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# The New Student's Reference Work/Cornwallis, Charles, Marquis

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​Corn′wallis, Charles, Marquis, was born at London, Dec. 31, 1738. He served in the Seven Years' War, and accepted an appointment as major-general in America, though he disliked forcing taxes on the colonists. He was the ablest British general in command, winning the battle of Camden against General Gates, gaining a slight advantage over Greene at Guilford, but being forced to surrender at Yorktown ​ in 1781. He afterward was governor-general of India, where, by his victories over Tippoo Sahib, he probably saved India to the English. Made lord-lieutenant of Ireland, he put down the rebellion of 1798, and gained the good-will of the Irish. The ability of Cornwallis in India and in Ireland shows that his failure in America was largely due to the poor generalship of his superior officers, Howe and Clinton. Cornwallis died on Oct. 5, 1805, while on his way to the Indian upper provinces, having been made governor-general a second time.
# The Philosophical Review/Volume 7

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The Philosophical Review

## Volume VII

CONTENTS OF VOLUME VII.
Articles.
Page.
Discussions.
Reviews of Books.
Summaries of Articles.
Notices of New Books.
Notes.
# The Philosophical Review/Volume 6

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The Philosophical Review

## Volume VI

CONTENTS OF VOLUME VI.
ARTICLES.
Page.
Discussions.
BOOK REVIEWS.
SUMMARIES OF ARTICLES.
NOTICES OF NEW BOOKS.
NOTES.
# The Philosophical Review/Volume 9

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The Philosophical Review

## Volume IX

CONTENTS OF VOLUME IX.
Articles.
Page.
Book Reviews.
Summaries of Articles.
Notices of New Books.
Notes.
# The Philosophical Review/Volume 8

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The Philosophical Review

## Volume VIII

CONTENTS OF VOLUME VIII.
Articles.
Page.
Discussions.
Book Reviews.
Summaries of Articles.
Notices of New Books.
# The Picket Guard

published in "All Quiet Along The Potomac, and other poems (1879) OCLC:1306531
"ALL quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
 Except here and there a stray picket
Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro,
 By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
'Tis nothing! a private or two now and then
 Will not count in the news of a battle;
Not an officer lost, only one of the men
 Moaning out, all alone, the death rattle.
All quiet along the Potomac to-night!
 Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming;
And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon,
 And the light of their camp-fires are gleaming.
A tremulous sigh, as a gentle night-wind
 Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping;
While the stars up above, with their glittering eyes,
 Keep guard o'er the army sleeping.
There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread
 As he tramps from the rock to the fountain,
And thinks of the two on the low trundel bed,
 Far away, in the cot on the mountain.
His musket falls slack, his face, dark and grim,
 Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep,
 And their mother—"may heaven defend her!"
The moon seems to shine forth as brightly as then—
 That night, when the love, yet unspoken,
Leaped up to his lips, and when low-murmured vows
 Were pledged to be ever unbroken.
Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes,
 He dashes off tears that are welling;
And gathers the gun closer up to his breast
 As if to keep down his heart's swelling.
He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree,
 And his footstep is lagging and weary;
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
 Towards the shades of the forest so dreary.
Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves?
 Was it the moonlight so wondrously flashing?
It looked like a rifle: "Ha! Mary, good-by!"
 And his life-blood is ebbing and plashing.
"All quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
 No sound save the rush of the river;
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead,
 And the picket's off duty forever!
# The Pickering Manuscript/William Bond

