH BOND 179
CLARKE, JOHN B. 311
CLARKE, WILLIAM C. 261
COGSWELL, FRANCIS 177
COGSWELL, GEORGE 204
COGSWELL, THOMAS 160
COGSWELL, WILLIAM 137
COLBY, ANTHONY 251
CROSBY, ASA AND SONS 243
CUMNER, NATHANIEL WENTWORTH 297
CURRIER, MOODY 35
DANIELL, WARREN F. 237
DEARBORN, CORNELIUS VAN NESS 195
DUNLAP, ARCHIBALD HARRIS 264
EDGERLY, MARTIN V. B. 130
FRENCH, JOHN C. 157
GEORGE, JOHN HATCH 98
GILMAN, VIRGIL C. 148
GOODELL, DAVID H. 233
GOODWIN, ICHABOD 133
GRAVES, JOSIAH G. 235
GRIFFIN, SIMON G. 58
HALL, DANIEL 229
HARRIMAN, WALTER 74
HAYES, ALBERT H. 202
HEAD, NATT 223
JEWELL, DAVID LYMAN 63
KENT, HENRY O. 21
KIMBALL, JOHN 89
MARSH, CHARLES 184
MARTIN, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN 269
MAXFIELD, RUFUS A. 289
MCDUFFEE, JOHN 153
MEANS, WILLIAM GORDON 103
MINER, ALONZO A. 16
MOULTON, JOHN CARROLL 114
MURPHY, CHARLES M. 67
NESMITH, GEORGE W. 180
NORCROSS, AMASA 37
PARKER, JOHN M. 31
PEABODY, CHARLES A. 209
PILLSBURY, GEORGE ALFRED 39
PILLSBURY, OLIVER 191
PIERCE, THOMAS P. 127
PIKE, CHESTER 123
POTTER, CHANDLER E. 302
PRESCOTT, BENJAMIN F. 281
RICHARDS, DEXTER 271
RIDDLE, WILLIAM P. 307
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THE ADVENTURES OF GERARD
By A. Conan Doyle
"Il etait brave mais avec cette graine de folie dans sa
bravoure que les Francais aiment."
FRENCH BIOGRAPHY.
PREFACE
I hope that some readers may possibly be interested in these little
tales of the Napoleonic soldiers to the extent of following them up to
the springs from which they flow. The age was rich in military material,
some of it the most human and the most picturesque that I have ever
read. Setting aside historical works or the biographies of the
leaders there is a mass of evidence written by the actual fighting men
themselves, which describes their feelings and their experiences, stated
always from the point of view of the particular branch of the service
to which they belonged
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(the Bavarian State Library)
COLLECTION
OF
BRITISH AUTHORS
TAUCHNITZ EDITION.
VOL. 1270.
WITHIN THE MAZE BY MRS. HENRY WOOD.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
WITHIN THE MAZE.
A NOVEL.
BY
MRS. HENRY WOOD,
AUTHOR OF "EAST LYNNE," ETC.
_COPYRIGHT EDITION_.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LEIPZIG
BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ
1872.
_The Right of Translation is reserved_.
CONTENTS
OF VOLUME I.
CHAPTER
I. Mrs
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THE EXPOSITOR'S BIBLE
EDITED BY THE REV.
W. ROBERTSON NICOLL, M.A., LL.D.
_Editor of "The Expositor," etc._
THE EPISTLE TO THE HEBREWS
BY
THOMAS CHARLES EDWARDS, D.D.
London
HODDER AND STOUGHTON
27, PATERNOSTER ROW
MCMIV
THE
EPISTLE TO THE HEBREWS
BY
THOMAS CHARLES EDWARDS, D.D.
PRINCIPAL OF THE UNIVERSITY COLLEGE OF WALES, ABERYSTWYTH
_NINTH EDITION_
London
HODDER AND STOUGHTON
27, PATERNOSTER ROW
MCMIV
_Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury._
PREFACE.
In this volume the sole aim of the writer has been to trace the unity of
thought in one of the greatest and most difficult books of the New
Testament. He has endeavoured to picture his reader as a member of what
is known in the Sunday-schools of Wales as "the teachers' class," a
thoughtful Christian layman, who has no Greek, and desires only to be
assisted in his efforts to come at the real bearing and force of words
and to understand the connection of the sacred author's ideas. It may
not be unnecessary to add that this design by no means implies less
labour or thought on the part of the writer. But it does imply that the
labour is veiled. Criticism is rigidly excluded.
The writer has purposely refrained from discussing the question of the
authorship of the Epistle, simply because he has no new light to throw
on this standing enigma of the Church. He is convinced that St. Paul is
neither the actual author nor the originator of the treatise.
In case theological students may wish to consult the volume when they
study the Epistle to the Hebrews, they will find the Greek given at the
foot of the page, to serve as a catch-word, whenever any point of
criticism or of interpretation seems to the writer to deserve their
attention.
T. C. E.
ABERYSTWYTH, _April 12th, 1888_.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
CHAPTER I.
THE REVELATION IN A SON 3
CHAPTER II.
THE SON AND THE ANGELS 21
CHAPTER III.
FUNDAMENTAL ONENESS OF THE DISPENSATIONS 51
CHAPTER IV.
THE GREAT HIGH-PRIEST 69
CHAPTER V.
THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF RENEWAL 83
CHAPTER VI.
THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF FAILURE 99
CHAPTER VII.
THE ALLEGORY OF MELCHIZEDEK 113
CHAPTER VIII.
THE NEW COVENANT 133
CHAPTER IX.
AN ADVANCE IN THE EXHORTATION 183
CHAPTER X.
FAITH AN ASSURANCE AND A PROOF 199
CHAPTER XI.
THE FAITH OF ABRAHAM 213
CHAPTER XII.
THE FAITH OF MOSES 233
CHAPTER XIII.
A CLOUD OF WITNESSES 259
CHAPTER XIV.
CONFLICT 273
CHAPTER XV.
MOUNT ZION 293
CHAPTER XVI.
SUNDRY EXHORTATIONS 315
INDEX 331
SUMMARY.
I. THE REVELATION IN A SON: i. 1-3.
1. The previous revelation was in portions; this is a Son, Who is the
Heir and the Creator.
2. The previous revelation was in divers manners; this in a Son, Who is
(1) the effulgence of God's glory; (2
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THE VOICE
BY
MARGARET DELAND
CHAPTER I
"Dr. Lavendar," said William King, "some time when Goliath is doing his
2.40 on a plank road, don't you want to pull him up at that house on
the Perryville pike where the Grays used to live, and make a call? An
old fellow called Roberts has taken it; he is a--"
"Teach your grandmother," said Dr. Lavendar; "he is an Irvingite. He
comes from Lower Ripple, down on the Ohio, and he has a daughter,
Philippa."
"Oh," said Dr. King, "you know 'em, do you?"
"Know them? Of course I know them! Do you think you are the only man
who tries to enlarge his business? But I was not successful in my
efforts. The old gentleman doesn't go to any church; and the young lady
inclines to the Perryville meeting-house--the parson there is a nice
boy."
"She is an attractive young creature," said the doctor, smiling at some
pleasant memory; "the kind of girl a man would like to have for a
daughter. But did you ever know such an old-fashioned little thing!"
"Well, she's like the girls I knew when I was the age of the Perryville
parson, so I suppose you'd call her old-fashioned," Dr. Lavendar said.
"There aren't many such girls nowadays; sweet-tempered and sensible and
with some fun in 'em."
"Why don't you say 'good,' too?" William King inquired.
"Unnecessary," Dr. Lavendar said, scratching Danny's ear; "anybody who
is amiable, sensible, and humorous is good. Can't help it."
"The father is good," William King said, "but he is certainly not
sensible. He's an old donkey, with his TONGUES and his VOICE!"
Dr. Lavendar's face sobered. "No," he said, "he may be an Irvingite,
but he isn't a
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The Varieties of Religious Experience
A Study in Human Nature
Being the Gifford Lectures on Natural Religion Delivered at Edinburgh in
1901-1902
By
William James
Longmans, Green, And Co,
New York, London, Bombay, Calcutta, and Madras
1917
CONTENTS
Preface.
Lecture I. Religion And Neurology.
Lecture II. Circumscription of the Topic.
Lecture III. The Reality Of The Unseen.
Lectures IV and V. The Religion Of Healthy-Mindedness.
Lectures VI And VII. The Sick Soul.
Lecture VIII. The Divided Self, And The Process Of Its Unification.
Lecture IX. Conversion.
Lecture X. Conversion--Concluded.
Lectures XI, XII, And XIII. Saintliness.
Lectures XIV And XV. The Value Of Saintliness.
Lectures XVI And XVII. Mysticism.
Lecture XVIII. Philosophy.
Lecture XIX. Other Characteristics.
Lecture XX. Conclusions.
Postscript.
Index.
Footnotes
[Title Page]
To
C. P. G.
IN FILIAL GRATITUDE AND LOVE
PREFACE.
This book would never have been written had I not been honored with an
appointment as Gifford Lecturer on Natural Religion at the University of
Edinburgh. In casting about me for subjects of the two courses of ten
lectures each for which I thus became responsible, it seemed to me that
the first course might well be a descriptive one on "Man's Religious
Appetites," and the second a metaphysical one on "Their Satisfaction
through Philosophy." But the unexpected growth of the psychological matter
as I came to write it out has resulted in the second subject being
postponed entirely, and the description of man's religious constitution
now fills the twenty
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Under Fire
The Story of a Squad
By
Henri Barbusse
(1874-1935)
Translated by Fitzwater Wray
To
the memory of
the comrades who fell by my side
at Crouy and on Hill 119
January, May, and September 1915
Contents
I. The Vision
II. In the Earth
III. The Return
IV. Volpatte and Fouillade
V. Sanctuary
VI. Habits
VII. Entraining
VIII. On Leave
IX. The Anger of Volpatte
X. Argoval
XI. The Dog
XII. The Doorway
XIII. The Big Words
XIV. Of Burdens
XV. The Egg
XVI. An Idyll
XVII. The Sap
XVIII. A Box of Matches
XIX. Bombardment
XX. Under Fire
XXI. The Refuge
XXII. Going About
XXIII. The Fatigue-Party
XXIV. The Dawn
UNDER FIRE
I
The Vision
MONT BLANC, the Dent du Midi, and the Aiguille Verte look across at the
bloodless faces that show above the blankets along the gallery of the
sanatorium. This roofed-in gallery of rustic wood-work on the first
floor of the palatial hospital is isolated in Space and overlooks the
world. The blankets of fine wool--red, green, brown, or white--from
which those wasted cheeks and shining eyes protrude are quite still. No
sound comes from the long couches except when some one coughs, or that
of the pages of a book turned over at long and regular intervals, or
the undertone of question and quiet answer between neighbors, or now
and again the crescendo disturbance of a daring crow, escaped to the
balcony from those flocks that seem threaded across the immense
transparency like chaplets of black pearls.
Silence is obligatory. Besides, the rich and high-placed who have come
here from all the ends of the earth, smitten by the same evil, have
lost the habit of talking. They have withdrawn into themselves, to
think of their life and of their death.
A servant appears in the balcony, dressed in white and walking softly.
She brings newspapers and hands them about.
"It's decided," says the first to unfold his paper. "War is declared."
Expected as the news is, its effect is almost dazing, for this audience
feels that its portent is without measure or limit. These men of
culture and intelligence, detached from the affairs of the world and
almost from the world itself, whose faculties are deepened by suffering
and meditation, as far remote from their fellow men as if they were
already of the Future--these men look deeply into the distance, towards
the unknowable land of the living and the insane.
"Austria's act is a crime," says the Austrian.
"France must win," says the Englishman.
"I hope Germany will be beaten," says the German.
They settle down again under the blankets and on the pillows, looking
to heaven and the high peaks. But in spite of that vast purity, the
silence is filled with the dire disclosure of a moment before.
War!
Some of the invalids break the silence, and say the word again under
their breath, reflecting that this is the greatest happening of the
age, and perhaps of all ages. Even on the lucid landscape at which they
gaze the news casts something like a vague and somber mirage.
The tranquil expanses of the valley, adorned with soft and smooth
pastures and hamlets rosy as the rose, with the sable shadow-stains of
the majestic mountains and the black lace and white of pines and
eternal snow, become alive with the movements of men, whose multitudes
swarm in distinct masses. Attacks develop, wave by wave, across the
fields and then stand still. Houses are eviscerated like human beings
and towns like houses. Villages appear in crumpled whiteness as though
fallen from heaven to earth. The very shape of the plain is changed by
the frightful heaps of wounded and slain.
Each country whose frontiers are consumed by carnage is seen tearing
from its heart ever more warriors of full blood and force. One's eyes
follow the flow of these living tributaries to the River of Death. To
north and south and west afar there are battles on every side. Turn
where you will, there is war in every corner of that vastness.
One of the pale-faced clairvoyants lifts himself on his elbow, reckons
and numbers the fighters present and to come--thirty millions of
soldiers. Another stammers, his eyes full of slaughter, "Two armies at
death-grips--that is one great army committing suicide."
"It should not have been," says the deep and hollow voice of the first
in the line. But another says, "It is the French Revolution beginning
again." "Let thrones beware!" says another's undertone.
The third adds, "Perhaps it is the last war of all." A silence follows,
then some heads are shaken in dissent whose faces have been blanched
anew
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CANDY MEDICATION
BY
BERNARD FANTUS, M. D.
Professor of Pharmacology and Therapeutics, College of
Medicine, University of Illinois, Chicago.
[Illustration]
ST. LOUIS
C. V. MOSBY COMPANY
1915
COPYRIGHT 1915, BY C. V. MOSBY COMPANY
_Press of
C. V. Mosby Company
St. Louis_
PREFACE.
CANDY MEDICATION has given such delightful results in practice among
children that the author believes it should be more widely known
and used. A formulary to serve as the common meeting ground for the
prescribing physician and the dispensing pharmacist seems absolutely
necessary to make this form of medication more generally available; and
it is mainly to supply this formulary that this little book has been
published.
Researches conducted by the author in the Pharmacologic Laboratory of
the University of Illinois during the past five years, as well as the
experience gained by the use of this form of medication in private
practice, form the basis of this publication.
To give the best results, the sweet tablets described in this formulary
should be freshly prepared on physician's order; thereby securing
efficiency and palatability to the highest degree, and enabling
the physician to prescribe the dose and combination needed for the
particular case in hand. To bring these tablets into the category of
extemporaneous preparations, the author has elaborated the process of
"fat covering" which makes the preparation of these tablets no more
difficult than the making of pills or of suppositories.
In the pages that precede the formulary, an attempt has
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[Illustration: FRONT COVER]
[Illustration]
The ROCKET Book
by PETER NEWELL
HARPER & BROTHERS
NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY HARPER & BROTHERS
--------------
PATENTED JUNE 4, 1912
--------------
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
PUBLISHED OCTOBER, 1912
THE ROCKET BOOK
[Illustration]
THE BASEMENT
When Fritz, the Janitor's bad kid,
Went snooping in the basement,
He found a rocket snugly hid
Beneath the window casement.
He struck a match with one fell swoop;
Then, on the concrete kneeling,
He lit the rocket and--she--oop!
It shot up through the ceiling.
[Illustration: THE BASEMENT]
FIRST FLAT
The Steiners on the floor above
Of breakfast were partaking;
Crash! came the rocket, unannounced,
And set them all a-quaking!
It smote a catsup bottle, fair,
And bang! the thing exploded!
And now these people all declare
That catsup flask was loaded.
