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# Poems for Children Sigourney/Little Girl to a little Girl with a basket of wild flowers

Little Girl to a little Girl, with a basket of wild flowers.
You have green-house plants, I hear,
Of rare and splendid tints, my dear.
And though I've no such gifts to send,
Yet anxious still to be your friend,
These wild flowers from my father's grove,
I send with messages of love.
If you think them rude and poor,
Born in tangled dells obscure,
Yet a microscope would show
Colours like the showery bow,
Hidden cells, where pure and free
Springs the nectar for the bee,
Graceful forms and radiant dye
From the pencil of the sky.
 Now my simple errand's told,
For as I am but three years old,
Letter brief, and scanty line,
Best become a hand like mine.
# Poems for Children Sigourney/Hymn for the Children of an Orphan Asylum

Hymn for the Children of an Orphan Asylum.
Not for our infant homes we pine,
 Nor mourn a parent's care,
Adopted thus by Christian love,
 And nurtur'd as we are;
Instructed from the ways of sin
 To turn with cautious feet,
And taught how truth and goodness make
 A lot of labor sweet.
Hail, bounteous friends! who kindly guide
 Our steps in paths of peace,
Ye ne'er shall be by us forgot,
 Till life and memory cease;
But daily, when we kneel in prayer,
 We 'll ask of Him above,
To shed his blessing on your souls
 For all your deeds of love.
# Poems for Children Sigourney/Letter from a Mother to her little Boy

Letter from a Mother to her little Boy.
WRITTEN AT NIAGARA.
My little son, my little son,
 God give his grace to thee,
Though many a weary mile doth stretch,
 Between thy home and me:
And many a forest dark and high
 Is lifted up between,
Yet still thy form seems near my side,
 Amid each stranger scene:
And fondly seems thy full fair eye
 Upon my brow to gaze;
And in my dearest dreams I join
 Thy spirit-stirring plays.
Niagara's glory strikes my view,
 Its awful voice I hear,
But still thy sweetly murmur'd tone
 Is closer in mine ear.
And thus through every change of time
 Thy mother's love must be,
My little son, my only one,
 God give his grace to thee.
# Poems for Children Sigourney/Love to Brothers and Sisters

Love to Brothers and Sisters.
I had a little friend,
 And every day he crept
In sadness to his brother's tomb,
 And laid him down and wept.
And when I ask'd him why
 He mourn'd so long and sore;
He answer'd through his tears, "because
 I did not love him more.
"Sometimes I was not kind,
 And cross or coldly spake;"
And then he turn'd away, and sobb'd
 As though his heart would break.
Brothers and sisters are a gift
 Of mercy from the skies,
And may I always think of this
 Whene'er they meet my eyes.   Be tender, good and kind.
 And love them in my heart,
Lest I should sink with bitter grief
 When we are call'd to part.
# Poems for Children Sigourney/Morning Thoughts

Morning Thoughts.
Dark night away hath roll'd,
 Glad birds are soaring high,
And see,—a ray like dazzling gold
 Comes darting from the sky.
How shall I thank the Power
 Whose hand sustains me so,
And o'er each waking plant and flower
 Bids dews of mercy flow?
Teach me to look above;
 Receive my morning prayer,
And Father, in thy boundless love,
 Make me, this day, thy care.
# Poems for Children Sigourney/Intemperance

Intemperance.
I saw a little girl
 With half uncover'd form,
And wonder'd why she wander'd thus,
 Amid the winter storm;
They said her mother drank
 What took her sense away,
And so she let her children go
 Hungry and cold all day.
I saw them lead a man
 To prison for his crime,
Where solitude, and punishment,
 And toil divide the time;
And as they forc'd him through its gate,
 Unwillingly along,
They told me 'twas Intemperance
 That made him do the wrong.
I saw a woman weep
 As if her heart would break;
They said her husband drank too much
 Of what he should not take.
I saw an unfrequented mound,
 Where weeds and brambles wave;
They said no tear had fallen there,
 It was a drunkard's grave.
They said these were not all
 The risks the intemperate run,
For there was danger lest the soul
 Be evermore undone.
Water is very pure and sweet,
 And beautiful to see,
And since it cannot do us harm,
 It is the drink for me.
# Poems for Children Sigourney/Little Girl to her friend, with a present of Rev. Mr. Gallaudet's "Book on the Soul"

Little Girl to her friend, with a present of the Rev. Mr. Gallaudet's "Book of the Soul."
Unless my mother guides my hand,
 I cannot write, you know.
But such a tide of tender thought
 Does round your image flow,
I fain must send one simple scroll
With this sweet book about the Soul.
'Tis written by a learned man,
 And though the size is small,
Its subject is a boundless one,
 And much concerns us all,
Because the soul can ne'er decay,
When this frail body fades away.
I've never seen this volume's power
 At all surpast, my dear,
For making hidden mysteries plain,
 And abstract matters clear,
Pray, let it have the highest place, Your chosen library to grace.
I often of your sister think,
 That early smitten flower,
Who gave her soul so cheerfully
 To God, in life's last hour:
Oh, may we meet her when we die,
In yonder, bright, unclouded sky.
# Poems for Children Sigourney/Little Girl two years old, to a little Boy on his removal to New-York