William Bond
I wonder whether the Girls are mad And I wonder whether they mean to kill And I wonder if William Bond will die For assuredly he is very ill
He went to Church in a May morning Attended by Fairies one two & three But the Angels Of Providence drove them away And he returnd home in Misery
He went not out to the Field nor Fold He went not out to the Village nor Town But he came home in a black black cloud And took to his Bed & there lay down
And an Angel of Providence at his Feet And an Angel of Providence at his Head And in the midst a Black Black Cloud And in the midst the Sick Man on his Bed
And on his Right hand was Mary Green And on his Left hand was his Sister Jane And their tears fell thro the black black Cloud To drive away the sick mans pain
​O William if thou dost another Love Dost another Love better than poor Mary Go & take that other to be thy Wife And Mary Green shall her Servant be
Yes Mary I do another Love Another I Love far better than thee And Another I will have for my Wife Then what have I to do with thee
For thou art Melancholy Pale And on thy Head is the cold Moons shine But she is ruddy & bright as day And the sun beams dazzle from her eyne
Mary trembled & Mary chilld And Mary fell down on the right hand floor That William Bond & his Sister Jane Scarce could recover Mary more
When Mary woke & found her Laid On the Right hand of her William dear On the Right hand of his loved Bed And saw her William Bond so near
The Fairies that fled from William Bond Danced around her Shining Head ​They danced over the Pillow white And the Angels of Providence left the Bed
I thought Love livd in the hot sun Shine But O he lives in the Moony light I thought to find Love in the heat of day But sweet Love is the Comforter of Night
Seek Love in the Pity of others Woe In the gentle relief of anothers care In the darkness of night & the winters snow In the naked & outcast Seek Love there
# The Pickering Manuscript/The Smile

The Smile
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
And there is a Frown of Hate And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain
For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone And no Smile that ever was smild But only one Smile alone
That betwixt the Cradle & Grave
It only once Smild can be But when it once is Smild Theres an end to all Misery
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/To Kosciusko

TO KOSCIUSKO,
WHO NEVER FOUGHT EITHER FOR BUONAPARTE OR THE ALLIES.
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/To J. H., Four Years Old

TO J. H.
FOUR YEARS OLD:—A NURSERY SONG.
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/To T. L. H., Six Years Old, During a Sickness

TO T. L. H.
SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS.
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/Sudden Fine Weather

SUDDEN FINE WEATHER.
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# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/Thoughts of the Avon, on the 28th of September, 1817

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
THOUGHTS OF THE AVON,
ON THE 28TH OF SEPTEMBER, 1817.
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/The Glove and the Lions

THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS.
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/Three Visions on the Birth of the Prince of Wales

THREE VISIONS.
OCCASIONED BY THE BIRTH AND CHRISTENING OF THE PRINCE OF WALES.
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/To the Author of "Ion"

TO THE AUTHOR OF "ION."
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit

THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT.
TO FISH.
# The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/The Lover of Music to His Piano-Forte

THE
LOVER OF MUSIC TO HIS PIANO-FORTE.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Joshua

See also Joshua on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Josh′ua, the son of Nun of the tribe of Ephraim, is first mentioned in Exodus xvii: 9 as commanding Israel at the battle of Rephidim. He was sent out as one of the 12 spies from Kadesh to get information about the strength of the Canaanites. When the others returned disheartened, he and Caleb alone retained their courage. These two, therefore, out of all the grown men of Israel, were exempted from the divine sentence that because of their want of faith they should fall in the wilderness. After the death of Moses Joshua became the leader of Israel, and the book that bears his name tells of his conquest and the settlement of Canaan.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Josiah

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Josi′ah, king of Judah from B. C. 638 to 609, entered upon his reign at the age of eight. He grew up an earnest, religious reformer, and purged Judah and Jerusalem from idolatry. Josiah was the last of the “good” kings. He was killed at the battle of Megiddo in the valley of Esdraelon, while trying to check the advance of Pharaoh-Necho against the Assyrians. The prophets of his reign were Jeremiah and Zephaniah.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Joule, James Prescott

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Joule (jo͞ol), James Prescott, a distinguished English physicist, born at Salford, Dec. 24, 1818, died at his country place near Manchester, Oct. 11, 1889. He was a brewer by trade, as were his father and grandfather before him; but having become interested in chemical and physical problems through the instruction of Dalton, his father provided him with a private laboratory. His most important work includes (1) an accurate study of the heating effect of an electric current (See Joule’s Laws, “Electricity”); (2) a study of the changes in the dimensions of a body which accompany its magnetization; (3) accurate determinations of the mechanical equivalent of heat, employing various methods and showing the equivalence of energy of various forms; (4) an elaborate study of the subject of thermometry; and (5) the discovery of the exact laws according to which gases expand when they do no external work, a research of fundamental importance in establishing the absolute scale of temperatures. See Joule’s Scientific Papers.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Juarez, Benito