[Illustration: FIRST FLAT]
SECOND FLAT
Before the fire old Grandpa Hopp
Dozed in his arm-chair big,
When from a trunk the rocket burst
And carried off his wig!
It passed so near his ancient head
He roused up with a start,
And, turning to his grandsons, said,
"You fellows think you're smart!"
[Illustration: SECOND FLAT]
THIRD FLAT
Algernon Bracket, somewhat rash,
Had blown a monster bubble,
When, oh! there came a blinding flash,
Precipitating trouble!
But Algy turned in mild disgust,
And called to Mama Bracket,
"Say, did you hear that bubble bu'st?
It made an awful racket!"
[Illustration: THIRD FLAT]
FOURTH FLAT
Jo Budd, who'd bought a potted plant,
Was dousing it with water.
He fancied this would make it grow,
And Joseph loved to potter.
Then through the pot the rocket shot
And made the scene look sickly!
"Well, now," said Jo, "I never thought
That plant would shoot so quickly!"
[Illustration: FOURTH FLAT]
FIFTH FLAT
Right here 'tis needful to remark
That Dick and "Little Son"
Were playing with a Noah's ark
And having loads of fun,
When all at once that rocket, stout,
Up through the ark came blazing!
The animals were tossed about
And did some stunts amazing.
[Illustration: FIFTH FLAT]
SIXTH FLAT
A Burglar on the next floor up
The sideboard was exploring.
(The family, with the brindled pup,
Were still asleep and snoring.)
Just then, up through the silverware
The rocket thundered, flaring!
The Burglar got a dreadful scare;
Then out the door went tearing.
[Illustration: SIXTH FLAT]
SEVENTH FLAT
Miss Mamie Briggs with no mean skill
Was playing "Casey's Fling"
To please her cousin, Amos Gill,
Who liked that sort of thing,
When suddenly the rocket, hot,
The old piano jumbled!
It stopped that rag-time like a shot,
Then through the ceiling rumbled.
[Illustration: SEVENTH FLAT]
EIGHTH FLAT
Up through the next floor on its way
That rocket, dread, went tearing
Where Winkle stood in bath-robe, gay,
A tepid bath preparing.
The tub it punctured like a shot
And made a mighty splashing.
The man was rooted to the spot;
Then out the door went dashing.
[Illustration: EIGHTH FLAT]
NINTH FLAT
Bob Brooks was puffing very hard
His football to inflate,
While round him stood his faithful guard,
And they could hardly wait.
Then came the rocket, fierce and bright,
And through the football rumbled.
"You've got a pair of lungs, all right!"
His staring playmates grumbled.
[Illustration: NINTH FLAT]
TENTH FLAT
The family dog, with frenzied mien,
Was chasing Fluff, the mouser,
When, <DW30>! the rocket flashed between,
And quite astonished Towzer.
Now, if this dog had wit enough
The English tongue to torture,
He might have growled such silly stuff
As, "Whew! that cat's a scorcher!"
[Illustration: TENTH FLAT]
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THE
HISTORY
OF THE
ISLAND OF DOMINICA.
CONTAINING
A DESCRIPTION OF ITS SITUATION, EXTENT,
CLIMATE, MOUNTAINS, RIVERS,
NATURAL PRODUCTIONS, &c. &c.
TOGETHER WITH
AN ACCOUNT OF THE CIVIL GOVERNMENT, TRADE, LAWS,
CUSTOMS, AND MANNERS OF THE DIFFERENT INHABITANTS
OF THAT ISLAND. ITS CONQUEST
BY THE FRENCH, AND RESTORATION
TO THE BRITISH DOMINIONS.
By THOMAS ATWOOD.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON, NO. 72, ST. PAUL’S CHURCHYARD.
M DCC XCI.
INTRODUCTION.
It is greatly to be lamented, that although the island of Dominica
is so very capable of being rendered one of the chief, if not the
best, the English have in the West Indies; yet, from a want of
knowledge of its importance, or inattention, it is at this time
almost as much unsettled, as when it was ceded to Great Britain,
near thirty years ago.
This is the more remarkable, from the great consequence the
possession of it is to the English, in case of a rupture with
France, it being the key of the British dominions in that part
of the world, and from its situation between the two principal
settlements of the French, Martinique and Guadeloupe, it is the
only place in the West Indies, by which there is a possibility for
Great Britain to maintain the sovereignty of those seas.
It has moreover many conveniences for the service of both an army
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Fifth Impression, June, 1908
Sixth Impression, November, 1909
Seventh Impression, August, 1910
Preface
MANY people from other lands have crossed the ocean to make a new home
for themselves in America. They love its freedom. They are happy here
under its kindly rule. They suffer less from want and hunger than in the
country of their birthplace.
Their children are blessed with the privilege of attending fine schools
and with the right to learn about this wonderful world, side by side
with the sons and daughters of our most successful and wisest people.
Among these newer-comers to America are the Italians, many of whom will
never again see their own country, of which they are still so justly
proud. They will tell you it is a land of wonderful beauty; that it has
sunsets so glorious that both artists and poets try to picture them for
us again and again; that its history is that of a strong and mighty
people who once held rule over all the civilized world; that thousands
of travellers visit its shores every year to look upon its paintings and
its statues, for it may truly be called the art treasure-house of the
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CATS: Their Points and Characteristics.
[Illustration: "SHIPMATES."]
"CATS:"
THEIR POINTS AND CHARACTERISTICS,
WITH CURIOSITIES OF CAT LIFE,
AND A CHAPTER ON FELINE AILMENTS.
BY _W. GORDON STABLES, M.D., C.M., R.N._,
AUTHOR OF
"MEDICAL LIFE IN THE NAVY," "WILD ADVENTURES IN THE FAR NORTH,"
THE "NEWFOUNDLAND AND WATCH DOG," IN WEBB'S BOOK ON DOGS,
ETC. ETC.
LONDON: DEAN & SON,
ST. DUNSTAN'S BUILDINGS, 160A, FLEET STREET, E.C.
CONTENTS.
VOL. I.
CHAPTER. PAGE
I. APOLOGETIC 1
II. PUSSY ON HER NATIVE HEARTH 3
III. PUSSY'S LOVE OF CHILDREN 26
IV. PUSSY "POLL" 36
V. SAGACITY OF CATS 44
VI. A CAT THAT KEEPS THE SABBATH 61
VII. HONEST CATS 64
VIII. THE PLOUGHMAN'S "MYSIE" 70
IX. TENACITY OF LIFE IN CATS 74
X. NOMADISM IN CATS 87
XI. "IS CATS TO BE TRUSTED?" 94
XII. PUSSY AS A MOTHER 109
XIII. HOME TIES AND AFFECTIONS 125
XIV. FISHING EXPLOITS 141
XV. THE ADVENTURES OF BLINKS 151
XVI. HUNTING EXPLOITS 190
XVII. COCK-JOCK AND THE CAT 200
XVIII. NURSING VAGARIES 209
XIX. PUSSY'S PLAYMATES 221
XX. PUSSY AND THE HARE 230
XXI. THE MILLER'S FRIEND. A TALE 235
ADDENDA. CONTAINING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF THE
VOUCHERS FOR THE AUTHENTICITY OF THE
ANECDOTES 267
VOL. II.
CHAPTER. PAGE
I. ORIGIN AND ANTIQUITY OF THE DOMESTIC CAT 278
II. CLASSIFICATION AND POINTS 285
III. PUSSY'S PATIENCE AND CLEANLINESS 307
IV. TRICKS AND TRAINING 319
V. CRUELTY TO CATS 329
VI. PARLIAMENTARY PROTECTION FOR THE DOMESTIC CAT 356
VII. FELINE AILMENTS 366
VIII. ODDS AND ENDS 387
IX. THE TWO "MUFFIES." A TALE 410
X. BLACK TOM, THE SKIPPER'S IMP. A TALE 440
ADDENDA. CONTAINING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF THE
VOUCHERS FOR THE AUTHENTICITY OF THE
ANECDOTES 479
SPRATT'S PATENT
CAT FOOD.
[Illustration: TRADE MARK.]
It has long been considered that the food given to that useful domestic
favourite, the CAT, is the sole cause of all the diseases it suffers from;
nearly all Cats in towns are fed on boiled horseflesh, in many cases
diseased and conveying disease.
This Food is introduced to entirely supersede the present unwholesome
practice; it is made from pure fresh beef and other sound materials, not
from horseflesh or other deleterious substances. It will be found the
cheapest food to preserve the health and invigorate the constitution,
prolong the existence, and extend the usefulness, gentleness, and
cleanliness of the Cat.
_Sold in 1d. Packets only. Each Packet contains sufficient to feed a Cat
for two days. The wrapper of every Packet is the same in colour, and bears
the Trade Mark as above, and the name of the Patentee, and no other Packet
is genuine._
DIRECTIONS FOR USE.
Mix the food with a little milk or water, making it crumbly moist, not
sloppy.
SPRATT'S PATENT MEAT FIBRINE DOG CAKES, 22_s._ per cwt., Carriage Paid.
SPRATT'S PATENT POULTRY FOOD, 22_s._ per cwt., Carriage Paid.
SPRATT'S PATENT GRANULATED PRAIRIE MEAT CRISSEL, 28_s._ per cwt., Carriage
Paid.
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TO
LADY MILDRED BERESFORD-HOPE,
AND
LADY DOROTHY NEVILL,
THIS WORK
Is dedicated
With feelings of regard and esteem,
BY
THE AUTHOR.
CAT MEDICINE CHEST,
_Beautifully fitted up with everything necessary
to keep Pussy in Health, or to Cure her when Ill._
The Medicines are done up in a new form, now
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A NICELY FINISHED ARTICLE,
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CATS.
CHAPTER I.
[_See Note A, Addenda._]
APOLOGETIC.
"If ye mane to write a preface to your book, sure you must put it in the
end entoirely."
Such was the advice an Irish friend gave me, when I talked of an
introductory chapter to the present work on cats. I think it was a good
one. Whether it be owing to our style of living now-a-days, which tends
more to the development of brain than muscle; or whether it be, as Darwin
says, that we really are descended from the ape, and, as the years roll
on, are losing that essentially animal virtue--patience; certainly it is
true that we cannot tolerate prefaces, preludes, and long graces before
meat, as our grandfathers did. A preface, like Curacoa--and--B, before
dinner, ought to be short and sweet: something merely to give an edge to
appetite, or it had as well be put in the "end entoirely," or better
still, in the fire.
I presume, then, the reader is fond of the domestic cat; if only for the
simple reason that God made it. Yes; God made it, and man mars it. Pussy
is an ill-used, much persecuted, little understood, and greatly slandered
animal. It is with the view, therefore, of gaining for our little fireside
friend a greater meed of justice than she has hitherto obtained, of
removing the ban under which she mostly lives, and making her life a more
pleasant and happy one, that the following pages are written; and I shall
deem it a blessing if I am _in any way_ successful. I have tried to paint
pussy just as she is, without the aid of "putty and varnish;" and I have
been at no small pains to prove the authenticity of the various anecdotes,
and can assure the reader that they are all _strictly true_.
CHAPTER II.
[_See Note B, Addenda._]
PUSSY ON HER NATIVE HEARTH.
"It wouldn't have surprised me a bit, doctor," said my gallant captain to
me, on the quarter-deck of the saucy _Pen-gun_,--"It wouldn't have
surprised me a bit, if they had sent you on board, minus the head. A nice
thing that would have been, with so many hands sick."
"And rather unconvenient for me," I added, stroking my neck.
I had been explaining to the gentleman, that my reason for not being off
the night before, was my finding myself on the desert side of the gates of
Aden after sun-down. A strange motley cut-throat band I had found myself
among, too. Wild Somalis, half-caste Indian Jews, Bedouin Arabs, and burly
Persian merchants, all armed with sword and spear and shield, and long
rifles that, judging by their build, seemed made to shoot round corners.
Strings of camels lay on the ground; and round each camp-fire squatted
these swarthy sons of the desert, engaged in talking, eating, smoking, or
quarrelling, as the case might be. Unless at Falkirk tryst, I had never
been among such a parcel of rogues in my life. I myself was armed to the
teeth: that is, I had nothing but my tongue wherewith to defend myself. I
could not help a feeling of insecurity taking possession of me; there
seemed to be a screw that wanted tightening somewhere about my neck. Yet I
do not now repent having spent that night in the desert, as it has
afforded me the opportunity of settling that long-disputed question--the
origin of the domestic cat.
Some have searched Egyptian annals for the origin of their pet, some
Persian, and some assert they can trace its descent from the days of Noah.
I can go a long way beyond that. It is difficult to get over the flood,
though; but I suppose my typical cat belonged to some one of the McPherson
clan. McPhlail was telling McPherson, that he could trace his genealogy
from the days of Noah.
"And mine," said the rival clansman, "from nine hundred years before
that."
"But the flood, you know?" hinted the McPhlail.
"And did you ever hear of a Phairson that hadn't a boat of his own?" was
the indignant retort.
In the midst of a group of young Arabs, was one that attracted my special
attention. He was an old man who looked, with his snow-white beard, his
turban and robes, as venerable as one of Dore's patriarchs. In sonorous
tones, in his own noble language, he was reading from a book in his lap,
while one arm was coiled lovingly round a beautiful long-haired cat.
Beside this man I threw myself down. The fierceness of his first glance,
which seemed to resent my intrusion, melted into a smile as sweet as a
woman's, when I began to stroke and admire his cat. Just the same story
all the world over,--praise a man's pet and he'll do anything for you;
fight for you, or even lend you money. That Arab shared his supper with
me.
"Ah! my son," he said, "more than my goods, more than my horse, I love my
cat. She comforts me. More than the smoke she soothes me. Allah is great
and good; when our first mother and father went out into the mighty desert
alone, He gave them two friends to defend and comfort them--the dog and
the cat. In the body of the cat He placed the spirit of a gentle woman; in
the dog the soul of a brave man. It is true, my son; the book hath it."
After this
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THE THAMES
VOLUMES IN THIS SERIES BY MORTIMER MENPES
EACH 20S. NET WITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR
THE DURBAR
JAPAN. WORLD'S CHILDREN
WORLD PICTURES. VENICE
WAR IMPRESSIONS
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_Published by_
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[Illustration: PUNTING]
THE THAMES
BY MORTIMER MENPES, R.I.
TEXT BY G. E. MITTON
PUBLISHED BY A.&C. BLACK
SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W.
