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# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Rabbi Ishmael

RABBI ISHMAEL
“Rabbi Ishmael Ben Elisha said, Once I entered into the Holy of Holies [as High Priest] to burn incense, when I saw Aktriel [the Divine Crown] Jah, Lord of Hosts, sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, who said unto me, ‘Ishmael, my son, bless me.’ I answered, ‘May it please Thee to make Thy compassion prevail over Thine anger; may it be revealed above Thy other attributes; mayest Thou deal with Thy children according to it, and not according to the strict measure of judgment.’ It seemed to me that He bowed His head, as though to answer Amen to my blessing.”—Talmud (Berachôth, i. f. 6 b.).
The Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe and sin Of the world heavy upon him, entering in The Holy of Holies, saw an awful Face With terrible splendor filling all the place. “O Ishmael Ben Elisha!” said a voice, “What seekest thou? What blessing is thy choice?” And, knowing that he stood before the Lord, Within the shadow of the cherubim, Wide-winged between the blinding light and him, He bowed himself, and uttered not a word, But in the silence of his soul was prayer: “O Thou Eternal! I am one of all, And nothing ask that others may not share. Thou art almighty; we are weak and small, And yet Thy children: let Thy mercy spare!” Trembling, he raised his eyes, and in the place Of the insufferable glory, lo! a face Of more than mortal tenderness, that bent Graciously down in token of assent, And, smiling, vanished! With strange joy elate, The wondering Rabbi sought the temple’s gate. Radiant as Moses from the Mount, he stood And cried aloud unto the multitude: “O Israel, hear! The Lord our God is good! Mine eyes have seen His glory and His grace; Beyond His judgments shall His love endure; The mercy of the All Merciful is sure!”
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Raphael

RAPHAEL
Suggested by the portrait of Raphael, at the age of fifteen.
I shall not soon forget that sight: The glow of Autumn’s westering day, A hazy warmth, a dreamy light, On Raphael’s picture lay.
It was a simple print I saw, The fair face of a musing boy; Yet, while I gazed, a sense of awe Seemed bending with my joy.
A single print,—the graceful flow Of boyhood’s soft and wavy hair, And fresh young lip and cheek, and brow Unmarked and clear, were there.
Yet through its sweet and calm repose I saw the inward spirit shine; It was as if before me rose The white veil of a shrine.
As if, as Gothland’s sage has told, The hidden life, the man within, Dissevered from its frame and mould, By mortal eye were seen.
Was it the lifting of that eye, The waving of that pictured hand? Loose as a could-wreath on the sky, I saw the walls expand.
The narrow room had vanished,—space, Broad, luminous, remained alone, Through which all hues and shapes of grace And beauty looked or shone.
Around the mighty master came The marvels which his pencil wrought, Those miracles of power whose fame Is wide as human thought.
There drooped thy more than mortal face, O Mother, beautiful and mild! Enfolding in one dear embrace Thy Saviour and thy Child!
The rapt brow of the Desert John; The awful glory of that day When all the Father’s brightness shone Through manhood’s veil of clay.
And, midst gray prophet forms, and wild Dark visions of the days of old, How sweetly woman’s beauty smiled Through locks of brown and gold!
There Fornarina’s fair young face Once more upon her lover shone, Whose model of an angel’s grace He borrowed from her own.
Slow passed that vision from my view, But not the lesson which it taught; The soft, calm shadows which it threw Still rested on my thought:
The truth, that painter, bard, and sage, Even in Earth’s cold and changeful clime, Plant for their deathless heritage The fruits and flowers of time.
We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future’s atmosphere With sunshine or with shade.
The tissue of the Life to be We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown.
Still shall the soul around it call The shadows which it gathered here, And, painted on the eternal wall, The Past shall reappear.
Think ye the notes of holy song On Milton’s tuneful ear have died? Think ye that Raphael’s angel throng Has vanished from his side?
Oh no!—We live our life again; Or warmly touched, or coldly dim, The pictures of the Past remain,— Man’s works shall follow him!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Red Riding-Hood