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Juarez (ho͝o-ä′ rā̇s), Benito, a president of the Mexican republic, was born in Oaxaca of Indian parents in 1806. He became governor of his native state and an active member of the Liberal party. When Santa Anna was dictator, he was exiled, but returned to Mexico when the republic was restored. In 1858, when the Liberal president was overthrown, Juarez was president of the supreme court, which is equivalent to vice-president. He at once took the government into his own hands, but was forced to fall back to Vera Cruz, where his government was recognized by the United States in 1859. In 1861 he was able to enter the capital, and was chosen president for four years. In the same year the allied forces of England, France and Spain occupied Vera Cruz. But the French alone remained and declared war against Juarez. Maximilian’s brief reign came to an end in 1867, when he was shot by order of court-martial, and Juarez once more entered Mexico and was chosen president for a second term. In 1871 he was re-elected. Risings and rebellions were almost endless, but he faced all his foes with the dogged courage of his race, and was still triumphant when he died on July 18, 1872. The present prosperity of Mexico is in large measure due to Benito Juarez.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Joseph

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Jo′seph, son of Jacob and his father’s favorite. His envious brothers sold him into Egypt where his conduct and skill in reading dreams raised him to high favor with the Pharaoh and to the first place in the kingdom. The story is told in complete detail in Genesis.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Josephus, Flavius

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Jose′phus, Flavius (Joseph ben Matthias), a Jewish writer and historian, was born at Jerusalem in 37 A. D. of a distinguished family, and was thoroughly educated. He finally entered the sect of the Pharisees. In 63 A. D. he was sent to Rome on a political mission, and, being successful, became a man of consideration among his countrymen. During the Jewish insurrection he was in command of affairs in Galilee. When he finally fell into the hands of the Romans, he saved his life by acute flattery, predicting the rise of Vespasian to the imperial throne. The latter half of his life was passed as a resident of Rome in learned leisure. Not all of his writings have come to us, but we have a history of the Jewish wars from 170 B. C. to the destruction of Jerusalem; a history of the Jews from the creation to 66 A. D,: an autobiography; and a work against Apion. The date of his death is not known, but probably he died about 95 A. D.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Journalism

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Journalism, the art of making newspapers, is becoming very important with the rapid growth of the newspaper. The daily paper, which must be in every man’s hand in the early morning hours or ready for his evening’s rest, is the product of more than a hundred brains. The editor-in-chief decides the political policy; his staff is composed of a number of subeditors or editors of departments — the city editor, the foreign editor, the telegraph editor, the financial editor, the agricultural editor etc. The city editor, next to the chief editor, is the most important. He has a large staff of reporters who gather the news of the day in the city where the paper is published. The managing editor on a large paper often is not the same person as the chief editor, but is the business manager. The night editor puts the paper to press — if it is a morning paper — decides all questions as to type, surplus matter, “boiling down” or condensing communications, not hesitating to cut down the work of all the other editors. The advertisements he cannot alter or throw out, as they have been paid for, and the reading matter must take what space is left. Reporters hold the lowest position on the literary staff. They usually begin work without a salary, and are paid only for what they write. Their work is hard — often dangerous and exciting. They must keep ahead of rival journals in gathering the news, and often have many disagreeable experiences and even hairbreadth escapes in their frantic rush for the latest information. As they show their fitness they are raised to the grade of special correspondents, sent to the legislatures and congress, European cities and seats of war. Nearly all large newspapers have offices in London and Paris, and by taking advantage of the five hours’ difference of time the news of the morning papers of Europe can be gathered and sent to the morning papers in the United States. The subeditors are usually taken from the reporters and special correspondents. Journalism has become a distinct profession, and there are schools of journalism and chairs of journalism in some colleges. See Newspapers.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Josephine, Marie Rose