_Published July 1906_
[Illustration]
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I PAGE
The Beauty of the River 1
CHAPTER II
The Oxford Meadows 25
CHAPTER III
The Old Town of Abingdon 37
CHAPTER IV
Dorchester and Sinodun Hill 47
CHAPTER V
Castle and Stronghold 53
CHAPTER VI
Twin Villages 57
CHAPTER VII
A Mitred Abbot 67
CHAPTER VIII
Sonning and its Roses 72
CHAPTER IX
Wargrave and Neighbourhood 80
CHAPTER X
Henley 97
CHAPTER XI
The Romance of Bisham and Hurley 105
CHAPTER XII
Boulter's Lock and Maidenhead 128
CHAPTER XIII
Windsor and Eton 140
CHAPTER XIV
Magna Charta 155
CHAPTER XV
Penton Hook 161
CHAPTER XVI
Weybridge and Chertsey 167
CHAPTER XVII
The Londoner's Zone 177
CHAPTER XVIII
The River at London 205
CHAPTER XIX
Our National Possession 231
Index 243
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
1. Punting _Frontispiece_
PAGE
2. Thames Ditton v
3. Sutton Courtney, Culham Bridge 1
4. Pangbourne _Facing_ 4
5. Dorchester Abbey " 8
6. Day's Lock " 12
7. Near the Bridge, Sutton Courtney " 14
8. Streatley Inn " 18
9. Sandford Lock 25
10. Iffley _Facing_ 28
11. Radley College Boat-house " 34
12. Almshouses of Abingdon 37
13. Abingdon _Facing_ 38
14. The Mill at Abingdon " 40
15. Sutton Courtney Backwater " 42
16. Clifden Hampden from the Bridge " 44
17. Clifden Hampden " 46
18. Hurley 47
19. Cottages, Dorchester _Facing_ 48
20. White Hart Hotel, Dorchester " 50
21. Dorchester Backwater " 52
22. Danesfield 53
23. Wallingford _Facing_ 54
24. Streatley Mill " 56
25. Goring Bridge 57
26. Streatley _Facing_ 58
27. Goring Church " 60
28. Goring " 62
29. Pangbourne, from the Swan
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[Illustration: LEONARDO DA VINCI]
Leonardo da Vinci
A PSYCHOSEXUAL STUDY OF AN
INFANTILE REMINISCENCE
BY
PROFESSOR DR. SIGMUND FREUD, LL.D.
(UNIVERSITY OF VIENNA)
TRANSLATED BY
A. A. BRILL, PH.B., M.D.
Lecturer in Psychoanalysis and Abnormal
Psychology, New York University
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY
1916
COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY
MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY
ILLUSTRATIONS
Leonardo Da Vinci _Frontispiece_
FACING
PAGE
Mona Lisa 78
Saint Anne 86
John the Baptist 94
LEONARDO DA VINCI
I
When psychoanalytic investigation, which usually contents itself with
frail human material, approaches the great personages of humanity, it is
not impelled to it by motives which are often attributed to it by
laymen. It does not strive "to blacken the radiant and to drag the
sublime into the mire"; it finds no satisfaction in diminishing the
distance between the perfection of the great and the inadequacy of the
ordinary objects. But it cannot help finding that everything is worthy
of understanding that can be perceived through those prototypes, and it
also believes that none is so big as to be ashamed of being subject to
the laws which control the normal and morbid actions with the same
strictness.
Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519) was admired even by his contemporaries as
one of the greatest men of the Italian Renaissance, still even then he
appeared as mysterious to them as he now appears to us. An all-sided
genius, "whose form can only be divined but never deeply fathomed,"[1]
he exerted the most decisive influence on his time as an artist; and it
remained to us to recognize his greatness as a naturalist which was
united in him with the artist. Although he left masterpieces of the art
of painting, while his scientific discoveries remained unpublished and
unused, the investigator in him has never quite left the artist, often
it has severely injured the artist and in the end it has perhaps
suppressed the artist altogether. According to Vasari, Leonardo
reproached himself during the last hour of his life for having insulted
God and men because he has not done his duty to his art.[2] And even if
Vasari's story lacks all probability and belongs to those legends which
began to be woven about the mystic master while he was still living, it
nevertheless retains indisputable value as a testimonial of the judgment
of those people and of those times.
What was it that removed the personality of Leonardo from the
understanding of his contemporaries? Certainly not the many sidedness of
his capacities and knowledge, which allowed him to install himself as a
player of the lyre on an instrument invented by himself, in the court of
Lodovico Sforza, nicknamed Il Moro, the Duke of Milan, or which allowed
him to write to the same person that remarkable letter in which he
boasts of his abilities as a civil and military engineer. For the
combination of manifold talents in the same person was not unusual in
the times of the Renaissance; to be sure Leonardo himself furnished one
of the most splendid examples of such persons. Nor did he belong to that
type of genial persons who are outwardly poorly endowed by nature, and
who on their side place no value on the outer forms of life, and in the
painful gloominess of their feelings fly from human relations. On the
contrary he was tall and symmetrically built, of consummate beauty of
countenance and of unusual physical strength, he was charming in his
manner, a master of speech, and jovial and affectionate to everybody. He
loved beauty in the objects of his surroundings, he was fond of wearing
magnificent garments and appreciated every refinement of conduct. In his
treatise[3] on the art of painting he compares in a significant passage
the art of painting with its sister arts and thus discusses the
difficulties of the sculptor: "Now his face is entirely smeared and
powdered with marble dust, so that he looks like a baker, he is covered
with small marble splinters, so that it seems as if it snowed on his
back, and his house is full of stone splinters, and dust. The case of
the painter is quite different from that; for the painter is well
dressed and sits with great comfort before his
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THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY.
A MAGAZINE OF LITERATURE, ART, AND POLITICS.
VOL. II.--OCTOBER, 1858.--NO. XII.
THE NEW WORLD AND THE NEW MAN.
Half a dozen rivulets leap down the western declivity of the Rocky
Mountains, and unite; four thousand miles away the mighty Missouri
debouches into the Mexican Gulf as the result of that junction. Did the
rivulets propose or plan the river? Not at all; but they knew, each,
its private need to find a lower level; the universal law they obeyed
accomplished the rest. So is it with the great human streams. Mighty
beginnings do not lie in the minds of the beginners. History is a
perpetual surprise, ever developing results of which men were the
agents without being the expectants. Individual actors, with respect to
the master claim of humanity, are, for the most part, not unlike that
fleet hound which, enticed by a tempting prospect of meat, outran a
locomotive engine all the way from Lowell to Boston, and won a handsome
wager for his owner, while intent only on a dinner for himself.
Humanity is served out of all proportion to the intention of service.
Even the noble souls, never wanting in history, who follow not a bait,
but belief, see only in imperfect survey the connections and relations
of their deeds. Each is faithfully obeying his own inward vocation, a
voice unheard by other soul than his own, and the inability to
calculate consequences makes the preeminent grandeur of his position;
or he is urged by the high inevitable impulse to publish or verify an
idea: the Divine Destiny _works_ in their hearts, and _plans_ over
their heads.
Socrates felt a sacred impulse to test his neighbors, what they knew
and were: this is such account of his life as he himself can give at
its close. His contemporaries generally saw in him an imperturbable and
troublesome questioner, fatally sure to come at the secret of every
man's character and credence, whom no subterfuge could elude, no
compliments flatter, no menaces appall,--suspected also of some
emancipation from the popular superstitions: this is the account of him
which _they_ are able to give. At twenty-three centuries' distance _we_
see in him the source of a river of spiritual influence, that yet
streams on, more than a Missouri, in the minds of men,--more than a
Missouri, for it not only flows as an open current, but, percolating
beneath the surface, and coming up in distinct and distant fountains,
it becomes the hidden source of many a constant tide in the faiths and
philosophies of nations.
The veil covers the eyes of spectators and agents alike. Columbus
returns, freighted with wondrous tidings, to the Spanish shore; the
nation rises and claps its hands; the nation kneels to bless its gods
at all its shrines, and chants its delight in many a choral Te Deum.
What, then, do they think is gained? Why, El Dorado! Have they not
gained a whole world of gold and silver mines to buy jewelled cloaks
and feathers and frippery with? Have they not gained a cornucopia of
savages, to support new brigades at home by their enslavement, and new
bishoprics abroad by their salvation? Touching, truly, is the childish
eagerness and _bonhommie_ with which those Spaniards in fancy assume,
as it were, between thumb and finger, this continent, deemed to be
nothing less than gold, and feed with it the leanness of hungry purses;
and the effect is not a little enhanced by the extreme pains they are
at to say a sufficient grace over the imagined meal. "Oh, wonderful,
Pomponius!" shouts the large-minded Peter Martyr. "Upon the surface of
that earth are found rude masses of gold, of a weight that one fears to
mention!... Spain is spreading her wings," etc. He is of the minority
there, who does not suppose this New World a Providential donation to
aid him to dinners, dances, and dawdling, or at best to promote his
"glory" and pride of social estimation. Even Columbus, more magnanimous
than most of his contemporaries, is not so greatly more wise. The
noblest use he can conceive for his discovery is to aid in the recovery
of the Holy Sepulchre. With the precious metals that should fall to his
share, says his biographer, he made haste to vow the raising of a force
of five thousand horse and fifty thousand foot for the expulsion of the
Saracens from Jerusalem. Nor is this the only instance in which even
the noble among men have sought to clutch the grand opening futures,
and wreathe the beauty of their promise about the consecrated graves of
the past. "Servants of Sepulchres" is a title which even now, not
individuals alone, but whole nations, may lawfully claim.
The Old World, we say, seized upon this magnificent new force now
thrown into history, and harnessed it unsuspiciously to its own car, as
if it could have been designed for no other possible use. Happily,
however, the design was different, and Providence having a peculiar
faculty of protecting its own plans, the holding of the reins after
such a steed proved anything but a sinecure. Spain, indeed, rode in a
high chariot for a time, but at length, in that unlucky Armada drive,
crashed against English oak on the ocean highways, and came off
creaking and rickety,--grew thenceforth ever more unsteady,--finally,
came utterly to the ground, with contusions, fractures, and much
mishap,--and now the poor nation hobbles hypochondriacally upon
crutches, all its brave charioteering sadly ended. England drove more
considerately, but could not avoid fate; so in 1783 she, too, must let
go the rein with some mental disturbance. For the great Destiny was not
exclusively a European Providence,--had meditated the establishment of
a fresh and independent human centre on the western side of the sea.
The excellent citizens of London and Madrid found themselves incapable
of crediting this until it was duly placarded in gunpowder print.--It
is, indeed, an unaccountable foible men have, not to recognize a plain
fact till it has been published in this blazing hieroglyphic. What were
England and France doing at Sebastopol? Merely issuing a poster to this
effect,--"Turkey is not yours,"--in a type that Russia could feel free
to understand. Terribly costly editions these are, and in a type
utterly hideous; but while nations refuse to see the fact in a more
agreeable presentation, it may probably feel compelled to go into this
ugly, but indubitable shape.--Well, somewhat less than a century since,
England had committed herself to the proposition, that America was
really a part or dependency of Europe, a lower-caste Europe, having
about the same relation to the Cisatlantic continent that the farmer's
barn has to his house. Mild refutations of this modest doctrine having
been attempted without success, posters in the necessary red-letter
type were issued at Concord, Bunker Hill, Yorktown, etc., which might
be translated somewhat thus:--"America has its own independent root in
the world's centre, its own independent destiny in the Providential
thought." This important fact, having then and there exploded itself
into legibility, and come to be known and read of all men, admits now
of no dispute, and requires no confirmation. It is evidently so. The
New World is not merely a newly-discovered hay-loft and dairy-stall for
the Old, but is itself a proper household, of equal dignity with any.
To draw the due inferences from this, to see what is implied in it, is
all that we are here required to do.
Be it, then, especially noted that the continent by itself can take no
such rank. A spirituality must appear to crown and complete this great
continental body; otherwise America is acephalous. Unless there be an
American Man, the continent is inevitably but an appendage, a kitchen
and laundry for the European parlor. American Man,--and the word Man is
to receive a large emphasis. Observe, that it does not refer to mere
population. The fact required will hardly be reported in the census.
Indeed, there is quite too much talk about population, about
prospective increase of numbers. We are to have thirty millions of
inhabitants, they say, in 1860; soon forty, fifty, one hundred
millions. Doubtless; and if that be all, one yawns over the statement.
Could any prophet assure us of _one_ million of men who would stand for
the broadest justice as Leonidas and his three hundred Spartans stood
for Lacedaemon! But Hebrew David was thought to be punished for taking
a census; nor is the story without significance. To reckon numbers
alone a success _is_ a sin, and a blunder beside. Russia has sixty
millions of people: who would not gladly swap her out of the world for
glorious little Greece back again, and Plato and Aeschylus and
Epaminondas still there? Who would exchange Concord or Cambridge in
Massachusetts for any hundred thousand square miles of slave-breeding
dead-level? Who Massachusetts in whole for as many South American (or
Southern) republics as would cover Saturn and all his moons? Make sure
of depth and breadth of soul as the national characteristic; then roll
up the census columns; and roll out a hallelujah for each additional
thousand.
Thus had the great Genoese been destined merely to make a new highway
on the ocean and new lines on the map,--to add the potato, maize, and
tapioca to the known list of edibles, and tobacco to that of
narcotics,--to explode Spain, give England a cotton-field, Ireland a
hospital, and Africa a hell. This could by no means seem sufficient.
The crew of the Pinta shouted, "Land! Land!"--peering through the dark
at the new shores; the Spanish nation chanted, "Gold! Gold!"--gazing
out through murky desires toward the wondrous West; but it is only with
the cry of "Man! Man!" as at the sight of new cerebral shores and
wealth of more than golden humanities, that the true America is
discovered and announced. So whatever reason we have to assert for
America a really independent existence and destiny, the same have we
for predicting an opulence of heart and brain, to which Western
prairies and Californian gold shall seem the natural appurtenance.
And this noble man must be likewise a _new_ man,--not merely a migrated
European. Western Europe pushed a little farther west does not meet our
demand. Why should Europe go three thousand miles off to be Europe
still? Besides, can we afford to England, France, Spain, a larger room
in the world? Are we more than satisfied with their occupancy of that
they already possess? The Englishman is undeniably a wholesome picture
to the mental eye; but will not twenty million copies of him do, for
the present? It would seem like a poverty in Nature, were she unable to
vary, but must go helplessly on to reproduce that selfsame British
likeness over all North America. But history fully warrants the
expectation of a new form of man for the new continent. German and
Scandinavian Teutons peopled England; but the Englishman is _sui
generis_, not merely an exported Teuton. Egypt, says Bunsen, was
peopled by a colony from Western Asia; but the genius and physiognomy
of Egypt are peculiar and its own. Mr. Pococke will have it that Greece
was a migrated India: it was, of course, a migration from some place
that first planted the Hellenic stock in Europe; but if the man who
carved the Zeus, and built the Parthenon, and wrote the "Prometheus"
and the "Phaedrus," were a copy, where shall we find the original?
Indeed
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ANDY AT YALE
OR
THE GREAT QUADRANGLE MYSTERY
BY
ROY ELIOT STOKES
THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO.
CLEVELAND, O. NEW YORK, N. Y.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Copyright, MCMXIV, by
SULLY AND KLEINTEICH
Printed in the United States of America
by
THE COMMERCIAL BOOKBINDING CO.
CLEVELAND, OHIO
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CONTENTS
I. A Horse-Whipping 1
II. Good Samaritans 12
III. An Unpleasant Prospect 19
IV. The Picture Show 28
V. Final Days 36
VI. The Bonfire 45
VII. Link Again 51
VIII. Off For Yale 63
IX. On The Campus 72
X. Missing Money 78
XI. "Rough House" 85
XII. A Fierce Tackle 94
XIII. Bargains 102
XIV. Dunk Refuses 113
XV. Dunk Goes Out 123
XVI. In Bad 131
XVII. Andy's Despair 138
XVIII. Andy's Resolve 146
XIX. Link Comes To College 150
XX. Queer Disappearances 158
XXI. A Gridiron Battle 166
XXII. Andy Says 'No!' 177
XXIII. Reconciliation 185
XXIV. Link's Visit 193
XXV. The Missing Watch 198
XXVI. The Girls 205
XXVII. Jealousies 213
XXVIII. The Book 219
XXIX. The Accusation 230
XXX. The Letter 237
XXXI. On The Diamond 245
XXXII. Victory 256
XXXIII. The Trap 281
XXXIV. Caught 291
XXXV. For The Honor Of Yale 300
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ANDY AT YALE
CHAPTER I
A HORSE-WHIPPING
"Come on, Andy, what are you hanging back for?"