RED RIDING-HOOD
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep, Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap; The wind that through the pine-trees sung The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung; While, through the window, frosty-starred, Against the sunset purple barred, We saw the sombre crow flap by, The hawk’s gray fleck along the sky, The crested blue-jay flitting swift, The squirrel poising on the drift, Erect, alert, his broad gray tail Set to the north wind like a sail.
It came to pass, our little lass, With flattened face against the glass, And eyes in which the tender dew Of pity shone, stood gazing through The narrow space her rosy lips Had melted from the frost’s eclipse: “Oh, see,” she cried, “the poor blue-jays! What is it that the black crow says? The squirrel lifts his little legs Because he has no hands, and begs; He ’s asking for my nuts, I know: May I not feed them on the snow?”
Half lost within her boots, her head Warm-sheltered in her hood of red, Her plaid skirt close about her drawn, She floundered down the wintry lawn; Now struggling through the misty veil Blown round her by the shrieking gale; Now sinking in a drift so low Her scarlet hood could scarcely show Its dash of color on the snow.
She dropped for bird and beast forlorn Her little store of nuts and corn, And thus her timid guests bespoke: “Come, squirrel, from your hollow oak,— Come, black old crow,—come, poor blue-jay, Before your supper ’s blown away! Don’t be afraid, we all are good; And I ’m mamma's Red Riding-Hood!”
O Thou whose care is over all, Who heedest even the sparrow’s fall, Keep in the little maiden’s breast The pity which is now its guest! Let not her cultured years make less The childhood charm of tenderness, But let her feel as well as know, Nor harder with her polish grow! Unmoved by sentimental grief That wails along some printed leaf, But prompt with kindly word and deed To own the claims of all who need, Let the grown woman’s self make good The promise of Red Riding-Hood!
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Hartmann, Moritz

Edition of 1920. See also Moritz Hartmann on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HARTMANN, Moritz, Austrian poet and novelist: b. Duschnik, Bohemia, 15 Oct. 1821; d. Vienna, 13 May 1872. He was educated at Prague and Vienna and taught in Vienna till 1844, when he left the country on account of his political liberalism. Upon his return to Austria he was imprisoned but released by the Revolution of March 1848. He sat in the Frankfort Parliament of 1848 but fled from Vienna to escape imprisonment and took part in the ‘Rump Parliament’ at Stuttgart. From 1849-68 he was in voluntary exile in foreign countries; was Paris correspondent of the Kölnische Zeitung and represented it in Crimea during the Russo-Turkish War; in 1860 lectured on German history and letters in the Academy at Geneva; and in 1865 became one of the editors of the Neue Freie Presse. He wrote ‘Kelch und Schwert’ (184S); ‘Neure Gedichte’ (1847); ‘Reimchronik des Pfaffen Marizius’ (1849); ‘Der Krieg um den Wald’ (18S0); ‘Schatten’ (1851); ‘Adam and Eve’ (1851); ‘Tagebuch aus der Provence und Languedoc’ (1853); ‘Briefe aus Irland’; ‘Der Gefangene von Chillon’ (1863); ‘Die letzen Tage eines Königs’ (1866); ‘Nach der Natur’ (1866); ‘Die Diomanten der Baronin’ (1868), etc. His select poems were edited in 1874 and his works in 1873-74 (10 vols.).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Hartranft, Chester David

Edition of 1920. See also Chester David Hartranft on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HARTRANFT, här'trănft, Chester David, American educator; b. Frederick Township, Montgomery County, Pa., 15 Oct. 1839. He was educated at the University of Pennsylvania in 1861 and at the New Brunswick Theological Seminary in 1864; was pastor of the Dutch Reformed church at South Bushwick, N. Y., in 1864-66, and of that in New Brunswick, N. J., in 1866-78. In 1879 he was appointed professor of ecclesiastical history at the Hartford Theological Seminary; in 1888 was elected its president, and held the chair of Biblical theology 1892-97 and of ecclesiastical dogmatics from 1897 to 1903. He resigned the presidency in 1903 to engage in literary work in Germany. He was at one time president of the Conservatory of Music at New Brunswick, N. J.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Harvard

