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# The New Student's Reference Work/Poore, Benjamin Perley

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​Poore, Benjamin Perley, an American journalist, was born at Newburyport, Mass., Nov. 2, 1820. He was apprenticed to a printer when a boy and grew up in a newspaper office. From 1838 to 1840 he edited The Southern Whig at Atlanta, Ga. He was sent with the embassy to Belgium in 1841 as an attaché, and remained in Europe seven years. While abroad, he collected valuable data for the archives of Massachusetts. He became editor of The Congressional Directory in 1867. He published a number of works, among which those most largely sold were the Life of Zachary Taylor, the Conspiracy Trial for the Murder of Abraham Lincoln and Sixty Years at the Federal Metropolis. He died at Washington, D. C., May 30, 1887.
# The Power of Thought

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THE POWER OF THOUGHT
BY
HENRY THOMAS HAMBLIN
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THE POWER OF THOUGHT
The Power of Thought by Henry Thomas Hamblin
Editor of “The Science of Thought Review” and Author of “Within You is the Power” “The Message of a Flower” “The Life of the Spirit,” etc.
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# The Pearl/Volume 7/Expostulation With a Fierce Preacher.

Oh, jealous Cotterill, why so warm? Because your congregation, In spite of all you preach and storm, Persist in fornication.
And so you think a ball-room dress Unfitted for a pew, And fain would check the wantonness That gives the breasts to view.
"Indecent" is a cruel word To use to strict church-goers, It's very awful by the Lord To call us rogues and whores.
In pews, like sheep in pens we sit, While you indulge in barking, If sheep will cast sheep's eyes a bit It is not worth remarking.
The ball-room and the play-house gay In India are so rare, That church for those who play or pray Is crowded by the fair.
Poor Cotterill - why then should he grieve Because our glances roam? He merely wants us all to leave Our "Hearts and Souls" at home.
I joy the lecherous girl to squeeze, I joy thy rage to see, So first I sin myself to please And next to anger thee.
The silliest goose that swims the lake Is known to be the Dotterel, That spelling must be a mistake. The name I'm sure is Cotterill!
# The Pearl/Volume 7/Pleasures of Memory.

Sweet is the memory of the scenes In boyhood I enjoyed, Hot vigour thrilling in my veins, By no fruition cloyd.
So innocent a child I seem'd That Catherine, Jane, Eliza, Would treat me as a girl, nor dream'd That I was e'er the wiser.
I many a naked frolic spied, Nor seem'd a whit to care, With changeless glance serene I eyed Their sexual members bare.
All fear'd the strict severities Of Mistress and of Master, Who thought to crush propensities That only throve the faster.
But when I was thirteen I grew Too big a boy for this, The girls grew timid - well they knew I might do more than kiss.
No longer Jane would offer me The clean shirt nice and warm, And turn me up and cuddle me, Without supposing harm.
And Catherine never called me now The bathroom door to keep, The while she bathed, lest any came And say, "You must not peep."
Nor Harriet, when she climb'd the trees, Would let me now stand under, All seem'd to guard their modesties With care that made me wonder.
But fostering Venus kindly led Her young disciple still, Although I kept my maidenhead Sorely against my will.
For though from British blood I sprung Yet born in India's land, I felt while callow, raw and young Cythera's guiding hand.
And night by night, when fast asleep, Wits, nerves upon the stretch, My melting heart I could not keep, I was an amorous wretch.
One day I chanced to climb outside My cousin's bathing room, And found a hole through which I spied The place I'd used to roam.
I sigh'd to think how oft the girls Had idly let me in, "It's nobody but little Charles, No matter though he's seen."
Yes, I was their sole favourite, No other boy was suffer'd To share in many a luscious sight To me so freely offer'd.
"Those joys (thought I) are now no more!" I started - at that minute, Dear Kate came to the bathroom door, She lock'd herself within it.
"Oh, do I dream, or is it true? And is she going to bathe, And treat me to the fullest view Of all above, beneath?"
She dropt her gown, and one by one She stript her of her clothes, Her smock is all she now has on, "Oh, will she nought expose?"
There now it's off- and Catherine stands, In utter nudity, And neither of her rosy hands Conceals her modesty.
I saw her right before my eyes Naked, stark naked stand, The blooming centre of her thighs As naked as my hand.
What see I now! what see I not! Is Kate a woman grown? She was a little girl I thought, But lo, she's fully blown:
Oh look at her sweet fie for shame, With pouting lips so red. Oh look at her dear frisky game, Her open maidenhead!
# The Pearl/Volume 7/Progress.