"Oh, just to look at the view. It's great! Why, you can see for twenty
miles from here, right off to the mountains!"
One lad stood by himself on the summit of a green hill, while, a little
below, and in advance of him, were four others.
"Oh, come on!" cried one of the latter. "View! Who wants to look at a
view?"
"But it's great, I tell you! I never appreciated it before!" exclaimed
Andy Blair. "You can see----!"
"Oh, for the love of goodness! Come on!" came in protest from the
objecting speaker. "What do we care how far we can see? We're going to
get something to eat!"
"That's right! Some of Kelly's good old kidney stew!"
"A little chicken for mine!"
"I'm for a chop!"
"Beefsteak on the grill!"
Thus the lads, waiting for the one who had stopped to admire the fine
view, chanted their desires in the way of food.
"Come on!" finally called one in disgust, and, with a half sigh of
regret, Andy walked on to join his mates.
"What's getting into you lately?" demanded Chet Anderson, a bit
petulantly. "You stand mooning around, you don't hear when you're spoken
to, and you don't go in for half the fun you used to."
"Are you sick? Or is it a--girl?" queried Ben Snow, laughing.
"Both the same!" observed Frank Newton, cynically.
"Listen to the old dinkbat!" exclaimed Tom Hatfield. "You'd think he
knew all about the game! You never got a letter from a girl in your
life, Frank!"
"I didn't, eh? That's all you know about it," and Frank made an
unsuccessful effort to punch his tormentor.
"Well, if we're going on to Churchtown and have a bit of grub in
Kelly's, let's hoof it!" suggested Chet. "You can eat; can't you, Andy?
Haven't lost your appetite; have you, looking at that blooming view?"
"No, indeed. But you fellows don't seem to realize that in another month
we'll never see it again, unless we come back to Milton for a visit."
"That's right!" agreed Ben Snow. "This _is_ our last term at the old
school! I'll be sorry to leave it, in a way, even though I do expect to
go to college."
"Same here," came from Tom. "What college are you going to, Ben?"
"Hanged
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[Illustration: SANTA BARBARA.]
OUR ITALY
BY CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER
_Author of Their Pilgrimage, Studies in the South and West, A Little
Journey in the World... With Many Illustrations_
[Illustration]
_NEW YORK_
_HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE_
Copyright, 1891, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
_All rights reserved._
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I. HOW OUR ITALY IS MADE 1
II. OUR CLIMATIC AND COMMERCIAL MEDITERRANEAN 10
III. EARLY VICISSITUDES.--PRODUCTIONS
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_underscores_. A row of asterisks represents a thought break. A complete
list of corrections as well as other notes follows the text.
ANECDOTES
OF THE
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS
OF
LONDON
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Memories of Childhood's
Slavery Days
By
Annie L. Burton
BOSTON
ROSS PUBLISHING COMPANY
1909
RECOLLECTIONS OF A HAPPY LIFE
The memory of my happy, care-free childhood days on the plantation,
with my little white and black companions, is often with me. Neither
master nor mistress nor neighbors had time to bestow a thought upon
us, for the great Civil War was raging. That great event in American
history was a matter wholly outside the realm of our childish
interests. Of course we heard our elders discuss the various events of
the great struggle, but it meant nothing to us.
On the plantation there were ten white children and fourteen <DW52>
children. Our days were spent roaming about from plantation to
plantation, not knowing or caring what things were going on in the
great world outside our little realm. Planting time and harvest time
were happy days for us. How often at the harvest time the planters
discovered cornstalks missing from the ends of the rows, and blamed
the crows! We were called the "little fairy devils." To the sweet
potatoes and peanuts and sugar cane we also helped ourselves.
Those slaves that were not married served the food from the great
house, and about half-past eleven they would send the older children
with food to the workers in the fields. Of course, I followed, and
before we got to the fields, we had eaten the food nearly all up. When
the workers returned home they complained, and we were whipped.
The slaves got their allowance every Monday night of molasses, meat,
corn meal, and a kind of flour called "dredgings" or "shorts." Perhaps
this allowance would be gone before the next Monday night, in which
case the slaves would steal hogs and chickens. Then would come the
whipping-post. Master himself never whipped his slaves; this was left
to the overseer.
We children had no supper, and only a little piece of bread or
something of the kind in the morning. Our dishes consisted of one
wooden bowl, and oyster shells were our spoons. This bowl served for
about fifteen children, and often the dogs and the ducks and the
peafowl had a dip in it. Sometimes we had buttermilk and bread in our
bowl, sometimes greens or bones.
Our clothes were little homespun cotton slips, with short sleeves. I
never knew what shoes were until I got big enough to earn them myself.
If a slave man and woman wished to marry, a party would be arranged
some Saturday night among the slaves. The marriage ceremony consisted
of the pair jumping over a stick. If no children were born within a
year or so, the wife was sold.
At New Year's, if there was any debt or mortgage on the plantation,
the extra slaves were taken to Clayton and sold at the court house. In
this way families were separated.
When they were getting recruits for the war, we were allowed to go to
Clayton to see the soldiers.
I remember, at the beginning of the war, two <DW52> men were hung in
Clayton; one, Caesar King, for killing a blood hound and biting off an
overseer's ear; the other, Dabney Madison, for the murder of his
master. Dabney Madison's master was really shot by a man named
Houston, who was infatuated with Madison's mistress, and who had hired
Madison to make the bullets for him. Houston escaped after the deed,
and the blame fell on Dabney Madison, as he was the only slave of his
master and mistress. The clothes of the two victims were hung on two
pine trees, and no <DW52> person would touch them. Since I have grown
up, I have seen the skeleton of one of these men in the office of a
doctor in Clayton.
After the men were hung, the bones were put in an old deserted house.
Somebody that cared for the bones used to put them in the sun in
bright weather, and back in the house when it rained. Finally the
bones disappeared, although the boxes that had contained them still
remained.
At one time, when they were building barns on the plantation, one of
the big boys got a little brandy and gave us children all a drink,
enough to make us drunk. Four doctors were sent for, but nobody could
tell what was the matter with us, except they thought we had eaten
something poisonous. They wanted to give us some castor oil, but we
refused to take it, because we thought that the oil was made from the
bones of the dead men we had seen. Finally, we told about the big
white boy giving us the brandy, and the mystery was cleared up.
Young as I was then, I remember this conversation between master and
mistress, on master's return from the gate one day, when he had
received the latest news: "William, what is the news from the seat of
war?" "A great battle was fought at Bull Run, and the Confederates
won," he replied. "Oh, good, good," said mistress, "and what did Jeff
Davis say?" "Look
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THREE YOUNG KNIGHTS
By Annie Hamilton Donnell
CHAPTER I.
The last wisp of hay was in the Eddy mows. "Come on!" shouted Jot.
"Here she goes--hip, hip, hoo-ray!"
"Hoor-a-ay!" echoed Kent. But of course Old Tilly took it calmly. He
planted his brown hands pocket-deep and his bare, brown legs wide apart,
and surveyed the splendid, bursting mows with honest pride.
"Yes, sir, that's the finest lot o' hay in Hexham county; beat it if you
can, sir!" he said approvingly. Then, being ready, he caught off his
own hat and cheered, too.
"Hold on, you chaps; give the old man a chance to holler with you!"
Father Eddy's big, hearty voice cried above the din, and there was the
flaring, sun-browned "wide-awake" swinging with the other hats.
"Hooray for the best hay in town! Hooray for the smartest team o' boys!
Hooray for lib-er-tee!"
"Hooray! Hooray!"
They were all of them out of breath and red in the face, but how they
cheered! Liberty--that was something to cheer for! After planting-time
and haying, hurrah for liberty!
The din softened gradually. With a sweep of his arm, father gathered
all the boys in a laughing heap before him.
"Well," he said, "what next? Who's going to celebrate? I'm done with
you for a fortnight. I'm going to hire Esau Whalley to milk and do the
chores, and send you small chaps about your business. You've earned
your holiday. And I don't know but it's as good a time as any to settle
up. Pay day's as good one day as another."
He drew out a little tight roll of bills and sorted out three
five-dollar notes gravely. The boys' eyes began to shine. Father'most
always paid them, after haying, but--five dollars apiece! Old Tilly
pursed his lips and whistled softly. Kent nudged Jot.
[Illustration: He sorted out three five-dollar notes gravely.]
"There you are! You needn't mind about giving receipts!" Father Eddy
said matter-of-factly, but his gray eyes were a-twinkle under their
cliffs of gray brows. He was exulting quietly in the delight he could
read in the three round, brown faces. Good boys--yes, sir--all of them!
Wasn't their beat in Hexham county--no, sir! Nor yet in Marylebone
county or Winnipeg!
"Now, on with you--scatter!" he laughed. "Mother and I are going to
mill to celebrate! When you've decided what you're going to do, send a
committee o' three to let us know. Mind, you can celebrate any way you
want to that's sensible."
The boys waited till the tall, stoop-shouldered figure had gone back
into the dim, hay-scented barn, then with one accord the din began
again.
"Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray for father!"
"Father! father! hoo-ray!"
"Hoor-a-ay!"
It died away, began again, then trailed out to a faint wail as the boys
scuttled off round the barn to the orchard. Father smiled to himself
unsteadily.
"Good boys! good boys! good boys!" he muttered.
"Come on up in the consultery!" cried Kent excitedly.
"Yes, come on, Old Till; that's the place!" Jot echoed.
The "consultery" was a platform up in the great horse-chestnut tree.
When there was time, it could be reached comfortably by a short ladder,
but, in times of hurry, it was the custom to swing up to it by a
low-hanging bough, with a long running jump as a starter. To-day
they all swung up.
"Oh, I say, won't there be times!" cried Kent. "Five apiece is fifteen,
lumped. You can celebrate like everything with fifteen dollars!"
"Sure--but how?" Old Tilly asked in his gentle, moderate way. "We don't
want any old, common celebration!"
"You better believe we don't!"
"No, sir, we want to do something new! Camping out's old!"
"Camping's no good! Go on!" Jot said briefly. It was always Old Tilly
they looked to for suggestions. If you waited long enough, they were
sure to come.
"Well, that's the trouble. I can't 'go on'--yet. You don't give a chap
time to wink! What we want is to settle right down to it and think out
a fine way to celebrate. It's got to take time."
For the space of a minute it was still in the consultery, save for the
soft swish of the leaves overhead and roundabout. Then Jot broke out--a
minute was Jot's utmost limit of silence.
"We could go up through the Notch and back, you know," he reflected.
"That's no end of fun. Wouldn't cost us all more'n a fiver for the
round trip, and we'd have the other ten to--to--"
"Buy popcorn and 'Twin Mountain Views' with!" finished Kent in scorn.
"Well, if you want to dress up in your best fixin's and stew all day in
a railroad train--"
"I don't!" rejoined Jot, hastily. "I was thinking of Old Till!"
Tilly's other name was Nathan, but it had grown musty with disuse. He
was the oldest of the Eddy trio, and "ballasted" the other two, Father
Eddy said. Old Tilly was fourteen and the Eddy twins--Jotham and
Kennet
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CANADA
WEST
160 ACRE
FARMS in
WESTERN
CANADA
FREE
ISSUED BY DIRECTION OF HON. W. J. ROCHE MINISTER OF THE INTERIOR,
OTTAWA, CANADA. 1914
[Illustration]
LAND REGULATIONS IN CANADA
All public lands in Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta are controlled
and administered by the Dominion Government through the Department of
the Interior. The lands disposed of as free homesteads (Government
grants) under certain conditions involving residence and improvements,
are surveyed into square blocks, six miles long by six miles wide,
called townships. When these improvements are completed and duties
performed, a patent or crown deed is issued.
THE FOLLOWING IS A PLAN OF A TOWNSHIP
N
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BEHIND A MASK _OR_ A WOMAN'S POWER
By A.M. Barnard
_Chapter I_
JEAN MUIR
"Has she come?"
"No, Mamma, not yet."
"I wish it were well over. The thought of it worries and excites me. A
cushion for my back, Bella."
And poor, peevish Mrs. Coventry sank into an easy chair with a nervous
sigh and the air of a martyr, while her pretty daughter hovered about
her with affectionate solicitude.
"Who are they talking of, Lucia?" asked the languid young man lounging
on a couch near his cousin, who bent over her tapestry work with a happy
smile on her usually haughty face.
"The new governess, Miss Muir. Shall I tell you about her?"
"No, thank you. I have an inveterate aversion to the whole tribe. I've
often thanked heaven that I had but one sister, and she a spoiled child,
so that I have escaped the infliction of a governess so long."
"How will you bear it now?" asked Lucia.
"Leave the house while she is in it."
"No, you won't. You're too lazy, Gerald," called out a younger and more
energetic man, from the recess where he stood teasing his dogs.
"I'll give her a three days' trial; if she proves endurable I shall not
disturb myself; if, as I am sure, she is a bore, I'm off anywhere,
anywhere out of her way."
"I beg you won't talk in that depressing manner, boys. I dread the
coming of a stranger more than you possibly can, but Bella _must_ not be
neglected; so I have nerved myself to endure this woman, and Lucia is
good enough to say she will attend to her after tonight."
"Don't be troubled, Mamma. She is a nice person, I dare say, and when
once we are used to her, I've no doubt we shall be glad to have her,
it's so dull here just now. Lady Sydney said she was a quiet,
accomplished, amiable girl
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ZANE GREY
The Last Trail
MCMIX
CHAPTER I
Twilight of a certain summer day, many years ago, shaded softly down
over the wild Ohio valley bringing keen anxiety to a traveler on the
lonely river trail. He had expected to reach Fort Henry with his party
on this night, thus putting a welcome end to the long, rough,
hazardous journey through the wilderness; but the swift, on-coming
dusk made it imperative to halt. The narrow, forest-skirted trail,
difficult to follow in broad daylight, apparently led into gloomy
aisles in the woods. His guide had abandoned him that morning, making
excuse that his services were no longer needed; his teamster was new
to the frontier, and, altogether, the situation caused him much
uneasiness.
"I wouldn't so much mind another night in camp, if the guide had not
left us," he said in a low tone to the teamster.
That worthy shook his shaggy head, and growled while he began
unhitching the horses.
"Uncle," said a young man, who had clambered out from the wagon, "we
must be within a few miles of Fort Henry."
"How d'ye know we're near the fort?" interrupted the teamster, "or
safe, either, fer thet matter? I don't know this country."
"The guide assured me we could easily make Fort Henry by sundown."
"Thet guide! I tell ye, Mr. Sheppard----"
"Not so loud. Do not alarm my daughter," cautioned the man who had
been called Sheppard.
"Did ye notice anythin' queer about thet guide?" asked the teamster,
lowering his voice. "Did ye see how oneasy he was last night? Did it
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RICHARD DARE'S VENTURE
OR
STRIKING OUT FOR HIMSELF
BY EDWARD STRATEMEYER
Author of Oliver Bright's Search, To Alaska For Gold,
The Last Cruise Of The Spitfire, Shorthand Tom, Etc.
PREFACE TO THE REVISED EDITION.
"Richard Dare's Venture," although a complete story in itself, forms
the initial volume of the "Bound to Succeed" Series, a line of books
written primarily for boys, but which it would seem not only girls but
also persons of mature age have taken up with more or less interest.
