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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Wolfe, Charles

​Wolfe, Charles (1791-1823).—Poet, s. of a landed gentleman in Kildare, was b. in Dublin, where he completed his ed. at Trinity Coll., having previously been at Winchester. He took orders, and was Rector of Donoughmere, but his health failed and he d. of consumption at 32. He is remembered for one short but universally known and admired poem, The Burial of Sir John Moore, which first appeared anonymously in the Newry Telegraph in 1817.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Woolner, Thomas

​Woolner, Thomas (1826-1892).—Sculptor and poet, b. at Hadleigh, attained a high reputation as a sculptor. He belonged to the pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, and contributed poems to their magazine, the Germ. He wrote several vols. of poetry, including: My Beautiful Lady (1863), Pygmalion, Silenus, Tiresias, and Nelly Dale. He had a true poetic gift, though better known by his portrait busts.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Woolman, John

​Woolman, John (1720-1772).—Quaker diarist, b. at Burlington, New Jersey, began life as a farm labourer, and then became a clerk in a store. He underwent deep religious impressions, and the latter part of his life was devoted to itinerant preaching and ​doing whatever good came to his hand. To support himself he worked as a tailor. He was one of the ﬁrst to witness against the evils of slavery, on which he wrote a tract, Some Considerations on the Keeping of Negroes (1753). His Journal "reveals his life and character with rare ﬁdelity" and, though little known compared with some similar works, gained the admiration of, among other writers, Charles Lamb, who says, "Get the writings of John Woolman by heart." In I772 he went to England, where he d. of smallpox in the same year.
# A Picturebook Without Pictures

English-language translations of Billedbog uden Billeder include:
* "A Picture-Book without Pictures" in A Picture-Book without Pictures and Other Stories (1848), translated by Mary Howitt
* "What the Moon Saw" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "What the Moon Saw" in The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899), translated by Mary Howitt, illustrated by Helen Stratton
* "A Picture-book without Pictures" in Fairy Tales and Other Stories (1914), translated by W. A. Craigie and J. K. Craigie
* "What the Moon Saw" in Fairy Tales from Hans Christian Andersen (1914), translated by unknown translator, illustrated by Dugald Stewart Walker
# A Pipe of Tobacco

A Pipe of Tobacco in Imitation of Six Several Authors
* Imitation I [of Colley Cibber]
* Imitation II [of Ambrose Philips]
* Imitation III [of James Thomson]
* Imitation IV [of Edward Young]
* Imitation V [of Alexander Pope]
* Imitation VI [of Jonathan Swift]
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# A Pipe of Tobacco/I

Recitativo
Old Battle-array big with Horror is fled,
And Olive-rob’d Peace again lifts up her Head: Sing, ye Muses, Tobacco, the Blessing of Peace; Was ever a Nation so blessed as this!
Air
When Summer Suns grow red with Heat
Tobacco tempers Phoebus' Ire; When Wintry Storms around us beat, Tobacco chears with gentle Fire. Yellow Autumn, youthful Spring, In thy Praises jointly sing.
Recitativo
Like Neptune, Caesar guards Virginian Fleets,
Fraught with Tobacco’s balmy Sweets; Old Ocean trembles at Britannia’s Pow’r, And Boreas is afraid to roar.
Air
Happy Mortal! he who knows
Pleasure which a Pipe bestows; Curling Eddies climb the Room, Wafting round a mild Perfume.
Recitativo
Let foreign Climes the Vine and Orange boast,
While Wastes of War deform the teeming Coast; Britannia, distant from each hostile Sound. Enjoys a Pipe, with Ease and Freedom crown'd: E’en restless Faction finds itself most free, Or if a Slave, a Slave to Liberty.
Air
Smiling Years that gayly run
Round the Zodiac with the Sun, Tell, if ever you have seen Realms so quiet and serene. British Sons no longer now Hurl the Bar, or twang the Bow, Nor of Crimson Combat think, But securely smoke and drink.
Chorus
Smiling Years, that gayly run
Round the Zodiac with the Sun; Tell, if ever you have seen Realms so quiet and serene.
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# A Picture-Book without Pictures and Other Stories/The Real Princess

