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# The Sunday Eight O'Clock/The Loafer

I HAVE never known what loafer it was who inspired these ancient lines, but I have always suspected that the fellow who wrote them had met Higgins. Higgins was a direct descendant of one, of the seven sleepers; he was on the most intimate terms with Morpheus, and Somnus, and ether and all the other gods and agencies which induce prolonged and refreshing sleep.
I have called him over the telephone at noon to be told by the freshman who answered that he was not up yet. I have dropped in at his fraternity house at nine in the evening to be informed that he was rather tired and had gone to bed early. I ​have found him dozing before the fire at three o'clock in the afternoon, a cigarette between his lips. A loafer always smokes, though of course a great many people who smoke are not loafers. I have often wondered what became of him; he didn't graduate, and he's probably dead, or asleep at the switch.
We read a great deal about the dissipations of college life—of the real devils who drink and gamble and indulge in unnamable immoralities, but most of it is "bunk". The real menace of college life today is the loafer—the fellow who smokes himself into stupidity before the grate fire, who wastes his hours in billiard halls and ice cream parlors, at vaudeville and moving picture shows, and in strolling about the town and the campus imagining himself in love. It is the man who sits up late at night doing nothing worth while, and who sleeps late in the morning to get over it, who does the ​college and himself more damage than any other class of students.
The loafer can't or won't work himself, and he is seldom satisfied to loaf alone. He is a procrastinator without enthusiasm or plan or system in his work. It has never occurred to him that college is a real business to which he should give his serious attention. He could not study regularly three hours a day on a bet. He encourages cribbing because it is his main dependence at an examination, he puts a damper on intellectual progress, and he pulls down the scholastic average. There is no place for him in college or out of it. His only salvation is to get a job where he will have to work hard sixteen hours a day.
July
# The Sunday Eight O'Clock/The Team

THERE are a good many respect able people who think that a champion football team is of more importance to a college than a million-dollar library or a faculty of prize winning Ph.D's. I should not go quite so far as this myself, but I am still convinced that a good football team is an asset worth while.
It is fine to watch a football game on a crisp November day when the sky is clear, and the air is invigorating, and the bleachers are running over with youthful enthusiasm; but it's no snap being on the team. The men on the team see nothing of the beauty of the sky or of the sun making the clouds glorious; they feel only faintly the enthusiasm of the crowd. To them the contest is a cruel, exhausting physical fight.
It is short, of course, and they enjoy it, ​perhaps, but it is a sport the training for which is most severe. A football coach is not always careful to be polite and kind; he must drive the men to their utmost capacity, and his words are often brutally goading. The men come in at night after their three or four hours of practice with discouraged hearts, and bruised muscles, and wrenched tendons, and fractured bones, and tired sore bodies to take up the real work of college. The glory and the hero worship they get out of it are not often commensurate with the sacrifices which they must make.
And we? We criticize the plays and the players, we are irritated because the score does not rise to the heights we had hoped, or we cheer passively if something pleases us. Few of us justly estimate the work that the fellows do or give them the credit they deserve.
Granting all the adverse criticisms which may be urged against the game, and they ​are many, there is no other single influence which does so much in a big institution like ours to foster democracy, to place undergraduates of all classes upon the same footing, to develop a feeling of loyalty to the university, and to unify the whole undergraduate body as does the football team.
November
# The Stone of the Sun and the First Chapter of the History of Mexico

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Originally published in Spanish in the Memorias de la Sociedad Científica "Antonio Alzate."
The University of Chicago
DEPARTMENT OF ANTHROPOLOGY
BULLETIN VI
The Stone of the Sun and the First Chapter of the History of Mexico
By
ENRIQUE JUAN PALACIOS
Translated from the Spanish by Frederick Starr
THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
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# The Poplars

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# The Popular History of England/Volume III

THE POPULAR HISTORY OF ENGLAND
AN ILLUSTRATED HISTORY
OF SOCIETY AND GOVERNMENT FROM THE EARLIEST PERIOD TO OUR OWN TIMES.
BY CHARLES KNIGHT
"The harvest gathered in the fields of the Past is to be brought home for the use of the Present." DR. ARNOLD, Lectures on Modern History.
VOLUME III.
FROM THE REIGN OF EDWARD VI. TO THE REIGN OF CHARLES I.