The story relates the adventures of a country youth who comes to New
York to seek his fortune, just as many country lads have done
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TOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERS
or The Secret of Phantom Mountain
By Victor Appleton
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I A SUSPICIOUS JEWELER
II A MIDNIGHT VISIT
III A STRANGE STORY
IV ANDY FOGER GETS A FRIGHT
V A MYSTERIOUS MAN
VI MR. DAMON IS ON HAND
VII MR. PARKER PREDICTS
VIII OFF FOR THE WEST
IX A WARNING BY WIRELESS
X DROPPING THE STOWAWAY
XI A WEARY SEARCH
XII THE GREAT STONE HEAD
XIII ON PHANTOM MOUNTAIN
XIV WARNED BACK
XV THE LANDSLIDE
XVI THE VAST CAVERN
XVII
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[Illustration: Birds in Winter]
The
“LOOK ABOUT YOU”
Nature Study Books
BY
THOMAS W. HOARE
TEACHER OF NATURE STUDY
to the Falkirk School Board and Stirlingshire County Council
BOOK III.
[Illustration: Publisher’s Logo]
LONDON: T. C. & E. C. JACK
16 HENRIETTA STREET, W.C.
AND EDINBURGH
_Printed by M‘Farlane & Erskine, Edinburgh._
PREFACE.
This little book should be used as a simple guide to the practical study
of Nature rather than as a mere reader.
Every lesson herein set down has, during the author’s many years’
experience
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* * * * *
In this text [gh] represents the Middle English letter "yogh", which
appears similar to the numeral 3. [=a] signifies "a macron", and so forth.
* * * * *
CHAUCERIAN
AND OTHER PIECES
_EDITED, FROM NUMEROUS MANUSCRIPTS_
BY THE REV.
WALTER W. SKEAT, LITT.D., D.C.L., LL.D., PH.D.
ELRINGTON AND BOSWORTH PROFESSOR OF ANGLO-SAXON
AND FELLOW OF CHRIST'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE
BEING A SUPPLEMENT TO THE
COMPLETE WORKS OF GEOFFREY CHAUCER
(OXFORD, IN SIX VOLUMES, 1894)
* * *
* * * *
'And yit ye shul han better loos,
Right in dispyt of alle your foos,
Than worthy is; and that anoon.'
_Hous of Fame, 1667-9._
Oxford
AT THE CLARENDON PRESS
M DCCC XCVII
* * * * *
Oxford
PRINTED AT THE CLARENDON PRESS
BY HORACE HART, M.A.,
PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY
* * * * *
CONTENTS.
INTRODUCTION.--Sec. 1. Works appended to those of Chaucer in various
editions. Sec. 2. Thynne's collection in 1532. _A Praise of Women._
_The Lamentation of Mary Magdalen._ _The Remedy of Love._ Sec. 3. Other
non-Chaucerian pieces. _The Craft of Lovers._ _A Balade._ _The Ten
Commandments of Love._ _The Nine Ladies Worthy._ _Virelai._ _The
Judgement of Paris._ _A Balade pleasaunte._ _Another Balade._ _The
Court of Love._ Sec. 4. Additions by Speght. _Chaucer's Dream._ _Eight
Goodly Questions._ Sec. 5. Editions and MSS. consulted. Sec. 6.
Authorities for the pieces here printed. Sec. 7. I. THE TESTAMENT OF
LOVE. Sec. 8. The acrostic found in it. Name of the author. Sec. 9. Fate
of Thomas Usk. Sec. 10. Idea of the work. Sec. 11. The author's
plagiarisms from Chaucer. Sec. 12. How he stole a passage from The
House of Fame. Sec. 13. Borrowings from Troilus and Piers Plowman.
Sec. 14. The author's inaccuracies. Sec. 15. The title; and the meaning
of Margaret. Sec. 16. Plan of the work. Sec. 17. Outline of Book I. Sec. 18.
Outline of Book II. Sec. 19. Outline of Book III. Sec. 20. II. THE
PLOWMANS TALE. Sec. 21. Never supposed to be Chaucer's. Sec. 22. Written
by the author of The Ploughmans Crede. Sec. 23. III. JACK UPLAND. Sec. 24.
Date, A.D. 1402. Sec. 25. Traces of two texts. Sec. 26. Not originally
written in alliterative verse. Sec. 27. IV. THE PRAISE OF PEACE. By John
Gower. Sec. 28. The Trentham MS. Sec. 29. Date, A.D. 1399. Sec. 30. V. THE
LETTER OF CUPID. By Thomas Hoccleve. Sec. 31. VI. TWO BALADES. By Thomas
Hoccleve. Sec. 32. VII. A MORAL BALADE. By Henry Scogan. Date, about
1407. Sec. 33. The supper at the Vintry. Sec. 34. VIII. THE COMPLAINT OF
THE BLACK KNIGHT. By John Lydgate. Sec. 35. His quotations from Chaucer's
version of the Romaunt of the Rose. Date, about 1402. Sec. 36. IX. THE
FLOUR OF CURTESYE. By John Lydgate. Date, about 1401. Sec. 37. X. A BALADE
IN COMMENDATION OF OUR LADY. By John Lydgate. Sec. 38. A new stanza and
a new MS. Sec. 39. XI. TO MY SOVERAIN LADY. By John Lydgate. Sec. 40. XII.
BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL. By John Lydgate. Sec. 41. XIII. BEWARE OF
DOUBLENESS. By John Lydgate. Sec. 42. XIV. A BALADE: WARNING MEN, &c.
By John Lydgate. Sec. 43. XV. THREE SAYINGS. By John Lydgate. Sec. 44. XVI.
LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCY. By Sir Richard Ros. Date, about 1460.
Sec. 45. Apparently in the Leicestershire dialect. Sec. 46. Alan Chartier.
Sec. 47. Thynne's text and the MSS. Sec. 48. XVII. THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID.
By Robert Henryson. Date, about 1460. Sec. 49. XVIII. THE CUCKOO AND THE
NIGHTING
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HISTORY OF FRIEDRICH II OF PRUSSIA
FREDERICK THE GREAT
By Thomas Carlyle
Volume X.
BOOK X. -- AT REINSBERG. - 1736-1740.
Chapter I. -- MANSION OF REINSBERG.
On the Crown-Prince's Marriage, three years ago, when the AMT or
Government-District RUPPIN, with its incomings, was assigned to him for
revenue, we heard withal of a residence getting ready. Hint had fallen
from the Prince, that Reinsberg, an old Country-seat, standing with
its Domain round it in that little Territory of Ruppin, and probably
purchasable as was understood, might be pleasant, were it once his
and well put in repair. Which hint the kind paternal Majesty instantly
proceeded to act upon. He straightway gave orders for the purchase of
Reinsberg; concluded said purchase, on fair terms, after some months'
bargaining; [23d October, 1733, order given,--16th March, 1734, purchase
completed (Preuss, i. 75).]--and set his best Architect, one Kemeter,
to work, in concert with the Crown-Prince, to new-build and enlarge
the decayed Schloss of Reinsberg into such a Mansion as the young Royal
Highness and his Wife would like.
Kemeter has been busy, all this while; a solid, elegant, yet frugal
builder: and now the main body of the Mansion is complete, or nearly so,
the wings and adjuncts going steadily forward; Mansion so far ready that
the Royal Highnesses can take up their abode in it. Which they do, this
Autumn, 1736; and fairly commence Joint Housekeeping, in a permanent
manner. Hitherto it has been intermittent only: hitherto the
Crown-Princess has resided in their Berlin Mansion, or in her own
Country-house at Schonhausen; Husband not habitually with her, except
when on leave of absence from Ruppin, in Carnival time or for shorter
periods. At Ruppin his life has been rather that of a bachelor, or
husband abroad on business; up to this time. But now at Reinsberg they
do kindle the sacred hearth together; "6th August, 1736," the date of
that important event. They have got their Court about them, dames and
cavaliers more than we expected; they have arranged the furnitures of
their existence here on fit scale, and set up their Lares and Penates
on a thrifty footing. Majesty and Queen come out on a visit to them next
month; [4th September, 1736 (Ib.).]--raising the sacred hearth into its
first considerable blaze, and crowning the operation in a human manner.
And so there has a new epoch arisen for the Crown-Prince and his
Consort. A new, and much-improved one. It lasted into the fourth year;
rather improving all the way: and only Kingship, which, if a higher
sphere, was a far less pleasant one, put an end to it. Friedrich's
happiest time was this at Reinsberg; the little Four Years of Hope,
Composure, realizable Idealism: an actual snatch of something like the
Idyllic, appointed him in a life-pilgrimage consisting otherwise of
realisms oftenest contradictory enough, and sometimes of very grim
complexion. He is master of his work, he is adjusted to the practical
conditions set him; conditions once complied with, daily work done,
he lives to the Muses, to the spiritual improvements, to the social
enjoyments; and has, though not without flaws of ill-weather,--from
the Tobacco-Parliament perhaps rather less than formerly, and from
the Finance-quarter perhaps rather more,--a sunny time. His innocent
insipidity of a Wife, too, appears to have been happy. She had the
charm of youth, of good looks; a wholesome perfect loyalty of character
withal; and did not "take to pouting," as was once apprehended of
her, but pleasantly gave and received of what was going. This poor
Crown-Princess, afterwards Queen, has been heard, in her old age,
reverting, in a touching transient way, to the glad days she had at
Reinsberg. Complaint openly was never heard from her, in any kind of
days; but these doubtless were the best of her life.
Reinsberg, we said, is in the AMT Ruppin; naturally under the
Crown-Prince's government at present: the little Town or Village of
Reinsberg stands about, ten miles north of the Town Ruppin;--not quite
a third-part as big as Ruppin is in our time, and much more pleasantly
situated. The country about is of comfortable, not unpicturesque
character; to be distinguished almost as beautiful, in that region
of sand and moor. Lakes
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MIRK ABBEY,
By James Payn
The Author of “Lost Sir Massengberd;” “the Clyffards Of Glyffe;”
etc., etc.
In Three Volumes. Vol. I.
London: Hurst And Blackett, Publishers,
1866.
TO
Charles Dickens,
This Book Is, By Permission,
Cordially dedicated.
CHAPTER I. IN MY LADY'S CHAMBER.
|IT is an hour short of midnight, and the depth of winter. The morrow is
Christmas Day. Mirk Abbey bears snow everywhere; inches thick upon its
huge broad coping-stones; much even on its sloping roof, save on the
side where the north wind makes fitful rushes, and, wolf-like, tears and
worries the white fleeces. Mirk woods sway mournfully their naked arms,
and grind and moan without; the ivy taps unceasingly against the pane,
as though entreating shelter.
The whole earth lies cold and dead beneath its snow-shroud, and yet the
snow falls and falls, flake by flake, soft and noiseless in its white
malice, like a woman's hate upon her rival.
It hides the stars, it dims the moon, it dulls the murmur of the river
to which the Park <DW72>s down, and whose voice the frost has striven in
vain to hush these three weeks. Only the Christmas-bells are heard,
now faint, now full--that sound more laden with divine regret than
any other that falls on human ear. Like one who, spurring from the
battle-field, proclaims “The fight is ours, but our great chief is
slain!” there is sorrow in that message of good tidings; and not only
for pious Christian folk; in every bosom it stirs some sleeping memory,
and reminds it of the days that are no more. No wonder, then, that such
music should touch my Lady's heart--the widowed mistress of Mirk
Abbey. Those Christmas-bells which are also wedding-bells, remind her
doubtless of the hour when Sir Robert lifted her lace-veil aside, and
kissed her brow before all the people in the little church by the sea,
and called her for the first time his Wife. He will never do so more. He
has been dead for years. But what of that? Our dead are with us still.
Our acts, our dealings with the world, form but a portion of our lives;
our thoughts still dwell with those dear ones who have gone home before
us, and in our dreams they still are our companions. My Lady is not
alone in her private chamber, although no human being is there besides
herself. Her eyes are fixed upon the fire, and in its flame she sees a
once-loved face invisible to others, whose smile has power to move her
even to tears. How foolish are those who ascribe romance to Youth alone
--to Youth, that has scarcely learned to love, far less to lose! My Lady
is five-and-forty at the least, although still comely; and yet there are
memories at work within that broad white brow, which, for interest and
pathos, outweigh the fancies of a score of girls. Even so far as we--the
world--are acquainted with her past, it is a strange one, and may well
give her that thoughtful air.
Lady Lisgard, of Mirk Abbey, has looked at life from a far other
station than that which she now occupies. When a man of fortune does not
materially increase his property by marriage, we call the lady of his
choice, although she may have a few thousand pounds of her own, “a
girl without a sixpence.” But Sir Robert Lisgard did literally make
a match of this impecunious sort. Moreover, he married a very
“unsuitable young person;” by which expression you will understand
that he was blamed, not for choosing a bride very much junior to
himself, but for not selecting her from the proper circles. When
accidentally interrogated by blundering folks respecting her ancestry,
the baronet used good-humouredly to remark, that his wife was the
daughter of
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THE RED-HEADED MAN
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
CLAUDE DUVAL OF '95
_A ROMANCE OF THE ROAD_
Some Press Opinions
Athenæm.--"The book is cleverly written and will interest the reader
who can forget its impossibilities."
Academy.--"The book is a story of modern highway robbery by a lady
instead of a gentleman of the road."
Scotsman.--"A capital story of mystery, and unravelled with an
entertaining thought."
Pall Mall Gazette.--"Mr. Fergus Hume has shown his wonted skill in
steering his reader plausibly through the pitfalls of a tangled plot
in his 'Claude Duval of Ninety-Five.' The conception of a mounted and
masked highwayman in our own day is daring and original and is worked
out with great ingenuity."
Daily Graphic.--"Mr. Fergus Hume starts with a good idea in his tale
of a modern highwayman and he has crowded a variety of incidents into
the pages of his book. The story opens dramatically and with some
novelty."
Whitehall Review.--"A rattling romance of the road, well written, well
conceived and capitally told. The present book is one of absorbing
interest and it is impossible to put it aside until the last line is
reached."
Black and White.--"There is abundant action and a well-sustained
mystery in Mr. Fergus Hume's 'Claude Duval of '95."
Morning Post.--"Less characteristic than the majority of Mr. Hume's
stories this 'Romance of the Road' is one of the most entertaining
among them."
Gentlewoman.--"Mr. Hume's latest contribution to fiction 'Claude Duval
of Ninety-Five' is a good honest tale of adventure which you cannot
easily put by when you take it up."
Westminster Gazette.--"'Claude Duval of '95' is an excellent story."
Manchester Guardian.--"A female highwayman is a somewhat daring
variety in fiction of which crime and audacity is the chief merit of
Mr. Fergus Hume's latest work. Mr. Hume is a clever writer in a very
fertile vein."
Literary World.--"In 'Claude Duval of Ninety-Five' we have a
recendesence of highway robbery very skilfully contrived."
Weekly Sun.--"The plot is very cleverly worked out. The book is to be
heartily commended as one of its author's masterpieces."
Literature.--"The story is novel, and is worked out into a present day
environment with real dexterity."
Yorkshire Post.--"An entertaining romance which should agree with the
prevailing mood of the libraries."
Observer.--"Mr. Hume's story will rank among the best of its type."
DIGBY, LONG & CO., PUBLISHERS, LONDON.
THE RED-HEADED MAN
BY
FERGUS HUME
AUTHOR OF
"_The Mystery of a Hansom Cab_," "_Claude Duval of '95_,"
"_A Masquerade Mystery_," "_The Rainbow Feather_," _etc._
London
DIGBY, LONG & CO.
18 Bouverie Street, Fleet Street, E.C.
1899
CONTENTS
CHAP.