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Josephine (jō′ zḗ-fḗn), Marie Rose, empress of the French, was born on June 23, 1763, on Martinique. She had only a poor education, but her qualities of mind and heart, even more than her beauty, won universal regard. In 1779 she was married to Viscount Beauharnais. Josephine’s husband was executed during the reign of terror, she herself barely escaping. On March 9, 1796, she was married to Napoleon Bonaparte. She accompanied him on his Italian campaign, and used her influence in restraining him from measures of violence and cruelty. But as she had no children by Napoleon, her marriage was dissolved by law on Dec. 16, 1809. The empress lived near Eoreux and died at Malmaison, May 29, 1814. See the Memoirs of Madame Rémusat.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Joubert, Petrus Jacobus

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Joubert (you′ bĕrt), Petrus Jacobus, a Boer general, was born at Congo, Cape Colony, in 1833. He was state-attorney for Transvaal in 1867, and was prominent in affairs long before events gave his name to the world in later times. In his military career he first distinguished himself by the defeat of Gen. Sir George Colley at Majuba Hill in 1881. In 1896 he was prominent in causing the surrender of Dr. Jameson, following the latter’s famous raid that year. In the later war with England General Joubert became known as an able tactician in the kind of warfare practiced by the Boers. He was in command of the force that besieged Ladysmith, and repulsed General Buller at Chieveley. He died of disease at Pretoria, March 27, 1900.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Juan Fernandez

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Juan Fernandez (ho͝o-än′ fĕr-nän′ dĕth), a rocky island in the Pacific off the coast of Chile, to which it belongs. It is 13 miles long and four broad, and is covered for the most part with high, rocky peaks, the highest of which is about 3,000 feet above sea-level. There are many fertile valleys, which yield oats, apples, strawberries, peaches, figs and melons. Here Alexander Selkirk, a pirate, lived alone for four years. His story is supposed to have suggested Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe. The island was discovered in 1583 by a Spaniard whose name it bears. There is a small Swiss colony.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/May-Morn Song

May Morn Song.
The grass is wet with shining dews, Their silver bells hang on each tree, While opening flower and bursting bud Breathe incense forth unceasingly; The mavis pipes in greenwood shaw, The throstle glads the spreading thorn, And cheerily the blythesome lark Salutes the rosy face of morn. 'Tis early prime; And hark! hark! hark! His merry chime Chirrups the lark: Chirrup! chirrup! he heralds in The jolly sun with matin hymn.
Come, come, my love! and May-dews shake In pailfuls from each drooping bough; They'll give fresh lustre to the bloom, That breaks upon thy young cheek now. O'er hill and dale, o'er waste and wood, Aurora's smiles are streaming free;
With earth it seems brave holyday, In heaven it looks high jubilee. And it is right, For mark, love, mark! How bathed in light Chirrups the lark: Chirrup! chirrup! he upward flies, Like holy thoughts to cloudless skies.
They lack all heart who cannot feel The voice of heaven within them thrill, In summer morn when mounting high This merry minstrel sings his fill. Now let us seek yon bosky dell Where brightest wild-flowers choose to be, And where its clear stream murmurs on, Meet type of our love's purity; No witness there, And o'er us hark! High in the air Chirrups the lark: Chirrup! chirrup! away soars he, Bearing to heaven my vows to thee!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/My Heid Is Like to Rend, Willie