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# The Popular Magazine/Coral Sands

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Extracted from The Popular Magazine, 19 Nov 1927, pp. 1–54.
Coral Sands
By H. De Vere Stacpoole
Author of “Cabin No. 5,” “The Tomb of the Elephants,” Etc.
Mr. Stacpoole proves in this splendid tale that a story of the South Seas, in order to be interesting, does not have to concern people stranded upon a desert island. He penetrates here to the heart of a tiny community hidden away in an obscure coral island, and builds, bit by bit, a beautiful and dramatic novel of that life.
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* I. A South Sea Parasite 1
* II. The Deadly Insult 4
* III. An Unknown Schooner 5
* IV. June 7
* V. The World of Dreams 9
* VI. Kanaka 10
* VII. A Presentiment of Danger 12
* VIII. The Canoe Ride 14
* IX. A Terrible Adventure 17
* X. The New Light 19
* XI. Two Men Meet 22
* XII. A Pest and a Menace 25
* XIII. The Blackmailers 27
* XIV. Ona, the Witch Woman 30
* XV. Cyrus Hears the News 33
* XVI. Fernand's Warning 35
* XVII. Fiery Spanish Blood 37
* XVIII. June and Cyrus Quarrel 41
* XIX. To Kill or Not to Kill 44
* XX. Ghost of the Past 45
* XXI. Cyrus Gets Another Shock 49
* XXII. Treachery 51
* XXIII. Horrible and Sublime 53
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# The Poplars (Trotter)

This poem was written in Oxford in 1916, and first published in A Canadian Twilight and Other Poems of War and of Peace (1917).
* "The Poplars" in A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917), edited by George Herbert Clarke
* "The Poplars" in Canadian Singers and Their Songs (1919), edited by Edward S. Caswell
# The Poplar-Field

The Poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade, The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew, And now in the grass behold are they laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
The black-bird has fled to another retreat Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must e'er long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head E'er another such grove shall arise in its stead.
'Tis a sight to engage me if any thing can To muse on the perishing pleasures of Man; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see, Have a Being less durable even than he.
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# The Trials of an Inventor

Serialized article, as published in Once a Week. The Curran Index suggests that the contributor is Lady Henrietta Maria Stanley (1807 - 1895).
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# The Tribes of Burma/Akhas

The Akhas
The Akhas or Kaws of the hills of Kengtung are, if language is any criterion, Tibeto-Burmans. Their speech has been classified as such. There is no trace of Mon Khmer in their composition, nor have any valid grounds been shown for placing them in the same category as the Karens. They differ in many wavs from their neighbours the Lahus, but it is almost indubitable that they come from the same stock, though it is probable that they are more closely connected with the Pannas and Lotes of Trans-Mekong territory. There are a few Akhas in French territory beyond the Mekong, but it is believed that the great bulk of the tribe are found in the Kengtung State between the Mekong and the Salween. In 1901 they, with the Akhos, a branch of the main tribe, numbered 27,526. None were enumerated in Burma outside the limits of Kengtung. For a description of the Akhas a reference is invited to the authorities quoted on page 87. They are a swarthy stalwart tribe, dull but peaceable. They mix and intermarry with the Chinese to an extent remarkable among these eastern hill dwellers and have hitherto been best known ​to those who have not lived among them by their women's dress, which with its abbreviated skirt, leggings and bamboo head-dress, is very distinctive, Missionary work has extended of late years into the Akha country, but apparently, the Akhas are not as ready to embrace the Christian faith as the Lahus.
# The Tribes of Burma/Bibliographical notes

BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTES.
NOTE.
The conditions under which these notes were prepared made it impossible for the compiler to undertake an exhaustive survey of authorities. All that he has attempted to give is a general idea of where information regarding any tribe the reader may be interested in is to be found.
# The Tribes of Burma/Bibliographical notes/Kadus
#### THE KADUS.