I. AN EXTRAORDINARY CRIME
II. THE BLONDE LADY
III. MR. TORRY'S THEORY
IV. THE DEAD MAN'S NAME
V. "DE MORTIUS NIL NISI BONUM"
VI. THE SECRETARY
VII. EVIDENCE AT THE INQUEST
VIII. THE ROBBERY
IX. CAPTAIN MANUEL
X. DONNA MARIA
XI. UNEXPECTED EVIDENCE
XII. A CHANCE MEETING
XIII. A SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
XIV. THE SECRET SOCIETY
XV. A WOMAN SCORNED
XVI. THE TURQUOISE RING
XVII. MORE MYSTERIES
XVIII. A STRANGE OCCURRENCE
XIX. ANOTHER PUZZLE
XX. THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS
XXI. DONNA MARIA EXPLAINS
XXII. THE LOCKET
XXIII. A CONFESSION
XXIV. A QUEER MESSAGE
XXV. THE MEETING IN HYDE PARK
XXVI. CONCLUSION
THE RED-HEADED MAN
CHAPTER I
AN EXTRAORDINARY CRIME
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good looks, and a comfortable income of five hundred a year. Also by
way of employing his spare time, he was a realistic novelist of a
particularly new school, founded on the axiom that fact invariably
poaches on the domain of fiction
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THE MYSTERY OF THE LOST DAUPHIN
(Louis XVII)
by
EMILIA PARDO BAZAN
Translated from the Spanish by Annabel Hord Seeger
Frontispiece Illustration by Raphael Bode
Funk & Wagnalls Company
New York and London
1906
[Illustration: "When the world salutes me King, I will admit I am your
brother."]
EMILIA PARDO BAZAN
While Provencal literature blossomed in chivalric splendor along the
northern shore of the Mediterranean and rare pastoral music in madrigals
and roundelays rang through France and Italy, there sounded from the
sea-girt province of Galicia wonderful songs which rivalled the sweetest
strains of the troubadours, making kings to weep and warriors to smile,
thrilling, by their wit and pathos and lyrical beauty, the brilliant
courts of Castile and Leon.
It is an ethnographical phenomenon that, in Great Britain, France and
Spain, the Celt has been pushed to the northwest. Galicia corresponds in
position to Brittany and her people are characterized by the powerful
imagination, infinite delicacy, concentration of feeling and devotion to
nature which are the salient attributes of Gaelic and Cymric genius.
The Modern Literary Renaissance of Galicia, a superb outburst of
Gallegan exuberance, has a noble and eloquent exponent in Emilia Pardo
Bazan, gifted child of this poetic soil.
Senora Pardo Bazan has been called the creator and protagonist of
Spanish Realism. It has been claimed that she bears to Spain such a
relation as Turgenieff to Russia and Zola to France. She herself says
somewhere that she is skeptical regarding the existence of Realistic,
Idealistic and Romantic writers, averring, in her trenchant style, that
authors constitute but two classes, _good_ and _poor_. "Certain critics
would affirm," she remarks, "that, as simple as the cleaving in twain of
an orange is the operation of separating writers into Realistic and
Idealistic camps."
One biographer claims that our author sacrifices sex to art and that the
result warrants the sacrifice. I would insist that 'tis a lady's hand
wielding the mailed gauntlet and that reading Pardo Bazan helps one to
understand why Great Brahm is described as partaking of the feminine
principle.
Castelar has remarked that: "In Belles Lettres we have the illustrious
Celt, Emilia Pardo Bazan, whom, living, we count among the immortals,
and whose works, though of yesterday, are already denominated Spanish
classics." Garcia, in his History of Spanish Literature, calls her the
Spanish de Stael. Rollo Ogden writes: "No masculine pen promises more
than that of Pardo Bazan. Her equipment is admirable; it is based on
exhaustive historical and philosophical studies, from which she passed
on to the novel. In this transition does she resemble George Eliot,
whom, however, she surpasses in many respects."
G. Cunninghame Graham remarks: "We have not in England, no, nor in
Europe, so illustrious a woman in letters as Pardo Bazan." Goran
Bjorkman declares that "Among Spanish writers, Pardo Bazan most resemble
Turgenieff, excelling him, however, in the sane gayety of her
temperament."
Senora Pardo Bazan is descended from a noble and illustrious family, in
whose genealogy Victor Hugo sought the characters of his Ruy Blas. An
only daughter, her childhood was passed amid her father's extensive
library. When scarcely sixteen she was married to the scholarly
gentleman, Don Jose Quiroga. Several subsequent years were occupied in
European travels and study, at the conclusion of which she consecrated
herself to the literary labors which have yielded so rich a harvest. To
enumerate these masterpieces of contemporaneous Spanish letters would be
superfluous. They have been translated into every European tongue.
Dona Emilia, as she is affectionately called by the Spanish people,
passes her winters in Madrid, her salon being the rendezvous of the
literary, political and diplomatic world. The author smacks not of the
bas bleu; she is a simple woman in the truest sense of the word, and a
regal grande dame as well.
Annabel Hord Seeger.
A GREAT GRANDSON OF LOUIS XVI
Over one hundred and thirteen years ago, in Paris, at ten in the morning
of the twenty-first day of January, seventeen
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THE NINE-TENTHS
BY JAMES OPPENHEIM
1911
TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER
CONTENTS
PART I--THE DREAM
I. THE PRINTERY
II. THE EAST EIGHTY-FIRST STREET FIRE
III. THE GOOD PEOPLE
IV. GOLDEN OCTOBER
V. MYRA AND JOE
VI. MARTY BRIGGS
VII. LAST OF JOE BLAINE AND HIS MEN
VIII. THE WIND IN THE OAKS
PART II--THE TEST
I. BEGINNINGS
II. THE NINE-TENTHS
III. OTHERS: AND SALLY HEFFER
IV. OTHERS: AND THEODORE MARRIN
V. FORTY-FIVE TREACHEROUS MEN
VI. A FIGHT IN GOOD EARNEST
V
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[Illustration: Book Cover]
[Illustration: "COME RIGHT UP"--Page 47]
PEEPS AT
PEOPLE
_Being Certain Papers
from the Writings of_
ANNE WARRINGTON
WITHERUP. _Collected, by_
JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
_With Illustrations by_
EDWARD PENFIELD
[Illustration]
NEW YORK AND LONDON
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
1899
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
* * * * *
GHOSTS I HAVE MET, AND SOME OTHERS. With Illustrations by NEWELL, FROST,
and RICHARDS. 16mo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.25.
PASTE JEWELS. Being Seven Tales of Domestic Woe. 16mo, Cloth,
Ornamental, $1.00.
THE PURSUIT OF THE HOUSE BOAT. Being Some Further Account of the Doings
of the Associated Shades, under the Leadership of Sherlock Holmes, Esq.
Illustrated by PETER NEWELL. 16mo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.25.
A HOUSE-BOAT ON THE STYX. Being Some Account of the Divers Doings of the
Associated Shades. Illustrated by PETER NEWELL. 16mo, Cloth, Ornamental,
$1.25.
THE BICYCLERS, AND THREE OTHER FARCES. Illustrated. 16mo, Cloth,
Ornamental, $1.25.
A REBELLIOUS HEROINE. A Story. Illustrated by W. T. SMEDLEY. 16mo,
Cloth, Ornamental, Uncut Edges, $1.25.
MR. BONAPARTE OF CORSICA. Illustrated by H. W. MCVICKAR. 16mo, Cloth,
Ornamental, $1.25.
THE WATER GHOST, AND OTHERS. Illustrated. 16mo, Cloth, Ornamental,
$1.25.
THE IDIOT. Illustrated. 16mo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.00.
THREE WEEKS IN POLITICS. Illustrated. 32mo, Cloth, Ornamental, 50 cents.
COFFEE AND REPARTEE. Illustrated. 32mo, Cloth, Ornamental, 50 cents.
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HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS.
* * * * *
Copyright, 1898, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
CONTENTS
PAGE
NANSEN 3
MR. HALL CAINE 17
EMPEROR WILLIAM 33
MR. ALFRED AUSTIN 45
ANDREW LANG 59
ZOLA 75
SIR HENRY IRVING 89
IAN MACLAREN 107
RUDYARD KIPLING 123
THE DE RESZKES 139
HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ 155
GENERAL WEYLER 171
ILLUSTRATIONS
"COME RIGHT UP" _Frontispiece_
"I BOARDED A PJINE RJAFT" _Facing p._ 6
"'MR. NANSEN?' SAID I" 8
"DINED WITH THE CABINET" 12
"'IS THIS GLOOMSTER ABBEY?' I ASKED" 18
HE APPEARED! 20
IN THE WORKSHOP 22
EXAMINING HIMSELF 36
THE IMPERIAL BAND 40
"'WE ARE HAVING OUR PORTRAITS PAINTED'" 42
"'A BEAUTIFUL WORKSHOP,' SAID I" 50
CONSULTING HIS CHINOMETER 54
TRADE-MARK. NONE GENUINE WITHOUT IT 60
IN THE MEREDITH SHOP 66
EDITING "HERRICK" 68
SEEKING ZOLA 76
CONSULTING "LA PATRIE" 78
"'SAVE ME!' SHE CRIED" 80
"I SAT QUIETLY IN THE BOX" 94
"'SEND THE PROPERTY-MAN HERE!' HE CRIED" 98
"'IT WAS ALL ARRANGED BEFOREHAND, MISS'" 102
DRESSED FOR THE PART 110
THE PURSUIT 112
AT HOME 116
INTERCEPTED THE STEAMER 124
ON THE LANYARD DECK 126
"HE WAS ERECTING A GRAND-STAND" 134
IT WAS A SUPERB BUILDING 142
READY FOR THE STORM 146
MELBA, THE DAIRY-MAID 148
ASKED A POLICEMAN 160
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THE TRUANTS
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
THE FOUR FEATHERS.
CLEMENTINA.
MIRANDA OF THE BALCONY.
THE WATCHERS.
THE COURTSHIP OF MORRICE BUCKLER.
THE PHILANDERERS.
LAWRENCE CLAVERING.
ENSIGN KNIGHTLEY, AND OTHER STORIES.
THE TRUANTS
BY
A. E. W. MASON
AUTHOR OF
"THE FOUR FEATHERS," "MIRANDA OF THE BALCONY,"
ETC., ETC.
LONDON
SMITH, ELDER & CO., 15, WATERLOO PLACE
1904
(_All rights reserved_)
PRINTED BY
WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED,
LONDON AND BECCLES.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. Pamela Mardale learns a very little History.
II. Pamela looks on.
III. The Truants.
IV. Tony Stretton makes a Proposal.
V. Pamela makes a Promise.
VI. News of Tony.
VII. The Lady on the Stairs.
VIII. Gideon's Fleece.
IX. The New Road.
X. Mr. Chase.
XI. On the Dogger Bank.
XII. Tony's Inspiration.
XIII. Tony Stretton returns to Stepney.
XIV. Tony Stretton pays a Visit to Berkeley Square.
XV. Mr. Mudge comes to the Rescue.
XVI. The Foreign Legion.
XVII. Callon leaves England.
XVIII. South of Ouargla.
XIX. The Turnpike Gate.
XX. Mr. Chase does not answer.
XXI. Callon redivivus.
XXII. Mr. Mudge's Confession.
XXIII. Roquebrune Re
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[Illustration: The Purple Cow!]
Published by William Doxey, at the Sign of the Lark, San Francisco.
Copyright.
The Lark Book I., Nos. 1-12, with Table of Contents and Press Comments;
bound in canvas, with a cover design (The Piping Faun) by Bruce Porter,
painted in three colors. Price, 3.00, post-paid.
[Illustration: _THE LARK_
_Book 1 Nos. 1-12_]
_NOTES ON THE BIRTH OF THE LARK_
_Boston Herald._--"The pictures and rhymes in _The Lark_ rank with
the most remarkable things done for children since the days of Mother
Goose."
_Boston Budget._--"_The Lark_ is a reaction against the decadent spirit.
It is blithe, happy, full of the joy of life and the Greek within us--a
herald of the dawn of the new century."
_Boston Commonwealth._--"Everything in _The Lark_ is clever--some, we
may be permitted to add, cleverer than the rest."
_New York Critic._--"The faddists have produced some extraordinary
things in the way of literature, but nothing more freakish has made its
appearance in the last half-century than _The Lark_."
_New York Tribune._--"It is perhaps one-fourth a monthly periodical and
three-fourths an escapade. _The Lark_ ought really to be called 'The
Goose.'"
_New York Herald._--"The current number of _The L
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CHATHAM
HIS EARLY LIFE AND CONNECTIONS
CHATHAM
His Early Life and Connections
BY
LORD ROSEBERY
LONDON
ARTHUR L. HUMPHREYS
187 PICCADILLY, W
1910
Second Impression.
_To_
BEVILL FORTESCUE
OF DROPMORE AND BOCONNOC,
THIS BOOK, WHICH OWES EVERYTHING TO HIM,
IS
GRATEFULLY DEDICATED.
PREFACE
My first words of preface must be of excuse for some apparent lack of
gratitude in my dedication. For besides my debt to Mr. Fortescue, I owe
my warmest acknowledgments to Mary, Lady Il
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AMARILLY OF CLOTHES-LINE ALLEY
BY BELLE K. MANIATES
AUTHOR OF DAVID DUNNE.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. HENRY
1915
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
He was gazing into her intent eyes with a look of adoration
"You may all," she directed, "look at Amarilly's work"
To-night he found himself less able than usual to cope with her caprices
"Be nice to Mr. St. John!" whispered the little peacemaker
[Illustration: He was gazing into her intent eyes with a look of
adoration]
AMARILLY OF CLOTHES-LINE ALLEY
CHAPTER I
The tiny, trivial touch of Destiny that caused the turn in Amarilly's
fate-tide came one morning when, in her capacity as assistant to the
scrub ladies at the Barlow Stock Theatre, she viewed for the first time
the dress rehearsal of _A Terrible Trial_. Heretofore the patient little
plodder had found in her occupation only the sordid satisfaction of
drawing her wages, but now the resplendent costumes, the tragedy in the
gestures of the villain, the languid grace of Lord Algernon, and the
haughty treble of the leading lady struck the spark that fired ambition
in her sluggish breast.
"Oh!" she gasped in wistful-voiced soliloquy, as she leaned against her
mop-stick and gazed aspiringly at the stage, "I wonder if I couldn't
rise!"
"Sure thing, you kin!" derisively assured Pete Noyes, vender of gum at
matinees. "I'll speak to de maniger. Mebby he'll let youse scrub de
galleries."
Amarilly, case-hardened against raillery by reason of the possession of
a multitude of young brothers, paid no heed to the bantering scoffer,
but resumed her work in dogged dejection.
"Say, Mr. Vedder, Amarilly's stage-struck!" called Pete to the ticket-
seller, who chanced to be passing.
The gray eyes of the young man thus addressed softened as he looked at
the small, eager face of the youngest scrubber.
"Stop at the office on your way out, Amarilly," he said kindly, "and
I'll give you a pass to the matinee this afternoon."
Amarilly's young heart fluttered wildly and sent a wave of pink into her
pale cheeks as she voiced her gratitude.
She was the first to enter when the doors opened that afternoon, and she
kept close to the heels of the usher.
"He ain't agoin' to give me the slip," she thought, keeping wary watch
of his lithe form as he slid down the aisle.
In the blaze of light and blare of instruments she scarcely recognized
her workaday environment.