My Heid Is Like to Rend, Willie.
My heid is like to rend, Willie, My heart is like to break— I'm wearin' aff my feet, Willie, I'm dyin' for your sake! Oh lay your cheek to mine, Willie, Your hand on my briest-bane— Oh say ye'll think on me, Willie, When I am deid and gane!
It's vain to comfort me, Willie, Sair grief maun hae its will— But let me rest upon your briest, To sab and greet my fill. Let me sit on your knee, Willie, Let me shed by your hair, And look into the face, Willie, I never sail see mair!
I'm sittin' on your knee, Willie, For the last time in my life— A puir heart-broken thing, Willie, A mither, yet nae wife. Ay, press your hand upon my heart, And press it mair and mair— Or it will burst the silken twine Sae sträng is its despair!
Oh wae's me for the hour, Willie, When we thegither met— Oh wae's me for the time, Willie That our first tryst was set! Oh wae's me for the loanin' green Where we were wont to gae— And wae's me for the destinie, That gart me luve thee sae!
Oh! dinna mind my words, Willie, I downa seek to blame— But oh! it's hard to live, Willie, And dree a warld's shame! Het tears are hailin' ower your cheek, And hailin' ower your chin;
Why weep ye sae for worthlessness, For sorrow and for sin?
I'm weary o' this warld, Willie, And sick wi' a' I see— I canna live as I hae lived, Or be as I should be. But fauld unto your heart, Willie, The heart that still is thine— And kiss ance mair the white, white cheek, Ye said was red langsyne.
A stoun' gaes through my heid, Willie, A sair stoun' through my heart— Oh! baud me up and let me kiss Thy brow ere we twa pairt. Anither, and anither yet!— How fast my life-strings break! Fareweel! fareweel! through yon kirk-yaird Step lichtly for my sake!
The lav'rock in the lift, Willie, That lilts far ower our heid, Will sing the morn as merrilie Abune the clay-cauld deid;
And this green turf we're sittin' on, Wi' dew-draps shimmerin' sheen, Will hap the heart that luvit thee As warld has seldom seen.
But oh! remember me, Willie, On land where'er ye be— And oh I think on the leal, leal heart. That ne'er luvit ane but thee! And oh! think on the cauld, cauld mools, That file my yellow hair— That kiss the cheek, and kiss the chin, Ye never sail kiss mair!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/O, Agony! Keen Agony!

O, Agony! Keen Agony.
O, agony! keen agony, For trusting heart, to find That vows believed, were vows conceived As light as summer wind.
O, agony! fierce agony, For loving heart to brook, In one brief hour the withering power Of unimpassioned look.
O, agony! deep agony, For heart that's proud and high, To learn of fate how desolate It may be ere it die.
O, agony! sharp agony, To find how loath to part With the fickleness and faithlessness That break a trusting heart!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/O, Babble Not to Me, Gray Eild

O Babble Not to Me, Gray Eild.
Oh babble not to me, Gray Eild, Of days and years mis-spent, Unless thou can'st again restore Youth's scenes of merriment.
Can'st thou recal to me the heart That bounded sorrow-free, Or wake to life the lovely one Who stole that heart from me?
Can'st thou by magic art compel The shrouded dead to rise, And all the friends of early years Again to glad my eyes?
Can'st thou renew Hope's flattering dream That promised joys in store, Or bid me taste again those few, Alas! that are no more?
Then babble not to me, Gray Eild, Of days and years mis-spent, Unless thou can’st again restore Youth’s dreams of sweet content.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Music

Music.
Strange how the mystically mingled sound Of voices rising from these rifted rocks And unseen valleys—whence no organ ever Thundered harmonious its stupendous notes, Nor pointed arch, nor low-browed darksome aisle, Rolled back their mighty music—seems to me An ocean vast, divinely undulating, Where, bathed in beauty, floats the enraptured soul: Now borne on the translucent deep, it skirts Some dazzling bank of amaranthine flowers, Now on a couch of odours cast supine, It pants beneath o'erpowering redolence:— Buoyant anon on a rejoicing surge, It heaves, on tides tumultuous, far aloft, Until it verges on the cope of heaven, Whence issued, in their unity of joy, The anthems of the earth-creating Morn: Yielding again to an entrancing slumber, In sweet abandonment, it glideth on To amber caves and emerald palaces,
Where the lost Seraphs—welcomed by the main— Their lyres suspended in their time of sorrow, Amid the deepening glories of the flood;— There the rude revels of the boisterous winds The tranquillous waves afflict not, nor dispart The passionate clasping of their azure arms!