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# Are Marriage and the Family in Danger?

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From Popular Science Monthly Volume 20, March 1882 Popular Miscellany
​ Are Marriage and the Family in Danger?—Certain magazinists, croaking preachers, and foreigners who look at American society through telescopes leveled at Utah and Chicago, have sounded a cry of alarm that the marriage institution and the purity of the family are decaying in the United States. Their assertions are founded on the frequency with which divorces are sought in some places where the process is made particularly easy. Granting that divorces are too freely given, and that the appetency for divorce indicates that something is wrong in the morals of the parties: have the alarmists ever stopped to inquire what are the moral characters of the parties aside from the fact of the divorce suit, or whether their morals would probably be any better if there were no possibility of divorce? And have they ever reflected upon the preponderating numbers of American married people who never think of applying for divorce, but are striving with all their might to build up and maintain a pure and healthful family life, and would continue to do so even if it were as easy to get a divorce as to buy a pair of boots? The very facts the alarmists cite show that there is no relation whatever between facility of divorce and moral laxity. In Maine, divorce is of the easiest the court grants it at its discretion yet no man in his senses will say that society in Maine is a whit less pure than in New York, where divorce is of the hardest to get. South Carolina allows no divorces, while North Carolina has a divorce law that is singularly lax, yet no difference can be perceived in the morality of the two States. Boston, where divorces are quite numerous, is quite as moral, to say the least, as Paris, where no divorce is allowed. An increase in the number of divorces is not observed in the United States only, but is receiving attention in countries where laxity can not be predicated of the laws. It is the case "enormously," according to the confession of the "Pall Mall Gazette," in England. In France, legal separations have gone up from 1 to 370 marriages in 1840-'50, to 1 in 152 in 1860-'70. In Belgium the ratio of divorces has risen from 1 in 576 couples in 1840, to 1 in 200 in 1874.
# I am bound, I am bound, for a distant shore

from A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)
I am bound, I am bound, for a distant shore, By a lonely isle, by a far Azore, There it is, there it is, the treasure I seek, On the barren sands of a desolate creek.
# The Bird Book/Front matter

THE BIRD BOOK
ILLUSTRATING IN NATURAL COLORS MORE THAN SEVEN HUNDRED NORTH AMERICAN BIRDS; ALSO SEVERAL HUNDRED PHOTOGRAPHS OF THEIR NESTS AND EGGS
BY
CHESTER A. REED, B. S.
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1915
Copyright, 1914, by CHARLES K. REED
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# An Ariette for Music

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First published 1832 as "An Ariette for Music. To a Lady singing to her Accompaniment on the Guitar".
As the moon's soft splendour O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven Is thrown, So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given Its own.
The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later, To-night; No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter Delight.
Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.
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# Mediæval Instruments of Torture

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From Popular Science Monthly Volume 40, April 1892 Popular Miscellany
​Mediæval Instruments of Torture.—A curious exhibition was held in London last fall of instruments of torture from the royal castle at Nuremberg which had been bought by the Earl of Shrewsbury and Talbot. With one or two exceptions, such as the "scavenger's daughter," no mediæval instrument of torture appeared to be unrepresented. The principal object of interest was the "iron maiden" (ciserne Jungfrau), which is probably the most terrible instrument of torture ever invented. It is the figure of a woman made of strong wood, bound with iron bands, opening with two doors to allow the prisoner to be placed inside. The interior is fitted with long, sharp iron spikes, which, when the doors are pressed to, forced their way into various parts of the victim's body and inflicted inexpressible agonies upon him till he died a lingering death. A trap-door was then opened in the base, and the body was allowed to fall into the moat or river below. The Scotch "maiden" of the sixteenth century was different from this, and was not an instrument of torture, but a kind of guillotine. Other objects were the racks; the "Spanish donkey," which cut the body into halves; the wheel on which malefactors were broken alive; the small lever with a sharp-toothed thumb and finger screw; the ducking-cage for bakers detected in giving short weight; the iron tongue-tearer, in the shape of a pair of tongs with screw; the Spanish "mouth-pear" or gag; and the yoke in which couples found guilty of acts of immorality were pilloried in the marketplace. Of a different kind of interest are the copper mask worn by the judge of the Vehmgericht, the "drunkard's cloak and helmet," and carvings of Satan that were supposed to have been worshiped by witches. There were also manacles, body-rings, hand-screws, scourges, branding-irons, pillories, stretching-gallows, garters for torturing the legs, spiked collars, heavy chains for fastening prisoners to the wall, "mouth-openers" for slitting the tongues of blasphemers, sieves through which boiling water was poured on to the body, iron rings for fastening up criminals in public places, masks for the punishment of scolds and others, crucifixes which condemned criminals carried on their way to execution, iron mail chain gloves that were made hot before being put on, settles belonging to a torture-chamber, and many other things. A number of old prints accompanying the collection illustrated the application of some of these instruments.
# New Corn