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HARVARD, Ill., a city and important railway junction in Chemung Township, McHenry County, at the intersection of three divisions of the Chicago and Northern Railroad, 63 miles northwest of Chicago. It has city waterworks, railroad repair shops, a malthouse and brewery, manufactures of agricultural implements, wagons and carriages and grist and woolen mills. Pop. 3,008.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Harvard, John

Edition of 1920. See also John Harvard (clergyman) on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HARVARD, John, American clergyman, founder of Harvard University: b. England, probably in Middlesex, 1607; d. Charlestown, Mass., 24 Sept. 1638. He was entered as a pensioner at the University of Cambridge in 1628, was graduated B.A. in 1631-32, and M.A. in 1635, and having emigrated to America was made a freeman of the colony of Massachusetts, 2 Nov. 1637. The following year, as appears from the town records, a portion of land was set off for him in Charlestown, where he exercised the ministry. In April 1638, he was appointed one of a committee “to consider of some things tending toward a body of laws.” These are the only particulars known of his life. His property at his death was worth about £1,600, one-half of which he gave for the erection of the institution which bears his name; but part of this bequest, it is said, was diverted from its original purpose. He also left to the college a library of more than 300 volumes, indicating in their selection the taste and skill of a scholar. A monument to his memory was erected in the burial ground of Charlestown by the alumni of the university, and inaugurated with an address by Edward Everett, 26 Sept. 1828. See Harvard University.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Haupt, Lewis Muhlenberg

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HAUPT, Lewis Muhlenberg, American engineer: b. Gettysburg, Pa., 21 March 1844. He was educated at Harvard and West Point. From 1872 to 1892 he was professor of civil engineering in the University of Pennsylvania, and for the year ending 1886 edited the Engineering Register. From 1897 to 1902 he was a member of the Nicaraguan and the Isthmian Canal commissions. His published works include ‘Working Drawings and How to Make and Use Them’ (1881); ‘Canals and Their Economic Relation to Transportation’ (1890); ‘A Move for Better Roads’ (1891); ‘The Transportation Crisis’; ‘The Nation and the Waterways’; ‘Mississippi River Problems’; ‘The New York Entrance,’ and many other pamphlets and contributions to engineering. He is the inventor of the ‘Reaction Breakwater’ for creating channels through ocean bars.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Hartranft, John Frederick

Edition of 1920. See also John F. Hartranft on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HARTRANFT, John Frederick, American soldier: b. New Hanover, Pa., 16 Dec. 1830; d. Norristown, Pa., 17 Oct. 1889. He was graduated at Union College in 1853, and in 18S9 was admitted to the bar. At the outbreak of the Civil War he organized the 51st Pennsylvania regiment, was made its colonel and with it participated in Burnside's expedition to North Carolina (1862). He also commanded the regiment in a charge at Antietam, and at Fredericksburg. In March 1865, he commanded a division of the Ninth corps in their assault on Fort Steadman, and was brevetted major-general. He was elected auditor-general of Pennsylvania in 1865, and re-elected in 1868. From 1872 to 1878 he was governor of Pennsylvania, and thoroughly reorganized the Pennsylvania militia, which from 1879 he commanded, with rank of major-general.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Haw, Battle of the

Edition of 1920. See also Pyle's Massacre on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HAW, Battle of the, in the Revolution, 21 Feb. 1781. Henry Lee had been commissioned by Greene to prevent Tory reinforcements coming to Cornwallis, who had taken position at Hillsboro, and in the course of the movement attempted to surprise Tarleton. Tarleton had moved; but hearing that about 400 Tories under Colonel Pyle were on their way to join him, Lee determined to pass off his own “legion” as Tarleton's and capture them all. Forcing two captured British officers to keep up the deception, he moved forward, with Pickens' and Oldham's companies following, and met two young men who had been sent by Pyle to find Tarleton's camp; he was presented to them as Tarleton, and directed them to have Pyle's men drawn up beside the road while his “weary veterans” passed — his object being to capture and disarm them all. The plan succeeded perfectly till, just as he had taken Pyle's hand, part of the Tories discovered Pickens' militia and saw the trap, and at once fired on the American rear; the latter poured in a volley that killed 90 of the enemy at the first fire, and in the mêlée, despite appeals for quarter, a great number of the rest were killed and the majority wounded. Pyle escaped badly hurt, and the rest of the body dispersed unpursued.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Hawthorn