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New York: C. S. Francis & C.o, 252 Broadway, pages 173–175
THE REAL PRINCESS.
There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife.
One evening a fearful tempest arose, it thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down from the sky in torrents: besides, it was as dark as pitch. All at once there was heard a violent knocking at the door, and the ​old King, the Prince’s father, went out himself to open it.
It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain and the wind, she was in a sad condition; the water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She said she was a real Princess.
“Ah! we shall soon see that!” thought the old Queen-mother; however, she said not a word of what she was going to do; but went quietly into the bed-room, took all the bed-clothes off the bed, and put three little peas on the bedstead. She then laid twenty mattrasses one upon another over the three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the mattrasses.
Upon this bed the Princess was to pass the night.
The next morning she was asked how she had slept. “Oh, very badly indeed!” she replied. “I have scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through. I do not know what was in my bed, but I had something hard under me, and am all over black and blue. It has hurt me so much!”
Now it was plain that the lady must be a ​real Princess, since she had been able to feel the three little peas through the twenty mattrasses and twenty feather beds. None but a real Princess could have had such a delicate sense of feeling.
The Prince accordingly made her his wife; being now convinced that he had found a real Princess. The three peas were however put into the cabinet of curiosities, where they are still to be seen, provided they are not lost.
Was not this lady a real delicacy.
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# A Pier-Head Chorus

From Salt Water Poems and Ballads, published by The Macmillan Co., 1912, p. 51.
Oh I'll be chewing salted horse and biting flinty bread, And dancing with the stars to watch, upon the fo'c's'le head, Hearkening to the bow-wash and the welter of the tread Of a thousand tons of clipper running free.
For the tug has got the tow-rope and will take us to the Downs, Her paddles churn the river-wrack to muddy greens and browns, And I have given river-wrack and all the filth of towns For the rolling, combing cresters of the sea.
We'll sheet the mizzen-royals home and shimmer down the Bay, The sea-line blue with billows, the land-line blurred and grey; The bow-wash will be piling high and thrashing into spray, As the hooker's fore-foot tramples down the swell.
She'll log a giddy seventeen and rattle out the reel, The weight of all the run-out line will be a thing to feel, As the bacca-quidding shell-back shambles aft to take the wheel, And the sea-sick little middy strikes the bell.
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# A Pilgrim's Way

First published in Reveille, August, 1918.
I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way, Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray. If these are added, I rejoice—if not, I shall not mind, So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.  For as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!)  The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright (Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right), And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred (Though ninety-nine per cent. of mine I brought on my own head).  And, Amorite or Eremite, or General Averagee,  The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
And when they bore me overmuch, I will not shake mine ears, Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored to tears. And when they labour to impress, I will not doubt nor scoff; Since I myself have done no less and—sometimes pulled it off.  Yea, as we are and we are not, and we pretend to be,  The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
And when they work me random wrong, as oftentimes hath been, I will not cherish hate too long (my hands are none too clean). And when they do me random good I will not feign surprise. No more than those whom I have cheered with wayside charities.  But, as we give and as we take—whate'er our takings be—  The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
But when I meet with frantic folk who sinfully declare There is no pardon for their sin, the same I will not spare Till I have proved that Heaven and Hell which in our hearts we have Show nothing irredeemable on either side of the grave.  For as we live and as we die—if utter Death there be—  The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
Deliver me from every pride—the Middle, High, and Low— That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show. And purge me from all heresies of thought and speech and pen That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. Amen! That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company, That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree, To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly (Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbor be) This single faith in Life and Death and to Eternity: "The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!"
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# A Picture Song

How may this little tablet feign the features of a face, Which o’er-informs with loveliness its proper share of space; Or human hands on ivory enable us to see The charms, that all must wonder at, thou work of gods, in thee!
But yet, methinks, that sunny smile familiar stories tells, And I should know those placid eyes, two shaded crystal wells; Nor can my soul, the limner's art attesting with a sigh, Forget the blood that deck'd thy cheek, as rosy clouds the sky.
They could not semble what thou art, more excellent than fair, As soft as sleep or pity is, and pure as mountain air; But here are common, earthly hues, to such an aspect wrought, That none, save thine, can seem so like the beautiful of thought.
The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's frozen sea arrived the icy spot, Where men's magnetic feelings show their guiding task forgot.   The sportive hopes that used to chase their shifting shadows on, Like children playing in the sun, are gone—for ever gone; And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mind, Like Janus, when his gates are shut, looks forward and behind.   Apollo placed his harp, of old, awhile upon a stone, Which has resounded since, when struck, a breaking harp string's tone; And thus my heart, though wholly now from early softness free, If touch'd, will yield the music yet, it first received of thee.
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# A Practical Treatise on Brewing/Appendix/Caping on for Small Beer