From A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1919).
Swiftly the years, beyond recall. Solemn the stillness of this fair morning. I will clothe myself in spring-clothing And visit the slopes of the Eastern Hill. By the mountain-stream a mist hovers, Hovers a moment, then scatters. There comes a wind blowing from the south That brushes the fields of new corn.
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# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Tree-fern

From volume XXIII of the work. See also the Project Disclaimer.
Tree-ferns are of course cultivated for their beauty alone; a few, however, are of some economic applications, chiefly as sources of starch. Thus the beautiful Alsoyhila excelsa of Norfolk Island is said to be threatened with extinction for the sake of its sago-like pith, which is greedily eaten by hogs; Cyathca inedullaris also furnishes a kind of sago to the natives of New Zealand, Queensland, and the Pacific islands. A Javanese species of Dicksonia (D. chrysotricha) furnishes silky hairs, which have been imported as a styptic, and the long silky or rather woolly hairs, so abundant on the stem and frond-leaves in the various species of Cibotium, have not only been put to a similar use, but in the Sandwich Islands furnish wool for stuffing mattresses and cushions, which was formerly an article of export. The "Tartarian lamb," or Agnus scythicus of old travellers' tales in China and Tartary, is simply the woolly stock of C. Barometz, which, when dried and inverted and all save four of its frond-stalks cut away, has a droll resemblance to a toy sheep.
See Fern; J. Smith, Historia Filicum; Luerssen, Med. Pharm. Botanik; and for the structure of the stem, De Bary's Vergleich. Anatomie d. Phanerog. u. Farne.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Tras-Os-Montes

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TRAS-OS-MONTES (i.e., "Behind the Mountains") is the north-east frontier province of Portugal, situated on the other side of the Serra de Marao from Oporto. On the W. it is bounded by Entre Minho e Douro, and on the S. by Beira. The area is 4260 square miles, and the population increased from 393,279 in 1878 to 396,676 in 1881. Physically the province is a mountainous plateau, the most elevated in Portugal, and characterized by the picturesqueness and wildness of its scenery. Monte Zinho reaches a height of 7445 feet. Vast tracts are covered with heath; but in certain parts the soil is fertile, and the rich wine growing district on the upper Douro (Alto Douro) is the native country of port. Silk-growing is also carried on; and wheat, rye, hemp, and flax appear among the exports. The province is divided into the two administrative districts of Villa Real and Braganza. Besides the two towns thus named, two only, Chaves and Miranda do Douro, are of any considerable size.
# Returning to the Fields

From A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1919).
When I was young, I was out of tune with the herd: My only love was for the hills and mountains. Unwitting I fell into the Web of the World's dust And was not free until my thirtieth year. The migrant bird longs for the old wood: The fish in the tank thinks of its native pool. I had rescued from wildness a patch of the Southern Moor And, still rustic, I returned to field and garden. My ground covers no more than ten acres: My thatched cottage has eight or nine rooms. Elms and willows cluster by the eaves: Peach trees and plum trees grow before the hall. Hazy, hazy the distant hamlets of men. Steady the smoke of the half-deserted village, A dog barks somewhere in the deep lanes, A cock crows at the top of the mulberry tree. At gate and courtyard—no murmur of the World's dust: In the empty rooms—leisure and deep stillness. Long I lived checked by the bars of a cage: Now I have turned again to Nature and Freedom.
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# Canzonet

I have no store Of gryphon-guarded gold; Now as before, Bare is the shepherd's fold. Rubies nor pearls Have I to gem thy throat; Yet woodland girls Have loved the shepherd's note.
Then pluck a reed And bid me sing to thee, For I would feed Thine ears with melody, Who art more fair Than fairest fleur-de-lys, More sweet and rare Than sweetest ambergris.
What dost thou fear? Young Hyacinth is slain, Pan is not here, And will not come again. No horned Faun Treads down the yellow leas, No God at dawn Steals through the olive trees.
Hylas is dead, Nor will he e'er divine Those little red Rosepetalled lips of thine. On the high hill No ivory dryads play. Silver and still Sinks the sad autumn day.
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# Immortal Love, Forever Full

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* "Immortal Love, Forever Full" in The Army and Navy Hymnal, 1920.
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# Holy Stones of the East and the West