Edition of 1920. See also Common hawthorn and Crataegus on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HAWTHORN, or WHITE THORN (Cratægus oxyacantha), a small spiny European tree, rising sometimes to the height of 20 to 25 feet, much admired for the beauty of its foliage. The leaves are smooth, shining, more or less deeply lobed, and of a beautiful green color; the flowers are white, sometimes with a reddish tinge disposed in corymbs, and possess an agreeable perfume. The species of Cratægus are all shrubs or small trees, spiny, with red fruit resembling in miniature that of the apple, from which plant they are distinguished chiefly by their seeds, and are arranged with it in the family Malaceæ. In the last 25 years more than a thousand species have been described from North America, but the number of valid species is undoubtedly much lower. When young the hawthorn springs up rapidly, a shoot of a single year being sufficient for a walking-stick. It thus, if well pruned and kept down, quickly grows into a thick and intricately woven hedge.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/LXXXVI Joe

LXXXVI
To Miss Josephine MacLeod
GREY COAT GARDENS,
WESTMINSTER, S.W.,
LONDON,
3rd December, 1896.
DEAR JOE,
Many, many thanks, dear Joe Joe, for your kind invitation; but the Dear God has disposed it this way, viz I am to start for India on the 16th with Captain and Mrs. Sevier and Mr. Goodwin. The Seviers and myself take steamer at Naples. And as there will be four days at Rome, I will look in to say good-bye to Alberta.
Things are in a "hum" here just now; the big hall for the class, 39 Victoria, is full and yet more are coming.
Well, the good old country now calls me; I must go. So good-bye to all projects of visiting Russia this April.
I just set things a-going a little in India and am off again for the ever beautiful U.S. and England etc.
So very kind of you to send Mabel's letter — good news indeed. Only I am a little sorry for poor Fox. However, Mabel escaped him; that is better.
You did not write anything about how things are going on in New York. I hope it is all well there. Poor Cola! is he able now to make a living?
The coming of Goodwin was very opportune, as it captured the lectures here which are being published in a periodical form. Already there have been subscribers enough to cover the expenses.
Three lectures next week, and my London work is finished for this season. Of course, everybody here thinks it foolish to give it up just now the "boom" is on, but the Dear Lord says, "Start for Old India". I obey.
To Frankincense, to Mother, to Holister and everyone else my eternal love and blessings, and with the same for you,
Yours ever sincerely,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/LXXX Dear—

LXXX
To Kripananda
SWITZERLAND,
August, 1896.
DEAR—,
Be you holy and, above all, sincere; and do not for a moment give up your trust in the Lord, and you will see the light. Whatever is truth will remain for ever; whatever is not, none can preserve. We are helped in being born in a time when everything is quickly searched out. Whatever others think or do, lower not your standard of purity, morality, and love of God; above all, beware of all secret organisations. No one who loves God need fear any jugglery. Holiness is the highest and divinest power in earth and in heaven. "Truth alone triumphs, not untruth. Through truth alone is opened the way to God" (Mundaka, III. i. 6). Do not care for a moment who joins hands with you or not, be sure that you touch the hand of the Lord. That is enough. . . .
I went to the glacier of Monte Rosa yesterday and gathered a few hardy flowers growing almost in the midst of eternal snow. I send you one in this letter hoping that you will attain to a similar spiritual hardihood amidst all the snow and ice of this earthly life. . . .
Your dream was very, very beautiful. In dream our souls read a layer of our mind which we do not read in our waking hours, and however unsubstantial imagination may be, it is behind the imagination that all unknown psychic truths lie. Take heart. We will try to do what we can for the good of humanity — the rest depends upon the Lord. . . .
Well, do not be anxious, do not be in a hurry. Slow, persistent and silent work does everything. The Lord is great. We will succeed, my boy. We must. Blessed be His name! . . .
Here in America are no Ashramas. Would there was one! How would I like it and what an amount of good it would do to this country!
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/LX Blessed and Beloved