Let those who never tried, believe, In woman's chastity! Let her who ne'er was asked, receive, The praise of modesty!
Again I've been at Church to-day, And eyed that angel stranger; Whose yielding glances seem to say, "I love, but dread the danger."
Too truly sung the Indian sage, That "Father, Brother, Son, To her who feels the sexual rage Are lawful - all are one."
Tho' woman's virtue's true as steel Before you touch her soul; Still let it once the Magnet feel 'Twill flutter tow'rds the Pole!
# The Pearl/Volume 7/The Swing.

How oft I've sworn to Caroline, The world no sight can show, To match her locks, her lips divine, Her bosom's hills of snow.
But oh! I find myself forsworn, Two lips I have beheld; Still lovelier, on this happy morn, A mount that those excell'd!
For chance has shewn me all that lies Beneath her virgin zone; Sure never seen by any eyes Of man, save mine alone!
As o'er my face the swing I drove, As wider flew her thighs; The opening heaven itself o' love Met my delighted eyes!
Her bosom boasts no swell so fair No tints that these eclipse; Her head has no such auburn hair, Nor such enchanting lips!
Yes I've beheld the mossy mount, Where all the graces centre; I've seen the rosy, nectar'd fount, Where he she loves shall enter!
While from within her petticoat, A warm and savoury breeze, Full in my face, would sweetly float, Loaded with ecstasies!
Then be not wrath my matchless maid, Nor blush so deep with shame; Nor I attack'd nor you betray'd, Let chance then bear the blame!
Oh pardon me, and I'll confess, That henceforth when I gaze Upon the beauties of thy face, My fancy elsewhere strays!
Then if a reddy conscious blush, Thy angel forehead warms; Upon our souls the hour shall rush. That shew'd thy inmost charms.
When John Scott was minister of Dundee, he reproved Alick Anderson for ill-treating his wife; Alick tried to justify his conduct, but the minister observed, "Ou Alick mon, there must be something wrong on both sides!"
"True very true," cried Alick, "she has neither bubbies nor buttocks!"
There was a young lady of Harwich, Who said on the morn of her marriage: "I shall sew my chemise, Right down to my knees, For I'm damned if I fuck in the carriage!"
# The Pearl/Volume 7/Hymn to the Genius of Woman.

(A statue in the Florentine Gallery.)
Genius of woman, glorious form Of perfect loveliness, I worship thee, with beauty warm, Released from every dress.
Oh smile on him to Thee who bows, Who worships Thee alone; And pays his deep impassioned vows, At none but Beauty's throne.
And bless thou Her whose pencil gave, Thy dazzling limbs to light, Naked, as rising from the wave, They shone all rosy bright.
It was a homage due to Thee, By grateful Chloris paid; For Thou with every conquering charm, Has't blest the golden maid.
And every touch her pencil gave, To each alluring part; Has bound in firmer spells the slave, Of pleasure, love, and art.
Oh sacred, fervent, silent be, Our worship at Thy shrine; No eye profane shall ever see, Thy lineaments divine.
# The Pearl/Volume 7/Fowls and Pickled Pork.

The wife of a City gentleman one day found in his pocket a billet from a ladylove of his, asking him to come that evening to supper, and that she had fowls and pickled pork.
The husband came home at his usual time, and told his wife that he had some particular business to transact that evening, which would keep him out rather late.
"Very well, dear, but you can't go out in that soiled shirt, come upstairs and change it," responded his tender better half.
She went with him to their bedroom, and with her jokes and larking soon gave him such a cockstand that he tossed her on the bed and had a good fuck.
Proceeding to finish dressing she again interrupted him with the remark that "he could not go out with such dirty stockings, now John let me pull them off and put on a clean pair for you."
This led to further dallying, especially when she remarked, "how silly his cock looked with its head hanging down, how she had taken the life out of it; la, I wonder if it can stand again dear," as she played with and kissed his limp concern. This led to another loving fuck, which ended by her giving him a rapturous kiss, as she exclaimed, "I believe, John, you have made me a baby at last. Now, my dear, I don't mind if you go and have the 'fowls and pickled pork.'"
But the husband declared "he would be damned if he did now."
N.B.- The Editor of THE PEARL would advise married ladies not to trust too implicitly in the belief "that if they fuck their husband well before he goes out, they may safely trust him." Our experience is that it only tends to make the men more excitable; we once knew a person (not ourself of course), who would have three different women on the way home from business, and then fuck his wife well when he went to bed, which he would not have thought of otherwise.
# The Pearl/Volume 7/Ode.