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From Popular Science Monthly Volume 40, December 1891 Popular Miscellany
​Holy Stones of the East and the West.—A curious paper was read by Mr. Charles G. Leland at the International Congress of Orientalists concerning the salagrama stone of India and the salagrana of the Toscana Romana, as a curious link connecting the East and West. The Indian salagrama is a kind of ammonite, the size of an orange, and having a hole in it. According to the legend, Vishnu the Preserver, when pursued by the Destroyer, was changed by Maya into the stone, through the hole of which the Destroyer as a worm wound his way. The Italian salagrana is a stalagmite, which is believed by the people, on account of its resemblance to the little mounds thrown up by earthworms, to be such a mound petrified. They carry it in a red bag, along with certain magical herbs, and pronounce over it an incantation to the effect that the irregularities and cavities in it have the property of bewildering the evil eye and depriving it of its power. The author was informed by believers in such things that anything like grains, irregular and confused surfaces, interlaced serpents, or intricate works, blunted the evil eye. Interlaced cords are sold in Florence as charms. Even the convolvulus is grown in gardens against the evil eye. In the Norse mythology, Odin as a worm bored his head through a stone in order to get at "the mead of poetry." Hence all stones with holes in them are known as Odin stones, also as "holy stones," and are much used at the North as amulets. Hung at the head of the bed, they are supposed to drive away nightmare. Possibly there is a connection with the salagrana here. So interlacings in decoration may be originally designed to avert the evil eye and bad luck. A recent traveler in Persia was told that the patterns on carpets in that country were made intricate so that the evil eye might be bewildered. In the salagrana of Italy the number of grains or protuberances must be counted one by one before the witch can do evil. In the Arabian Nights the ghoul Amina must eat her rice grain by grain; and in South Carolina the negroes protect a person who is bedridden or nightmared by strewing rice round his bed, which the witch, when she comes, must count grain by grain before she can touch her victim.
# To L. L.

Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's song, We are parted too long.
Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead, Could we live it all over again, Were it worth the pain!
I remember we used to meet By an ivied seat, And you warbled each pretty word With the air of a bird;
And your voice had a quaver in it, Just like a linnet, And shook, as the blackbird's throat With its last big note;
And your eyes, they were green and grey Like an April day, But lit into amethyst When I stooped and kissed;
And your mouth, it would never smile For a long, long while, Then it rippled all over with laughter Five minutes after.
You were always afraid of a shower, Just like a flower: I remember you started and ran When the rain began.
I remember I never could catch you, For no one could match you, You had wonderful, luminous, fleet Little wings to your feet.
I remember your hair---did I tie it? For it always ran riot--- Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: These things are old.
I remember so well the room, And the lilac bloom That beat at the dripping pane In the warm June rain;
And the colour of your gown, It was amber-brown, And two yellow satin bows From your shoulders rose.
And the handkerchief of French lace Which you held to your face--- Had a small tear left a stain? Or was it the rain?
On your hand as it waved adieu There were veins of blue; In your voice as it said good-bye Was a petulant cry,
You have only wasted your life. (Ah, that was the knife!)
When I rushed through the garden gate It was all too late.
Could we live it over again, Were it worth the pain, Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead!
Well, if my heart must break, Dear love, for your sake, It will break in music, I know. Poets' hearts break so.
But strange that I was not told That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell, God's heaven and hell.
# We Praise Thee

As quoted in Book of Common Prayer (ECUSA)/The Daily Office/Daily Morning Prayer: Rite One
​7 We Praise Thee Te Deum laudamus
We praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.
All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.
To thee all Angels cry aloud,
the Heavens and all the Powers therein.
To thee Cherubim and Seraphim continually do cry:
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth;  Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory.
The glorious company of the apostles praise thee.
The goodly fellowship of the prophets praise thee.
The noble army of martyrs praise thee.
The holy Church throughout all the world doth acknowledge thee,  the Father, of an infinite majesty,  thine adorable, true, and only Son,  also the Holy Ghost the Comforter.
Thou art the King of glory, O Christ.
Thou art the everlasting Son of the Father.
When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man,
thou didst humble thyself to be born of a Virgin.
When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death,
thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
Thou sittest at the right hand of God, in the glory of the Father.
We believe that thou shalt come to be our judge.  We therefore pray thee, help thy servants,  whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.  Make them to be numbered with thy saints,  in glory everlasting.
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# What's the railroad to me?

from Walden; or, Life in the Woods (1854) p. 133.
What's the railroad to me? I never go to see Where it ends. It fills a few hollows, And makes banks for the swallows, It sets the sand a-blowing, And the blackberries a-growing,
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Number/Totients