CAPING ON FOR SMALL BEER.
It is a common practice with many brewers, after having made a certain proportion of ale, to make small beer from the same malt. To assist the ​small beer, or make it better, they sprinkle over the same mash an additional quantity of fresh malt, and again proceed with the mashing as before; this is called caping on for the small beer.
This manner of caping on, however, is by no means the most proﬁtable mode of proceeding, as the new malt will not give so good an extract as when differently treated. The small quantity of new malt, instead of being sprinkled on the former mash, should, in the first place, be mashed regularly by itself, as if intended for a separate brewing; and, when the extract is fully formed, should be thrown into the mash-tun with the other malt, and the mashing be then proceeded with as usual. The fresh malt when treated in this way will be found to be more productive, and give a better extract, than when sprinkled over without mashing. This mode of treatment may be managed with but very little trouble. The small quantity of fresh malt used may be placed in an open-headed butt or puncheon, or whatever other cask may be found suitable, and the mashing be then proceeded with as usual. When the extract is thoroughly made, it may be thrown into the tun; or, to save time, the little mash may be made while the last tap or worts are running from the mash-tun. These little improvements, which are but seldom thought of, will be found to be well worth the trifling extra trouble they require.
# A Practical Treatise on Brewing/Appendix/Conclusion

CONCLUSION.
By the formulæ already given, any one capable of making common calculations may conduct a brewing with any quantity of malt, from one quarter to four hundred, on precisely the same plan. They, however, who are in the practice of brewing on a great scale, need no instructions for calculating.
All kinds of irregular fermentation have been so minutely described, as to place it in the power of every brewer to know the indications of unsoundness, whenever they may appear; it has therefore been thought unnecessary to trace an irregular fermentation through all its stages. The only mode of avoiding it is to detect and remove the causes which induce irregularities. That this can be accomplished by those who have properly directed their minds to the subject, there cannot be the slightest doubt.
The process of brewing porter or stout may be conducted in precisely the same manner as brewing ale; the difference in flavour proceeds entirely from the brown and roasted malt used in making brown beer.
It has been already stated, that it is impossible to describe, by writing, certain aromas and ​appearances, denoting soundness or the contrary, which take place in the process of brewing, but particularly during fermentation, so as to make them intelligible to any one who is not already thoroughly acquainted with them, or who may not have had an opportunity of having them practically pointed out.
THE END.
# A Practical Treatise on Brewing

4th ed.
A
PRACTICAL TREATISE
ON
BREWING,
BASED
ON CHEMICAL AND ECONOMICAL PRINCIPLES;
WITH
FORMULÆ FOR PUBLIC BREWERS,
AND INSTRUCTIONS FOR
Private Families.
BY WILLIAM BLACK,
PRACTICAL BREWER.
FOURTH EDITION.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR
LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, AND LONGMANS,
PATERNOSTER-ROW.
1849.
London Spottiswoodes and Shaw, New-street-square
Dedication of the Third Edition.
TO
THOMAS GRAHAM, ESQ.,
PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN THE LONDON UNIVERSITY,
F. R. S., &c. &c.,
This Work is Dedicated,
AS A TESTIMONY OF
HIGH RESPECT FOR HIS PROFESSIONAL ABILITIES,
AND ESTEEM FOR HIS PRIVATE WORTH,
BY
HIS OBLIGED AND FAITHFUL FRIEND,
THE AUTHOR.
PREFACE
TO THE THIRD EDITION.
The success of two Editions of the Treatise on Brewing, has encouraged the Author to offer to the Public a Third Edition, carefully revised and corrected. A considerable quantity of important matter has also been added, which has had the beneﬁt of being revised by Professor Graham, of the London University, whose eminence in the science of Chemistry is universally acknowledged. In no instance does the Author refer to the opinions of others: all the information which he communicates being derived entirely from his own practical experience, in all parts of the United Kingdom.
CONTENTS.
* BARLEY
* MALTING.
* MALT.
* MALT—(continued)
* ELECTRICITY.
* BREWERY.
* MASHING.
* TAPS.
* BOILING.
* COOLING.
* LENGTHS AND GRAVITIES.
* RAW OR RETURN WORTS.
* REFRIGERATORS.
* TUN ROOMS.
* YEAST.
* FERMENTATION.
* FERMENTATION—(continued)
* STOCK BEER.
* FININGS.
APPENDIX.
* FORMULÆ.
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# A Toad, can die of Light—

A Toad, can die of Light — Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men — Of Earl and Midge The privilege — Why swagger, then? The Gnat's supremacy is large as Thine —
Life — is a different Thing — So measure Wine — Naked of Flask — Naked of Cask — Bare Rhine — Which Ruby's mine?
# A Toast to Wilkie Collins

February 16, 1874
The painter's and the poet's fame Shed their twinned lustre round his name, To gild our story-teller's art, Where each in turn must play his part.
What scenes from Wilkie's pencil sprung, The minstrel saw but left unsung! What shapes the pen of Collins drew, No painter clad in living hue!
But on our artist's shadowy screen A stranger miracle is seen Than priest unveils or pilgrim seeks,— The poem breathes, the picture speaks!
And so his double name comes true, They christened better than they knew, And Art proclaims him twice her son,— Painter and poet, both in one.
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# A Topographical Description of the State of Ohio, Indiana Territory, and Louisiana