By the Rev. Mr. Bray, on the Death of his favourite Donkey
How well do I remember yet How very proud I used to get When, like a little king, I'd sit, Upon my Ass!
When seated in his nice warm back My tiny, little whip I'd crack, And with my youthful hand I'd smack My Ass!
And when we galloped o'er the lea I shouted with delight and glee, For all the girls came out to see My Ass!
With him my frugal meals I'd share And nurture him with greatest cafe, And dally with the long, soft hair Upon my Ass!
In meadows green he'd love to play And, when tired out, at close of day, You then, of sweet delicious hay, Could smell my Ass!
And when through dirty lanes we'd scud And get bespattered o'er with mud, I'd get some water when I could. And wash my Ass!
But someone served him such a trick- At first they hit him with a stick, And then with heavy boots did kick My Ass!
One day he got beyond my reach, Into a pond, I gave a screech, For a blood-thirsty, hungry leech Did suck my Ass!
And oh! his fate I do bewail, He backed one day against a rail, And a long, pointed, rusty nail Stuck in my Ass!
Alas his end I soon did see; A woodman cutting down a tree, Did slip, and, barely missing me, Did axe my Ass!
I saw him die, I watched the gore Run from the wound as home they bore My dearest friend - my wounded, sore, And bloody Ass!
My grief for him was most sincere, The pain was more than I could bear, So now, kind friend, come shed a tear Upon my Ass!
Perhaps this epitaph is odd- "A better donkey never trod, Here lies beneath this friendly sod, My Ass!"
# The New Student's Reference Work/Artevelde, Jacob Van

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Artevelde (ar'ta-velt), Jacob Van, a Flemish leader of the people in the 14th century, was a brewer in Ghent. His wealth, eloquence and talents made him the most prominent man on the side of the citizens in their struggles against Count Louis of Flanders. The people of Ghent made him commander of their forces, and he banished from the town all the nobles and friends of the count. His power was secure for ten years, but in 1335 he made a treaty with Edward III of England, persuading him to assume the title of king of France. To strengthen this alliance, he tried to make Edward the Black Prince count of Flanders, when the people rose in rebellion and Artevelde was slain July, 24, 1345.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Arthur's Seat

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Arthur's Seat. See Edinburgh.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Arthur, Chester Alan

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Arthur, Chester Alan, the twenty-first president of the United States, was born at Fairfield, Vermont, October 5, 1830. His father was the Rev. W. Arthur, D. D., a Baptist minister and a native of the north of Ireland. He was graduated at Union College, New York, and was admitted to the bar in 1853. At the outbreak of the Civil War he held the post of inspector-general, and during the war was quartermaster-general for the New York forces. When he returned to the law, he was head of an eminent law firm. He took a prominent share in politics on the Republican side. In 1871 President Grant appointed him collector of customs at the port of New York. He was elected vice-president of the United States when Garfield was made president. The death of Garfield called Arthur to the chief magistracy, and he was installed as president on September 22, 1881, and held the office till March, 1885, when he was succeeded by Grover Cleveland. During Arthur’s term of office two important measures were passed by congress: a bill dealing with the Mormon question and one for the exclusion of the Chinese. His administration was recognized as clean and conservative, and he retired from office with the approbation of his party and the respect of the nation at large. He died November 18, 1886.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Articles of Confederation

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Ar'ticles of Confederation. In 1776 the Continental Congress appointed a committee to draw up “Articles of Confederation and Perpetual Union.” This committee prepared the articles of confederation and submitted them to Congress in 1776. It is not definitely known who wrote them. In the fall of 1777 the articles were sent to the legislatures of all the states for consideration. Within a year and a half all the states, excepting Maryland, had ratified them. Maryland refused to do so until all the states claiming any of the northwestern lands should give up their claims to the Confederation. These claims were finally granted, and Maryland ratified the articles in 1781.
As the provisions of the articles went into effect, their weakness became very apparent. Congress was the governing body, and in it each state had one vote. On all important questions the approval of nine states was necessary to pass an act; thus a few states could easily defeat any measure. The main difficulty with this whole plan of government was that Congress could only recommend to the various states that they collect certain sums of money, or raise an army of a certain size, or perform other acts for the good of the country; but had no means of enforcing its recommendations. There was no well-defined executive department, and no courts were provided. A committee which was appointed by Congress and which contained one member from each state acted during the recess of Congress and performed such duties as Congress directed. The difficulties which at once arose from so loose and incomplete a plan of government soon became so serious that a change was necessary, and so our present federal constitution was prepared and adopted.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Artery

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​ Ar'tery, the name of the tubular vessels that convey blood from the heart. There are two sets of arteries: (1) The great aorta, springing from the left ventricle of the heart and reaching by numerous subdivisions and branches all the tissues of the body. (2) The pulmonary artery, springing from the right ventricle of the heart and branching through the lungs. The former is the systemic, the latter the pulmonary system. The pulmonary artery, of course, carries venous blood. The arteries are elastic, and, when filled with blood, are stretched and exert a steady pressure on that fluid. This causes them to force most of the blood on into the veins after death, and led the ancient anatomists to believe that the arteries were air tubes and the veins only blood vessels. The arteries and veins are connected by capillaries. The aorta was named by Aristotle.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Artesian Wells