| Serial No. | Head. | Brief description. | Authority. | Page. |
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
| 1 | Present habitat. | Katha and Upper Chindwin Districts of Upper Burma. | Burma Census Report, 1901, Part I. Katha Settlement Report, 1906. | 127 8 |
| 2 | Origin ... | Probably hybrid, composed of Burmese, Shan, Kachin and Chin elements. Two stocks—Chingyan and Mahamyaing. | Burma Census Report, 1901, Part I Burma Census Report, 1891, Vol. I. Katha Settlement Report, 1906. Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Part I. | 127 198 8 569 |
| 3 | Political and social divisions. | Apwa and Ama of Ganan. Chingyans and Mahamyaings, six septs referred to. | Burma Census Report, 1901, Part I. Katha Settlement Report, 1906. Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Parti. | 127 8 570 |
| 4 | Allied tribes | Shans, Kachins, Chins. Possibly connected with the Tamans of the Upper Chindwin District. | Burma Census Report, 1901, Part I. | 128 |
| 5 | Language and dialects. | Mixture of Burmese, Shan, Kachin and Chin. Connection witl the language of the Saks or Thets. | Burma Census Report, 1901, Part I. Burma Census Report, 1891, Vol. I. Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Part I. | 127 147 571, 691 |
| 6 | Religion ... | Buddhism. Also nat worship. Veneration of great nat of Maingthon mountain. | Katha Settlement Report, 1906. Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Part 1. | 9 571 |
| 7 | Marriage customs and ceremonies. | Bride demanded from nat of the house. Pickled fish hung on the king-post, etc. | Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Part I. | 571 |
| 8 | Position of women. | Low position of women | Katha Settlement Report, 1906. | 8 |
| 9 | Clothing ... | Men wear Burmese costume. Women wear dark blue or black jacket, petticoat and head cloth. | Burma Census Report, 1901, Part I. Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I Part I. | 127 570 |
| 10 | Painting and tattooing. | Teeth-staining | Burma Census Report, 1901, Part I. | 128 |
| 11 | Agriculture... | Paddy, tea, etc. | Katha Settlement Report, 1906. Upper Burma Gazetteer. Vol. I, Part I. | 24 571 |
| 12 | Habitations... | Villages built on spurs of hills above cultivation. | Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Part I. | 571 |
| 13 | Government... | Insignia of headman's office; method (ancient) of selecting headman. | Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Part I. | 574 |
| 14 | Morals and character, | Hard-working and energetic, stubborn. | Katha Settlement Report, 1906. Upper Burma Gazetteer, Vol. I, Part I. | 8 571 |
| 15 | Property ... | Communal tenures of land. | Katha Settlement Report, 1906. | 16 |
| 16 | Trade ... | Paddy trade ... | Katha Settlement Report, 1906. | 8 |
# The Shaving of Shagpat (1909)

THE WORKS OF
GEORGE MEREDITH
MEMORIAL EDITION
VOLUME
I
GEORGE MEREDITH
THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT
AN ARABIAN ENTERTAINMENT
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1909
Copyright, 1898, BY GEORGE MEREDITH
CONTENTS
PAGE
ILLUSTRATIONS
From a photograph by Alvin Langdon Coburn, taken October, 1904.
From a drawing by Patten Wilson.
From a drawing by Patten Wilson.
This cottage stands on the Village Green, and was the author's home at the time when he was writing The Shaving of Shagpat.
THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT
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# The Singers' Companion/The Boatie Rows

THE BOATIE ROWS.
O weel may the boatie row, And better may she speed; And liesome may the boatie row That wins the bairns’ bread; The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows indeed; And weel may the boatie row, That wins my bairns’ bread.
When Jamie vow’d he wad be mine And wan frae me my heart, O muckle lighter grew my creel, He swore we’d never part: The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows, fu’ weel, And muckle lighter is the load, When love bears up the creel.
​There Sawney, Jock, and Janetie Are up and gotten lair; They’ll help to gar the boatie row, And lighten a’ our care. The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows fu’ weel, And lightsome be her heart that bears The murlain and the creel.
And when wi’ age we’re worn down, And hirpling round the door, They’ll help to keep us dry and warm, As we did them before; Then weel may the boatie row, She wins the bairns’ bread; And happy be the lot o’ a’, That wish the boatie speed.
# The Singers' Companion/The Minute Gun at Sea

THE MINUTE GUN AT SEA.
When in the storm, on Albions coast, The night watch guards his wary post, From thoughts of danger free, He marks some vessel’s dusky form, And hears amid the howling storm, The minute gun at sea, The minute gun at sea, And hears amid the howling storm, The minute gun at sea.
Swift on the shore a hardy few The life-boat man with a gallant crew, And dare the dang'rous wave; ​Through the wild surf they cleave there way, Lost in the foam, nor know dismay—— For they go the crew to save, For they go the crew to save, Lost in the foam, nor know dismay—— For they go the crew to save.
But O, what raptures fill each breast Of the hopeless crew of the ship distress’d; When landed safe, what joys to tell Of all the dangers that befell?—— Then is heard no more, By the watch on the shore. Then is heard no more, by the watch on the shore. The minute gun at sea.
# The Singers' Companion/The Swiss Boy