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26. Totients.—By the totient of $n$, which is denoted, after Euler, by $\phi (n)$, we mean the number of integers prime to $n$, and not exceeding $n$. If $n=p^{\alpha }$, the numbers not exceeding $n$ and not prime to it are $p,2p,\dots (p^{\alpha }-p),p^{\alpha }$ of which the number is $p^{\alpha -1}$: hence $\phi (p^{\alpha })=p^{\alpha }-p^{\alpha -1}$. If $m,n$ are prime to each other, $\phi (mn)=\phi (m)\phi (n)$; and hence for the general case, if $n=p^{\alpha }q^{\beta }r^{\gamma }\dots ,\,$ $\phi (n)=\textstyle \prod p^{\alpha -1}(p-1)$, where the product applies to all the different prime factors of $n$. If $d_{1},d_{2},\!\!\And \!\!\!\!\mathrm {c} .$, are the different divisors of $n$,
    $\phi (d_{1})+\phi (d_{2})+\dots =n$.
For example, $15=\phi (15)+\phi (5)+\phi (3)+\phi (1)=8+4+2+1$.
# Moving House

From A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1919).
My old desire to live in the Southern Village Was not because I had taken a fancy to the house. But I heard it was a place of simple-minded men With whom it were a joy to spend the mornings and evenings. Many years I had longed to settle here: Now at last I have managed to move house. I do not mind if my cottage is rather small So long as there's room enough for bed and mat. Often and often the neighbours come to see me And with brave words discuss the things of old. Rare writings we read together and praise: Doubtful meanings we examine together and settle.
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# Shady, shady the wood in front of the Hall

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From A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1919).
Shady, shady the wood in front of the Hall: At midsummer full of calm shadows. The south wind follows summer's train: With its eddying puffs it blows open my coat. I am free from ties and can live a life of retirement. When I rise from sleep, I play with books and harp. The lettuce in the garden still grows moist: Of last year's grain there is always plenty left. Self-support should maintain strict limits: More than enough is not what I want. I grind millet and make good wine: When the wine is heated, I pour it out for myself. My little children are playing at my side, Learning to talk, they babble unformed sounds. These things have made me happy again And I forget my lost cap of office. Distant, distant I gaze at the white clouds: With a deep yearning I think of the Sages of Antiquity.
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# A long time ago

From A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1919).
A long time ago I went on a journey, Right to the corner Of the Eastern Ocean, The road there Was long and winding, And stormy waves Barred my path. What made me Go this way? Hunger drove me Into the World. I tried hard To fill my belly: And even a little Seemed a lot. But this was clearly A bad bargain. So I went home And lived in idleness.
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# Symphony in Yellow

An omnibus across the bridge
    Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
    And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
    Are moved against the shadowy wharf,
    And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
    And flutter from the Temple elms,
    And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
# Origin of the Arab Horse

Letter to General E. Dumas, reproduced in his 1857 The Horses of the Sahara, and later quoted in the Popular Science.
​—— Origin of the Arab Horse.—Letter of the Emir Abd-el-Kader, from "The Horses of the Sahara," by General E. Dumas, 1857:
"Praise be to the one God!
​"To him who remains ever the same amid the revolutions of this world:
"To our friend General Dumas.
"Peace be with you, through the mercy and blessing of Allah, on the part of the writer of this letter, on that of his mother, his children, their mother, of all the members of his family and of all his associates.
"To proceed: I have read your questions, I address to you my answers.
"You ask me for information as to the origin of the Arab horse. You are like unto a fissure in a land dried up by the sun, and which no amount of rain, however abundant, will ever be able to satisfy.
"Nevertheless, to quench, if possible, your thirst (for knowledge), I will this time go back to the very head of the fountain. The stream is there always the freshest and most pure.
"Know, then, that among us it is admitted that Allah created the horse out of the wind, as he created Adam out of mud.
"This can not be questioned. Several prophets—peace be with them!—have proclaimed what follows:
"When Allah willed to create the horse, he said to the south wind:
"'I will that a creature should proceed from thee—condense thyself!' and the wind condensed itself. Then came the angel Gabriel, and he took a handful of this matter and presented it to Allah, who formed of it a dark bay or a dark chestnut horse (koummite—red mingled with black), saying:
"'I have called thee horse (frass); I have created the Arab, and I have bestowed Upon thee the color koummite. I have attached good fortune to the hair that falls between thy eyes. Thou shalt be the lord (sid) of all other animals. Men shall follow thee wheresoever thou goest. Good for pursuit as for flight, thou shalt fly without wings. Upon thy back shall riches repose, and through thy means shall wealth come.'
"Then he signed him with the sign of glory and of good fortune (ghora, a star in the middle of the forehead)."
# To My Wife: With a Copy of My Poems

I can write no stately proem
    As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
    I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals
    One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
    On your hair.
And when wind and winter harden
    All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
    You will understand.