LX
R.M.S. "BRITANNIC"
BLESSED AND BELOVED (Mr. E. T. Sturdy),
So far the journey has been very beautiful. The purser has been very kind to me and gave me a cabin to myself. The only difficulty is the food — meat, meat, meat. Today they have promised to give me some vegetables.
We are standing at anchor now. The fog is too thick to allow the ship to proceed. So I take this opportunity to write a few letters.
It is a queer fog almost impenetrable though the sun is shining bright and cheerful. Kiss baby for me; and with love and blessings for you and Mrs. Sturdy,
I remain, Yours,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. Kindly convey my love to Miss Müller. I left the night shirt at Avenue Road. So I shall have to do without any until the trunk is brought out of the hold.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/Note

NOTE
Before leaving for the USA, Swamiji used to change his name very often. In earlier years he signed as Narendra or Naren; then for some time as Vividishananda or Sachchidananda. But for the convenience of the readers, these volumes use the more familiar name Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/VII Diwanji Saheb

VII
ELLAPA BALARAM'S HOUSE,
C/O. THAKORE OF LIMDI,
NEUTRAL LINE, POONA,
15th June, 1892.
DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB, (Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai)
It is a long time since I heard from you. I hope I have not offended you anyway. I came down with the Thakore Saheb of Mahabaleshwar, and I am living here with him. I would remain here a week or more and then proceed to Rameshwaram via Hyderabad.
Perhaps by this time every hitch has been removed from your way in Junagad; at least I hope so. I am very anxious to learn about your health, especially that sprain, you know.
I saw your friend the Surti tutor to the Prince of Bhavnagar. He is a perfect gentleman. It was quite a privilege to make his acquaintance; he is so good and noble-natured a man.
My sincerest greetings to your noble-minded brothers and to our friends there. Kindly send to Mr. Nabhubhai my earnest good wishes in your letter home. I hope you would gratify me by a speedy reply.
With my sincerest respects and gratitude and prayers for you and yours, I remain,
Yours faithfully,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/VI Diwanji Saheb

VI
BARODA,
26th April,1892.
DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB, (Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai)
Very happy to receive your kind letter even here. I had not the least difficulty in reaching your house from the station of Nadiad. And your brothers, they are what they should be, your brothers. May the Lord shower his choicest blessings on your family. I have never found such a glorious one in all my travels. Your friend Mr. Manibhai has provided every comfort for me; but, as to his company, I have only seen him twice; once for a minute, the other for ten minutes at the most when he talked about the system of education here. Of course, I have seen the Library and the pictures of Ravi Varma, and that is about all worth seeing here. So I am going off this evening to Bombay. My thanks to the Diwanji here (or to you) for his kind behaviour. More from Bombay.
Yours in affection,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. At Nadiad I met Mr. Manilal Nabhubhai. He is a very learned and pious gentleman, and I enjoyed his company much.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/LXX Blessed and Beloved

LXX
To Mr. E. T. Sturdy
228 WEST 39TH STREET,
NEW YORK,
29th February, 1896.
BLESSED AND BELOVED,
I am coming before May if possible. You need not worry about that. The pamphlet was beautiful. The newspaper cuttings from here will be forwarded if we can get them.
The books and pamphlets here have been got up this way. A committee was formed in New York. They paid all the expenses of stenographing and printing on condition the books will belong to them. So these pamphlets and books are theirs. One book, the Karma-Yoga has been already published; the Raja-Yoga, a much bigger one, is in the course of publication; the Jnana-Yoga may be published later on. These will be popular books, the language being that of talk, as you have seen already. I have purged everything that is objectionable, and they help me in getting up the books.
The books are the property of this Committee, of which Mrs. Ole Bull is the principal backer, also Mrs. Leggett.
It is only just that they should have the books as they paid all the expenses. There is no fear of the publishers meddling with them, as they are the publishers themselves.
If any books come from India please keep them.
The stenographer, who is an Englishman named Goodwin, has become so interested in the work that I have now made him a Brahmachârin, and he is going round with me, and we shall come over together to England. He will be very helpful as he has been always.
Yours with all blessings,
VIVEKANANDA.