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​ Artesian (är-tē'zhan) Wells are borings straight down into the ground through which water rises above the surface of the ground. The possibility of getting water in this way depends upon the rock formation at a place. There is more or less water in all rocks. Rocks which are sandy and easily broken up part with a greater or less portion of the water they receive. For example, a cubic yard of pure sea-sand can hold about one third its bulk of water. It would part with nearly the whole of this into a well sunk in it and regularly pumped from. Chalk, which is composed of fine particles closely pressed together, holds as large a proportion of water; but from the power of what is called capillary attraction—the same power that lifts the sap in trees—little water would drain into a well sunk in such a rock. Where porous layers of rock are found resting on a layer which is impervious to water and covered by another layer also impervious, the water in the middle layer is held imprisoned. Where these three layers run i across a valley and up a hill on each side, they will be exposed to the air at the top. The falling rain is carried down the middle layer, and gathers at the bottom of the valley, and in time the whole porous layer becomes water logged, and the water at the center is under strong pressure. Now, if a bore is made at the bottom of the valley into the water logged layer, the pressure will force the water above the surface. The most famous artesian well is that at Grenelle near Paris, which was bored in 1833—1841. and whose water is brought from a depth of 1,798 feet. It yields 516½ gallons of water a minute, which is forced thirty-two feet above the surface. The Chinese and Egyptians knew about artesian wells, and they have been bored in the Sahara desert. There are many artesian wells in the United States, where they are utilized for supplying cities, towns, villages and farms with water.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Arthropoda

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Arthrop′oda. The largest sub-kingdom of animals, containing an immense number of species. They are known by having an articulated body and jointed legs. The group embraces four great divisions or classes:
* Crustacea, including the lobsters, crabs, crayfish, shrimps and others. They usually live in the water and breathe by gills. The common pill-bug is an exception.
* Arachnida, the spiders, daddy-long-legs, scorpions, mites and others. In this class the head and thorax are united. They have four walking legs and no antennæ. The representatives are air-breathers.
* Myriapoda, the centipedes and thousand-legged worms. They are air-breathers, with the head bearing antennæ and distinct from the thorax. The latter forms with the other joint of the body a continuous line of segments from six to two hundred in number. Each of these segments bear a pair of legs.
* Insecta, the largest class, including all insects. These breathe by air tubes distributed through the body. They show great variety of form and structure. The king crabs, the fossil trilobites and the interesting peripatus (see Insecta) are sometimes separated from the other Arthropoda into distinct classes.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Arthur

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Ar′thur, a prince of the Britons, who is supposed to have lived about the 6th century. He is pictured in legend as the champion of the British tribes against the Saxon invaders and as the ideal of a knightly hero. The son of King Uther, he became leader of the Britons after his father’s death. He married Guenevere, the fairest princess in the land, and with her lived in splendid state at Caerleon in Wales, surrounded by hundreds of knights and beautiful ladies, patterns of valor, breeding and grace to all the world. Twelve knights, the bravest of the throng, formed the center of the retinue, and sat with the king at a round table, known as the famous Knights of the Round Table. From Arthur’s court knights went forth to all countries in search of adventure, to protect women, chastise oppressors, liberate the enchanted and to enchain giants and malevolent dwarfs. Among the most renowned of these heroes of legend were Percival, Tristram, Gallahad, Lancelot and the enchanter, Merlin. Arthur was killed in battle by his nephew, Modred, who had revolted against him. His body was carried by fairies to the Isle of Avalon to be cured, whence he was expected to return some day again to lead the Britons against the Saxons. Many critics doubt the existence of Arthur, and, of course, the stories that have gathered about his name are, many of them, only beautiful legends. His fancied adventures have been sung in many languages, but for English readers they are told most beautifully in Tennyson’s Idylls of the King. At Innsbruck, in the Franciscan church, is a magnificent ideal, life-sized, bronze figure of Arthur.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Artevelde, Philip Van

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Artevelde, Philip Van, son of the above; born in 1340. In 1381 the people of Ghent, who had driven away the Count of Flanders and plundered his house, were closely blockaded by the count. At this juncture, Phillip, as the son of the great Artevelde, was asked to become their leader. The count’s army was badly defeated and Bruges, which had sided with the count, was plundered and submitted to Artevelde. His power only lasted a year; a French army invading Flanders routed the forces of Ghent, and many thousands were killed, including Artevelde. His death occurred in Belgium, November 27, 1382.