"House sold out!" she muttered with professional pride and enthusiasm as
the signal for the raising of the curtain was given. "Mebby I'd orter
give up my seat so as they could sell it."
There was a moment's conflict between the little scrubber's conscience
and her newly awakened desires.
"I ain't agoin' to, though," she decided. And having so determined, she
gave her conscience a shove to the remotest background, yielding herself
to the full enjoyment of the play.
The rehearsal had been inspiring and awakening, but this, "the real
thing," as Amarilly appraised it, bore her into a land of enchantment.
She was blind and deaf to everything except the scenes enacted on the
stage. Only once was her passionate attention distracted, and that was
when Pete in passing gave her an emphatic nudge and a friendly grin as
he munificently bestowed upon her a package of gum. This she instantly
pocketed "fer the chillern."
At the close of the performance Amarilly sailed home on waves of
excitement. She was the eldest of the House of Jenkins, whose scions,
numbering eight, were all wage-earners save Iry, the baby. After school
hours Flamingus was a district messenger, Gus milked the grocer's cow,
Milton worked in a shoe-shining establishment, Bobby and Bud had paper
routes, while Cory, commonly called "Co," wiped dishes at a boarding-
house. Notwithstanding all these contributions to the family revenue, it
became a sore struggle for the widow of Americanus Jenkins to feed and
clothe such a numerous brood, so she sought further means of
maintenance.
"I've took a boarder!" she announced solemnly to Amarilly on her return
from the theatre. "He's a switchman and I'm agoin' to fix up the attic
fer him. I don't jest see how we air agoin' to manage about feedin
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The Cambridge Manuals of Science and Literature
THE FLEA
CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS
London: FETTER LANE, E.C.
C. F. CLAY, MANAGER
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Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET
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[Illustration:
_After a drawing by Dr Jordan_
Oriental rat-flea (_Xenopsylla cheopis_ Rothsch.). Male.]
[Illustration; DECORATED FRONT PAGE:
THE FLEA
BY
HAROLD RUSSELL,
B.A., F.Z.S., M.B.O.U.
With nine illustrations
Cambridge:
at the University Press
1913]
Cambridge
PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A.
AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS
_With the exception of the coat of arms at the foot, the design on
the title page is a reproduction of one used by the earliest known
Cambridge printer, John Siberch, 1521_
PREFACE
THE aim of this book is to give in plain language some account of a
small, but noteworthy, group of insects. I have avoided, whenever I
could, using the technical terms of zoology. To avoid doing so entirely
is impossible in a book which describes insects in some detail. No
technical term has, I hope, been used without an explanation.
Over thirty years have elapsed since Taschenberg’s German book, _Die
Flöhe_, appeared. Our knowledge has made enormous strides since then.
More species of flea are now known from the British Islands alone
than were then known from the whole world. So far as I am aware, no
book, devoted to what is known about fleas, has ever been published in
English. The statements about these insects in the general text-books
of entomology are frequently antiquated and inaccurate. But there is
a fairly extensive literature on the _Siphonaptera_ scattered through
scientific periodicals mostly in English, German, Italian, Dutch and
Russian. I have given some references in the Bibliography.
The naturalists now living who have devoted any time to the special
study of fleas may almost be counted on one’s fingers. In England there
are Mr Charles Rothschild and Dr Jordan; in the Shetland Islands, the
Rev. James Waterston; in Germany, Taschenberg of Halle and Dampf of
Königsberg; in Russia, Wagner of Kieff; in Holland, Oudemans of Arnhem;
in Italy, Tiraboschi of Rome; in the United States, Carl Baker and a
few others. I have not mentioned medical men who have investigated
fleas in connection with plague.
There are small collections of fleas in the Natural History Museums at
South Kensington (London), Paris, Berlin, Königsberg, Vienna, Budapest,
S. Petersburg and Washington. Of private collections Mr Charles
Rothschild’s at Tring is by far the best in the world. It contains
something like a hundred thousand specimens and is most admirably kept.
I must express profound and sincere gratitude to Mr Rothschild for
having helped me in numberless ways and advised me in many difficulties.
It is well known that the mere mention of fleas is not only considered
a subject for merriment, but in some people produces, by subjective
suggestion, violent irritation of the skin. The scientific study
of fleas has, however, received a great impetus since it has been
ascertained that they are the active agents in spreading plague.
Rat-fleas are of various kinds, and not all fleas will bite man. A
knowledge of the different species has suddenly become useful. The
humble, but ridiculous, systematist with his glass tubes of alcohol for
collecting fleas, his microscopic distinctions, and Latin nomenclature
has become a benefactor of humanity. Some people seem to be practically
immune to the bites of fleas, but even to such persons their visits are
unwelcome. A famous Frenchwoman once declared: “_Quant à moi ce n’est
pas la morsure, c’est la promenade._”
H. R.
LONDON,
_September, 1913_.
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
Preface v
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The Black Patch
By the same Author
THE SILENT HOUSE IN PIMLICO
THE CRIMSON CRYPTOGRAM
THE BISHOP'S SECRET
THE JADE EYE
THE TURNPIKE HOUSE
A TRAITOR IN LONDON
THE GOLDEN WANG-HO
WOMAN THE SPHINX
THE SECRET PASSAGE
THE LONELY CHURCH
THE OPAL SERPENT
THE SILVER BULLET
JOHN LONG, Publisher, London
The Black Patch
By
Fergus Hume
Author of "The Mystery of a Hansom Cab," etc.
London
John Long
13 and 14 Norris Street, Haymarket
[All rights reserved]
First Published in 1906
CONTENTS
CHAP.
1.
IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN.
2.
THE HINTS OF DURBAN.
3.
MR. ALPENNY'S PROPOSAL.
4.
SEEN IN THE LIGHTNING.
5.
MRS. SNOW'S DISCOVERY.
6.
THE INQUEST.
7.
THE INQUEST--continued.
8.
THE WILL.
9.
LADY WATSON.
10.
MRS. LILLY'S STORY.
11.
MAJOR RUCK.
12.
VIVIAN EXPLAINS.
13.
THE EX-BUTLER.
14.
MRS. SNOW'S PAST.
15.
A CURIOUS COINCIDENCE.
16.
AN INTERRUPTION.
17.
A STORY OF THE PAST.
18.
WHAT ORCHARD KNEW.
19.
DURBAN SPEAKS AT LAST.
20.
A GREAT SURPRISE.
21.
LADY WATSON'S STORY.
22.
REVELATION.
23.
NEMESIS.
24.
THE NECKLACE.
25.
WATERLOO.
26.
WHAT TOOK PLACE.
The Black Patch
CHAPTER I
IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN
"Of course he's a wretch, dear; but oh!"--with an ecstatic
expression--"what a nice wretch!"
"I see; you marry the adjective."
"The man, Beatrice, the man. Give me a real man and I ask for nothing
better. But the genuine male is so difficult to find nowadays."
"Really! Then you have been more successful than the majority."
"How sarcastic, how unfriendly! I did look for sympathy."
Beatrice embraced her companion affectionately. "You have it, Dinah. I
give all sympathy and all good wishes to yourself and Jerry. May you be
very happy as Mr. and Mrs. Snow!"
"Oh, we shall, we shall! Jerry would make an undertaker happy!"
"Undertakers generally are--when business is good."
"Oh! you are quite too up-to-date in your talk, Beatrice Hedge."
"That is strange, seeing how I live in a dull country garden like a
snail, or a cabbage."
"Like a wild rose, dear. At least Vivian would say so."
"Mr. Paslow says more than he means," responded Beatrice, blushing
redder than the flower mentioned, "and I dare say Jerry does also."
"No, dear. Jerry hasn't sufficient imagination."
"He ought to have, being a journalist."
"Those are the very people who never imagine anything. They find their
facts on every hedge."
"Is that an unworthy pun on my name?"
"Certainly not, Miss Hedge," said the other with dignity; "Jerry
shan't find anything on you, or in you, save a friend, else I shall
be horribly jealous. As to Vivian, he would murder his future
brother-in-law if he caught him admiring you; and I don't want to begin
my married life with a corpse."
"Naturally. You wisely prefer the marriage service to the burial ditto,
my clever Dinah."
"I'm not clever, and I really don't know how to answer your sharp
speeches, seeing that I am a plain country girl."
"Not plain--oh! not plain. Jerry doesn't think so, I'm sure."
"It's very sweet and flattering of Jerry, but he's mercifully
colour-blind and short-sighted. I am plain, with a pug nose, drab
hair, freckles, and teeny-weeny eyes. You are the reverse, Beatrice,
being all that is lovely--quite a gem."
"Don't tell my father that I am any sort of jewel," remarked Beatrice
dryly, "else he will want to sell me at an impossible price."
Dinah laughed, but did not reply. Her somewhat flighty brain could
not concentrate itself sufficiently to grasp the subtle conversation
of Miss Hedge, so she threw herself back on the mossy stone seat and
stared between half-closed eyelids at the garden. This was necessary,
for the July sunshine blazed down on a mass of
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THE DAFFODIL FIELDS
BY
JOHN MASEFIELD
AUTHOR OF "THE EVERLASTING MERCY," "THE WIDOW IN
THE BYE STREET," "THE STORY OF A
ROUND-HOUSE," ETC.
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1915
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1918,
BY JOHN MASEFIELD.
Set up and electrotyped. Published March, 1913.
Reprinted July, December, 1913; August, 1915.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing Co. -- Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
THE DAFFODIL FIELDS
I
Between the barren pasture and the wood
There is a patch of poultry-stricken grass,
Where, in old time, Ryemeadows' Farmhouse stood,
And human fate brought tragic things to pass.
A spring comes bubbling up there, cold as glass,
It bubbles down, crusting the leaves with lime,
Babbling the self-same song that it has sung through time.
Ducks gobble at the selvage of the brook,
But still it slips away, the cold hill-spring,
Past the Ryemeadows' lonely woodland nook
Where many a stubble gray-goose preens her wing,
On, by the woodland side. You hear it sing
Past the lone copse where poachers set their wires,
Past the green hill once grim with sacrificial fires.
Another water joins it; then it turns,
Runs through the Ponton Wood, still turning west,
Past foxgloves, Canterbury bells, and ferns,
And many a blackbird's, many a thrush's nest;
The cattle tread it there;
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STORIES ABOUT
FAMOUS PRECIOUS STONES
BY
MRS. GODDARD ORPEN
_ILLUSTRATED_
BOSTON
D LOTHROP COMPANY
WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIELD
COPYRIGHT, 1890,
BY
D. LOTHROP COMPANY.
CONTENTS.
I.
THE REGENT 9
II.
THE ORLOFF 37
III.
LA PELEGRINA 59
IV.
THE KOH-I-NUR 79
V.
THE FRENCH BLUE 111
VI.
THE BRAGANZA 131
VII.
THE BLACK PRINCE'S RUBY 149
VIII.
THE SANCI 177
IX.
THE GREAT MOGUL 198
X.
THE AUSTRIAN YELLOW 218
XI.
A FAMOUS NECKLACE 238
XII.
THE TARA BROOCH AND THE SHRINE OF ST. PATRICK'S BELL 262
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Page.
The Regent 14
The Orloff 40
The Koh-i-Nur 83
Koh-i-Nur, as recut 95
Tavernier's Blue Diamond 118
The "Hope Blue" Diamond 119
"Brunswick" Blue Diamond 123
"Hope Blue" Diamond, as mounted 126
The Crown of England 171
The Sanci 183
The Great Mogul 209
The Austrian Yellow 220
Diamond in the rough 229
Diamond after cutting 232
"The Necklace of History" 243
The Tara Brooch 265
St. Patrick's Bell 279
STORIES ABOUT
FAMOUS PRECIOUS STONES
I.
THE REGENT.
Of all the gems which have served to adorn a crown or deck a beauty the
Regent has perhaps had the most remarkable career. Bought, sold, stolen
and lost, it has passed through many hands, always however leaving some
mark of its passage, so that the historian can follow its devious course
with some certainty. From its extraordinary size it has been impossible
to confound it with any other diamond in the world; hence the absence of
those conflicting statements with regard to it which puzzle one at every
turn in the cases of certain other historical jewels.
The first authentic appearance of this diamond in history was in
December, 1701. In that month it was offered for sale by a diamond
merchant named Jamchund to the Governor of Fort St. George near Madras,
Mr. Thomas Pitt, the grandfather of the great Earl of Chatham.
Although, as we shall see later on, the diamond came fairly into the
hands of Mr. Pitt, it had already a taint of blood upon it. I allude to
the nebulous and gloomy story that has drifted down to us along with
this sparkling gem. How far the story is true it is now impossible to
ascertain. The Regent itself alone could throw any light upon the
subject, and that, notwithstanding its myriad rays, it refuses to do.
Tradition says the stone was found by a slave at Partreal, a hundred and
fifty miles south of Golconda. The native princes who worked these
diamond mines were very particular to see that all the large gems should
be reserved to deck their own swarthy persons; hence there were most
stringent regulations for the detection of theft. No person who was not
above suspicion--and who indeed was ever above the suspicion of an
absolute Asiatic prince?--might leave the mines without being thoroughly
examined, inside and out, by means of purgatives, emetics and the like.
Notwithstanding all these precautions however, the Regent was concealed
in a wound made in the calf of the leg of a slave. The inspectors, I
suppose, did not probe the wound deeply enough, for the slave got away
safely with his prize and reached Madras. Alas! poor wretch, it was an
evil day for him when he found the great rough diamond. On seeking out a
purchaser he met with an English skipper who offered him a considerable
sum for it; but on going to the ship, perhaps to get his money, he was
slain and thrown overboard. The skipper then sold the stone to Jamchund
for one thousand pounds ($5000), took to drink and speedily succumbing
to the combined effects of an evil conscience and delirium tremens
hanged himself. Thus twice baptized in blood the great diamond was
fairly launched upon its life of adventure.
And now we come to the authentic part of its history.
Mr. Pitt has left a solemn document under
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RIDING FOR LADIES.
BY
W. A. KERR, V.C.,
FORMERLY SECOND IN COMMAND OF THE 2ND REGIMENT
SOUTHERN MAHARATTA HORSE.
_ILLUSTRATED._
NEW YORK:
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY,
MDCCCXCI.
PREFACE.
This work should be taken as following on, and in conjunction with, its
predecessor on "Riding." In that publication will be found various
chapters on Action, The Aids, Bits and Bitting, Leaping, Vice, and on
other cognate subjects which, without undue repetition, cannot be
reintroduced here
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POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU
VOLUME III
THE
POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU
POET OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION
EDITED FOR
THE PRINCETON HISTORICAL ASSOCIATION
BY
FRED LEWIS PATTEE
OF THE PENNSYLVANIA STATE COLLEGE, AUTHOR OF
"A HISTORY OF AMERICAN LITERATURE,"
"THE FOUNDATIONS OF AMERICAN LITERATURE," ETC.
VOLUME III
PRINCETON, N. J.
THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY
1907
Copyright, 1907, by
THE PRINCETON UNIVERSITY LIBRARY
PRESS OF
THE NEW ERA PRINTING COMPANY
LANCASTER, PA.