A
TOPOGRAPHICAL DESCRIPTION
OF THE
STATE OF OHIO,
INDIANA TERRITORY, AND LOUISIANA.
COMPREHENDING
THE OHIO AND MISSISSIPPI RIVERS,
AND THEIR PRINCIPAL TRIBUTARY STREAMS :
The face of the country, soils, waters, natural productions, animal, vegetable, and mineral ; towns, villages, settlements and improvements :
AND
A CONCISE ACCOUNT OF THE INDIAN TRIBES WEST OF THE MISSISSIPPI.
TO WHICH IS ADDED,
AN INTERESTING JOURNAL OF MR. CHAS. LE RAYE,
While a captive with the Sioux nation, on the waters of the Missouri river.
BY A LATE OFFICER IN THE U.S. ARMY.
BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY CHARLES WILLIAMS J. Beleher, Printer. 1812.
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# A Tombless Epitaph

First published in The Friend, 23rd November, 1809
* A Tombless Epitaph, in Sibylline Leaves (1817)
* A Tombless Epitaph (unsourced)
# A Tomb in Tuscany

"In Montepulciano fair"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1898), "A Tomb in Tuscany" in Poems.
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "A Tomb in Tuscany" in Poems II.
# A Tombless Epitaph (unsourced)

"T is true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends, Masking his birth-name, wont to character His wild-wood fancy and impetuous zeal,) `Tis true that, passionate for ancient truths, And honouring with religious love the Great Of elder times, he hated to excess, With an unquiet and intolerant scorn, The hollow Puppets of an hollow Age, Ever idolatrous, and changing ever Its worthless Idols ! Learning, Power, and Time, (Too much of all) thus wasting in vain war Of fervid colloquy. Sickness, `tis true, Whole years of weary days, besieged him close, Even to the gates and inlets of his life ! But it is true, no less, that strenuous, firm, And with a natural gladness, he maintained The citadel unconquered, and in joy Was strong to follow the delightful Muse. For not a hidden path, that to the shades Of the beloved Parnassian forest leads, Lurked undiscovered by him ; not a rill There issues from the fount of Hippocrene, But he had traced it upward to its source, Through open glade, dark glen, and secret dell, Knew the gay wild flowers on its banks, and culled Its med`cinable herbs. Yea, oft alone, Piercing the long-neglected holy cave, The haunt obscure of old Philosophy, He bade with lifted torch its starry walls Sparkle, as erst they sparkled to the flame Of odorous lamps tended by Saint and Sage. O framed for calmer times and nobler hearts ! O studious Poet, eloquent for truth ! Philosopher ! contemning wealth and death, Yet docile, childlike, full of Life and Love ! Here, rather than on monumental stone, This record of thy worth thy Friend inscribes, Thoughtful, with quiet tears upon his cheek.
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# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Drew, George

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​DREW. (Commander, 1843. f-p., 32; h-p., 12.)
George Drew is elder brother of Lieut. Fred. Drew, R.N.
This officer entered the Navy, 30 .July, 1803, as Ordinary, on board the Hecate, Lieut.-Commander Parsons; and from the following November, until Sept. 1810, served under the late Lord Torrington, as Midshipman of the Texel 64, Malabar 50, and Belliqueux 64. In the latter ship he assisted at the reduction of the Cape of Good Hope in Jan. 1806, and was present at the capture and destruction, 27 Nov. following, of a Dutch frigate, seven brigs of war, and about 20 armed and other merchant-vessels, in Batavia Roads. On leaving the Belliqueux, Mr. Drew became successively Master’s Mate and Acting-Lieutenant of the Russel 74, flag-ship of Vice-Admiral Wm. O’Brien Drury, the Caroline 36, Capt. Christopher Cole, and the Procris 18; in one ot which two last-mentioned vessels he served at the reduction of Java, in Aug. 1811. He invalided home towards the close of the same year; and, being officially promoted, 8 May, 1812, was afterwards appointed – 30 Jan. 1813, and 18 Oct. 1814, to the Royal Sovereign 100, and Centaur 74, both commanded by Capt. Thos. Gordon Caulfeild, with whom he served on the Mediterranean and Cape of Good Hope stations, until May, 1816 – 1 April, 1822, to the Ordinary at Sheerness – 5 March, 1825, to the Coast Blockade, in which he officiated for six years as Supernumerary-Lieutenant of the Hyperion, Ramillies, and Talavera, Capts. Wm. Jas. Mingaye and Hugh Pigot – 15 April, 1831, to the Coast Guard – and 24 Feb. 1838, to the command of the Harpy Revenue-cruizer. He was promoted from the latter vessel to the rank he now holds 11 Jan. 1843; but has not since been officially afloat.
Commander Drew is at present employed as Superintendent of Convicts at Van Diemen’s Land.