THE SWISS BOY.
Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy! Take thy pail, and to labour away, Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy! Take thy pail, and to labour away. The sun is up, with ruddy beam, The kine are thronging to the stream. Come, arouse thee, &c.
Am not I, am not I, say, a merry Swiss boy, When l hie to the mountain away? Am not I, am not I, say, a merry Swiss boy, When I hie to the mountain away? For there a shepherd maiden dear, Awaits my song with listening ear. Am not I, &c.
Then at night, then at night, O, a gay Swiss boy! I’m away to my comrades, away. Then at night, then at night, O, a gay Swiss boy! I’m away to my comrades, away. The cup we fill, the wine is passed, In friendship round, untill at last, With “Good night,” and “Good night,” goes the happy Swiss boy To his home and his slumbers away.
# The Slithering Shadow

First published in Weird Tales, September 1933. Alternative title: "Xuthal of the Dusk". Issue renewed under the number R269997.
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# The Strength of the Strong (London collection)

* The Strength of the Strong
* South of the Slot
* The Unparalleled Invasion
* The Enemy of All the World
* The Dream of Debs
* The Sea-Farmer
* Samuel
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# The Strength of the Strong

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* "The Strength of the Strong", a short story by Jack London, first published in 1911
* "The Strength of the Strong" , a collection of short stories by Jack London, first published in 1914
# The White People

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# The White Peacock/front matter

* “THE WHITE PEACOCK”
* By D. H. LAWRENCE
* “A book of real distinction both of style and thought. Many of the descriptive passages have an almost lyrical charm and the characterisation is generally speaking deft and life-like. ‘The White Peacock’ is a book not only worth reading but worth reckoning with, for we are inclined to think the author has come to stay.”—The Morning Post.
* “That it has elements of greatness few will deny. Mr. Heinemann is, once again, to be congratulated on a writer of promise.”—The Observer.
# The White People (Burnett)

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THE
WHITE PEOPLE
BY
Frances Hodgson Burnett
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ELIZABETH SHIPPEN GREEN
TO LIONEL
"The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me."

#### Contents

* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
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# The Songs that Quinte Sang/Two Roses

Two Roses.
High on a lofty mountain One blossomed in beauty rare, The other bloomed in a valley, And both were sweet and fair.
But the longing eyes of the maiden Were fixed on the heights above, “I will gather Fame’s fairest roses, There is time enough for love.”
And she climbed the rugged mountain Though the task was hard and long, Though the path proved steep and weary, For her heart was brave and strong.
But the sharp thorns wounded sorely As she grasped the longed-for prize, And she could not see its beauty For the tears that dimmed her eyes.
But her heart grew soft and tender Amid all her pain and woe, As she thought of the fair, sweet flower In the pleasant vale below.
But, alas, even while she tarried Far up on the mountain side, The beautiful rose in the valley Had faded away and died.
# The Songs that Quinte Sang/Unanswered Prayers

Unanswered Prayers.
I asked for Love, God would not grant my prayer; I prayed for Fame, and still He said me nay; I could not understand His loving care, That what He did was for my good alway.
And so I murmured at the stern decree, Rebellious anger swelling in my breast; He smiled forgiveness as He said to me: “My child, all that I do is for the best.”
And now my heart is cold to Love’s sweet voice; Ambition’s flame lies lifeless in my breast; Nor Love, nor Fame can make my heart rejoice— The only boon I ask of God is Rest.
My prayer is yet unanswered, but I know That God knows best how much my heart can bear; When it hath borne the allotted share of woe I know that he will hearken to my prayer.
His time and justice I can safely bide Knowing that He will grant me this request, And all Life’s longings will be satisfied In that sweet hour when God will give me Rest.
# The Sorcerer's Apprentice

English-language translations of Der Zauberlehrling include:
* "The Apprentice" translated by William Taylor (1830) (external scan)
* "The Pupil in Magic" translated anonymously (1832)
* "The Magician's Apprentice" translated by Sutherland Menzies (1839)