CONTENTS
VOLUME III
PAGE
PART IV
_The Period of Editorship. 1790-1797_
NEVERSINK 3
THE RISING EMPIRE 5
LOG-TOWN TAVERN 19
THE WANDERER 22
ON THE DEMOLITION OF FORT GEORGE 24
CONGRESS HALL, N. Y. 26
EPISTLE TO PETER PINDAR, ESQ. 28
THE NEW ENGLAND SABBATH-DAY CHACE 29
ON THE SLEEP OF PLANTS 31
ON THE DEMOLITION OF AN OLD COLLEGE 33
ON THE DEATH OF DR. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN 36
EPISTLE FROM DR. FRANKLIN TO HIS POETICAL PANEGYRISTS 36
CONSTANTIA 38
STANZAS OCCASIONED BY LORD BELLAMONT'S, LADY HAY'S AND
OTHER SKELETONS BEING DUG UP 40
THE ORATOR OF THE WOODS 41
NANNY 42
NABBY 44
THE BERGEN PLANTER 45
TOBACCO 46
THE BANISHED MAN 47
THE DEPARTURE 49
THE AMERICAN SOLDIER 51
OCCASIONED BY A LEGISLATION BILL 52
LINES OCCASIONED BY A LAW PASSED FOR CUTTING DOWN THE TREES 53
TO THE PUBLIC 56
LINES BY H. SALEM 57
MODERN DEVOTION 59
THE COUNTRY PRINTER 60
SEVENTEEN HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE 65
LINES WRITTEN ON A PUNCHEON OF JAMAICA SPIRITS 66
THE PARTING GLASS 68
A WARNING TO AMERICA 70
THE DISH OF TEA 71
ON THE FOURTEENTH OF JULY 72
TO CRISPIN O'CONNOR 74
CRISPIN'S ANSWER 75
TO SHYLOCK AP-SHENKIN 76
TO MY BOOK 78
STANZAS TO ROBERT SEVIER AND WILLIAM SEVIER 79
TO A PERSECUTED PHILOSOPHER 80
TO AN ANGRY ZEALOT 81
THE PYRAMID OF THE FIFTEEN AMERICAN STATES 82
ON THE DEMOLITION OF THE FRENCH MONARCHY 84
ON THE FRENCH REPUBLICANS 88
ON THE PORTRAITS OF LOUIS AND ANTOINETTE 89
TO A REPUBLICAN 90
ODE TO LIBERTY 92
ODE 99
ON THE DEATH OF A REPUBLICAN PRINTER 101
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE STORMING OF THE BASTILLE 102
THOUGHTS ON THE EUROPEAN WAR SYSTEM 103
A MATRIMONIAL DIALOGUE 104
ON THE MEMORABLE NAVAL ENGAGEMENT BETWEEN THE AMBUSCADE
AND THE BOSTON 106
TO SHYLOCK AP-SHENKIN 109
PESTILENCE 110
ON DR. SANGRADO'S FLIGHT 111
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A BLACKSMITH 112
TO SYLVIUS 113
THE BLESSINGS OF THE POPPY 114
QUINTILIAN TO LYCIDAS 115
THE BAY ISLET 116
JEFFERY, OR THE SOLDIER'S PROGRESS 117
TO SHYLOCK AP-SHENKIN 119
TO A WINTER OF PANEGYRIC 119
THE FOREST BEAU 120
EPISTLE TO A STUDENT OF DEAD LANGUAGES 121
TO A NOISY POLITICIAN 122
THE SEXTON'S SERMON 122
ON A LEGISLATIVE ACT PROHIBITING THE USE OF SPIRITUOUS LIQUORS 126
ADDRESSED TO A POLITICAL SHRIMP 127
HERMIT'S VALLEY 128
TO MY BOOK 129
THE REPUBLICAN GENIUS OF EUROPE 129
THE RIVAL SUITORS FOR AMERICA 130
MR. JAY'S TREATY 132
PARODY 133
ON THE INVASION OF ROME IN 1796 135
ON THE DEATH OF CATHARINE II. 136
PREFATORY LINES TO A PERIODICAL PUBLICATION 137
ON THE WAR PROJECTED WITH THE REPUBLIC OF FRANCE 139
TO MYRTALIS 141
TO MR. BLANCHARD 142
ON HEARING A POLITICAL ORATION 144
MEGARA AND ALTAVOLA 146
THE REPUBLICAN FESTIVAL 151
ODE FOR JULY THE FOURTH, 1799 [1797] 152
ADDRESS TO THE REPUBLICANS OF AMERICA 154
TO PETER PORCUPINE 156
ON THE ATTEMPTED LAUNCH OF A FRIGATE 157
ON THE LAUNCHING OF THE FRIGATE CONSTITUTION 158
ON THE FREE USE OF THE LANCET 159
THE BOOK OF ODES
ODE I. 161
ODE II. TO THE FRIGATE CONSTITUTION 162
ODE III. TO DUNCAN DOOLITTLE 164
ODE IV. TO PEST-ELI-HALI 166
ODE V. TO PETER PORCUPINE 167
ODE VI. ADDRESS TO A LEARNED PIG 169
ODE VII. ON THE FEDERAL CITY 171
ODE VIII. ON THE CITY ENCROACHMENTS ON THE RIVER HUDSON 173
ODE IX. ON THE FRIGATE CONSTITUTION 174
ODE X. TO SANTONE SAMUEL 176
ODE XI. TO THE PHILADELPHIA DOCTORS 178
ODE XII. THE CROWS AND THE CARRION 179
ODE XIII. ON DEBORAH GANNET 182
ON THE FEDERAL CITY 184
THE ROYAL COCKNEYS IN AMERICA 185
TO THE SCRIBE OF SCRIBES 185
TO THE AMERICANS OF THE UNITED STATES 187
TO A NIGHT-FLY 189
THE INDIAN CONVERT 189
THE PETTIFOGGER 189
ON A CELEBRATED PERFORMER ON THE VIOLIN 193
NEW YEAR'S VERSES, 1798 194
PART V
_The Final Period of Wandering. 1798-1809_
ON ARRIVING IN SOUTH CAROLINA 199
ODE TO THE AMERICANS 203
ON THE WAR PATRONS 207
TO THE DEMOCRATIC COUNTRY EDITORS 210
THE SERIOUS MENACE 213
REFLECTIONS ON THE MUTABILITY OF THINGS 215
THE POLITICAL WEATHER-COCK 216
REFLECTIONS 217
COMMERCE 220
ON FALSE SYSTEMS 221
ON THE PROPOSED SYSTEM OF STATE CONSTITUTIONS 225
ON A PROPOSED NEGOTIATION WITH THE FRENCH REPUBLIC 226
STANZAS TO AN ALIEN 228
STANZAS WRITTEN IN BLACKBEARD'S CASTLE 229
LINES WRITTEN AT SEA 231
STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF GENERAL WASHINGTON 232
STANZAS UPON THE SAME SUBJECT 234
STANZAS OCCASIONED BY CERTAIN ABSURD, EXTRAVAGANT, AND EVEN
BLASPHEMOUS PANEGYRICS ON THE LATE GENERAL WASHINGTON 235
TO THE MEMORY OF EDWARD RUTLEDGE, ESQ. 238
ON THE DEPARTURE OF PETER PORCUPINE 240
THE NAUTICAL RENDEZVOUS 242
TO THE MEMORY OF AEDANUS BURKE 243
TO THE REV. SAMUEL S. SMITH, D.D. 244
STANZAS PUBLISHED AT THE PROCESSION TO THE TOMB OF THE PATRIOTS 246
THE TOMB OF THE PATRIOTS 249
ON THE PEAK OF PICO 254
A BACCHANALIAN DIALOGUE 255
STANZAS WRITTEN AT THE ISLAND OF MADEIRA 257
ON THE PEAK OF TENERIFFE 261
ANSWER TO A CARD OF INVITATION TO VISIT A NUNNERY 263
ON SENIORA JULIA 265
LINES ON SENIORA JULIA 266
ON A RURAL NYMPH 268
ON GENERAL MIRANDA'S EXPEDITION 271
ON THE ABUSE OF HUMAN POWER 272
OCTOBER'S ADDRESS 273
TO A CATY-DID 275
ON PASSING BY AN OLD CHURCHYARD 277
STANZAS OCCASIONED BY AN OLD ENGLISH TOBACCO BOX 278
ON THE DEATH OF A MASTER BUILDER 281
ON THE DEATH OF A MASONIC GRAND SACHEM 283
ON A HONEY BEE 285
ON THE FALL OF AN ANCIENT OAK TREE 285
STANZAS ON THE DECEASE OF THOMAS PAINE 286
PART VI.
_The War of 1812. 1809-1815._
ON THE
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OLD TAVERNS OF NEW YORK
by
W. HARRISON BAYLES
Frank Allaben Genealogical Company
Forty-Second Street Building, New York
Copyright, 1915, by Frank Allaben Genealogical Company
Old Taverns of New York
Contents
Page
PREFACE xv
I DUTCH TAVERNS 1
Indian Trade--First Settlement--Purchase of Manhattan
Island--Popular Taverns in New Amsterdam--Sunday Closing
Under Stuyvesant--Dutch Festivities
II NEW YORK AND THE PIRATES 37
The English Conquest--Horse Races--Regulations for
Innkeepers--First Merchants' Exchange--Famous Taverns of
the Period--Early Buccaneers and Their Relations with
Government Officials--Efforts of the Earl of Bellomont to
Restrain Piracy
III THE COFFEE HOUSE 65
An Exciting Election in 1701--Popularity of the Coffee
House--Aftermath of the Leisler Troubles--Political
Agitation under Lord Cornbury--Trials of Nicholas Bayard
and Roger Baker--Conferences at the Coffee House--Festivals
under the English Rule--Official Meetings in Taverns and
Coffee Houses
IV THE BLACK HORSE 91
The Black Horse Tavern, Scene of Many Political Conferences
in the Early Eighteenth Century--Rip Van Dam and Governor
Cosby--Lewis Morris' Campaign--Zenger's Victory for Liberty
of the Press--Old New York Inns--Privateering--The <DW64>
Plot
V THE MERCHANTS' COFFEE HOUSE 127
The Slave Market, Later the Meal Market--The Merchants'
Coffee House, Famous for More than Half a Century--Clubs of
Colonial New York--The Merchants' Exchange--Charter of
King's College, Now Columbia University--French and Indian
War--The Assembly Balls--The Press Gang--Some Old
Inns--Surrender of Fort Washington
VI TAVERN SIGNS 167
Doctor Johnson on the Comforts of an Inn--Landlords of the
Olden Time--Some Curious Tavern Signs--Intemperance in the
Eighteenth Century--Sports and Amusements
VII THE KING'S ARMS 191
The Crown and Thistle, Meeting Place of St. Andrew's
Society and Later Called the King's Head--The King's Arms,
Formerly the Exchange Coffee House and the Gentlemen's
Coffee House--Broadway of the Eighteenth Century--The Stamp
Act and the Non-Importation Agreement--The Liberty
Pole--Recreation Gardens
VIII HAMPDEN HALL 227
The Queen's Head Tavern, Where Was Organized the New York
Chamber of Commerce--Pre-Revolutionary Excitement--Battle
of Golden Hill--Hampden Hall, Meeting Place of the Sons of
Liberty and Attacked by the British--List of Members of the
Social Club, 1775--Other Clubs and Societies of the
Period--The Moot, a Lawyers' Club and Its Charter
Members--The Tax on Tea, Committee of Correspondence and
Outbreak of the Revolution
IX THE PROVINCE ARMS 271
The Continental Congress--Marinus Willett's Seizure of
Arms--Flight of the Tories--Happenings at the Coffee
House--The Province Arms, Resort of British Officers--Other
Taverns--The Theatre Royal--Sports--The Refugee
Club--Social Affairs Under the British Occupation
X FRAUNCES' TAVERN 307
The Treaty of Peace--Celebration Dinners at Sam Fraunces'
House and Other Taverns--Evacuation of New
York--Washington's Farewell to His Officers, at Fraunces'
Tavern, 1783--First New York Bank--Re-organization of
Chamber of Commerce--Social, Philanthropic, and Learned
Societies of the Day--The Cincinnati--The New
Constitution--Washington's Inauguration--Sam Fraunces,
Steward of the President
XI THE TONTINE COFFEE HOUSE 351
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THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE
OR
CAMPING AND TRAMPING FOR FUN AND HEALTH
BY LAURA LEE HOPE
1913
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I A FLUTTERING PAPER
II THE TRAMPING CLUB
III JEALOUSIES
IV A TAUNT
V AMY'S MYSTERY
VI THE LEAKY BOAT
VII TO THE RESCUE
VIII CLOSING DAYS
IX OFF ON THE TOUR
X ON THE WRONG ROAD
XI THE BARKING DOG
XII AT AUNT SALLIE'S
XIII THE MISSING LUNCH
XIV THE BROKEN RAIL
XV "IT'S A BEAR!"
XVI THE DESERTED HOUSE
XVII IN CHARGE
XVIII RELIEVED
XIX A LITTLE LOST GIRL
XX THE BOY PEDDLER
XXI THE LETTER
XXII A PERILOUS LEAP
XXIII THE MAN'S STORY
XXIV BY TELEGRAPH
XXV BACK HOME
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE
CHAPTER I
A FLUTTERING PAPER
Four girls were walking down an elm-shaded street. Four girls, walking
two by two, their arms waist-encircling, their voices mingling in rapid
talk, punctuated with rippling laughter--and, now and then, as their
happy spirits fairly bubbled and overflowed, breaking into a few waltz
steps to the melody of a dreamy song hummed by one of their number. The
sun, shining through the trees, cast patches of golden light on the stone
sidewalk, and, as the girls passed from sunshine to shadow, they made a
bright, and sometimes a dimmer, picture on the street, whereon were other
groups of maidens. For school was out.
"Betty Nelson, the idea is perfectly splendid!" exclaimed the tallest of
the quartette; a stately, fair girl with wonderful braids of hair on
which the sunshine seemed to like to linger.
"And it will be such a relief from the ordinary way of doing things,"
added the companion of the one who thus paid a compliment to her chum
just in advance of her. "I detest monotony!"
"If only too many things don't happen to us!" This somewhat timid
observation came from the quietest of the four--she who was walking with
the one addressed as Betty.
"Why, Amy Stonington!" cried the girl who had first spoken, as she tossed
her head to get a rebellious lock of hair out of her dark eyes. "The very
idea! We _want_ things to happen; don't we, Betty?" and she caught the
arm of one who seemed to be the leader, and whirled her about to look
into her face. "Answer me!" she commanded. "Don't we?"
Betty smiled slightly, revealing her white, even teeth. Then she said
laughingly, and the laugh seemed to illuminate her countenance:
"I guess Grace meant certain kinds of happenings; didn't you, Grace?"
"Of course," and the rather willowy creature, whose style of dress
artistically accentuated her figure, caught a pencil that was slipping
from a book, and thrust it into the mass of light hair that was like a
crown to her beauty.
"Oh, that's all right, then," and Amy, who had interposed the
objection, looked relieved. She was a rather quiet girl, of the
character called "sweet" by her intimates; and truly she had the
disposition that merited the word.
"When can we start?" asked Grace Ford. Then, before an answer could be
given, she added: "Don't let's go so fast. We aren't out to make a
walking record to-day. Let's stop here in the shade a moment."
The four came to a halt beneath a great horsechestnut tree, that gave
welcome relief from the sun, which, though it was only May, still had
much of the advance hint of summer in it. There was a carriage block near
the curb, and Grace "draped herself artistically about it," as Mollie
Billette expressed it.
"If you're tired now, what will you be if we walk five or six miles a
day?" asked Betty with a smile. "Or even more, perhaps."
"Oh, I can if I have to--but I don't have to now. Come, Betty, tell us
when we are to start."
"Why, we can't decide now. Are you so anxious all of a sudden?" and Betty
pulled down and straightened the blue middy blouse that had been rumpled
by her energetic chums.
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