Little Girl two years old, to a little Boy on his removal to New-York.
You go, I'm told,
This winter cold,
 A journey, sir,
Pray shun the blast,
And travel fast,
 Wrap'd close in fur.
I'm sorry too,
To part with you,
Your courteous care
At infant school,
Next summer cool,
 I hop'd to share.
My wish to go,
I do not know
 But they'll refuse,
Is it not shame
My age should claim
 No right to choose?
Twice has the sphere
Roll'd round the year,
 Since I saw light;
Yet all my skill
To have my will.
 Has fail'd outright.
I marvel why
You wish to try
 A city life;
Pleas'd as you were
With rural care,
 And free from strife.
Manners and men
You'd better ken
 Among the throng;
But the young breast
Is nurtur'd best
 Mid Nature's song.
I've heard that those
Who pass for beaux,
 In lofty stations,
Oft treat with scorn
Friends country-born,
 And poor relations.
Don't patronize
Thing's so unwise,—
 But should I come
Don't turn away,—
And bid them say
 You're not at home:
No, don't forget
How oft we've met
 In Nurse's arms,
When glad and free,
You crow'd at me,
 And prais'd my charms.
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 52

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# Popular Mechanics/Volume 14/Issue 1

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# Popular Mechanics/Volume 49/Issue 1

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Popular Mechanics Magazine REGISTERED IN U.S. PATENT OFFICE. WRITTEN SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND IT
* Radio Waves that Cast Shadows
* Skylining our Lumber
* Running a Sea-Going Hotel
* Digging Up the Bible Lands by Harold J. Shepstone
* Have Skyscrapers Reached Their Limits? by Uthai Vincent Wilcox
* Wealth from Ambergris by John Edwin Hoag
* Putting Your Imagination to Work by Donald A. Laird
* There's Money in it, But by Homer Croy
* Breaking the World's Big Gun Record by G. K. Spencer
* Eight-Cent Gold-Digger Earns Millions by H. H. Dunn
* Hunting Bears with a Camera by H. L. Dillaway
* The Most Dangerous Hour by Russell M. Arundel
* Monaco-Home of the Ocean's Story by Francis Dickie
* Dummy Flyers Help Make Air Safe by R. Bache
* Icy Jewels of the Winter Storms by W. A. Bentley
* Five Dollars Builds A-Battery and Charger by Lawrence B. Robbins
* Selectivity Feature of Aero-Dyne Six by Frank L. Brittin
* Helpful Hints from Radio Experts
* Skate-Sailing is Thrilling Sport by Sam Brown
* Build This Model of Flying Cloud by James Tate
* Loading Box Aids Field Work with Camera by John Edwin Hoag
* Insulating the Hot-Water Tank by E. E. Scott
* Making the Old Pump New by L. B. Robbins
* How to Build a Dumb-Waiter by Eric B. Roberts
* Is This Your Home?
Popular Mechanics also includes many small articles. These are included at the end of each of the above featured articles.
# Popular Mechanics/Volume 14

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# Popular Mechanics/Volume 49

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# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3828/Good Hunting

GOOD HUNTING.
A CHIP OF THE OLD BLOCK.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3828/Repatriation

REPATRIATION.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3828/Safeguards

SAFEGUARDS.
It was the special terms to Special Constables that tempted me—and I fell.
I don't just remember how many times I fell, but it was pretty nearly as often as the "Professor" of the wily art took hold of me. Before the first lesson was over, falling became more than a mere pastime with me, it grew into a serious occupation.
So I left the jiu-jitsu school at the end of the second lesson with a nodding acquaintance with some very pretty holds and a very firm determination to practise them on Alfred when he got back to the office next day from Birmingham.
I suppose I ought to have persevered with my lessons a little longer, but I was losing my self-respect, and felt that nothing would help me to gain it better than to cause somebody else to do the falling for a bit.
Alfred is six-foot-two, but a trifle weedy-looking, and so good-tempered that I knew he wouldn't resent being practised on.
As he came in I advanced with out-stretched hand to meet him.
"How goes it?" he said cheerily, holding out his hand.
"Like this," I said, as I gripped his right wrist instead of his fingers, turned to the left till I was abreast of him, inserted my left arm under his right, gripped the lapel of his coat with my left hand and turning his wrist downward with my right, pressed his arm back. To attack unexpectedly is the great thing.
"Don't be a funny ass," said Alfred, as I lifted myself out of the waste-paper basket.
How I got there I wasn't quite sure, but concluded that I had muffed the business with my left arm by not inserting it well above his elbow for the leverage.
"Sorry," I said; "the new handshake. Everybody's doing it."
"Are they?" said Alfred. "Well, I've been having some lessons in etiquette myself the last few days from a naval man I met down at Hythe. Seen the new embrace?"
"Er—no," I said, putting a chair between us. "I don't think I have; but I'm not feeling affectionate this morning. I'm going to lunch."
Thank goodness, if I do meet a spy. I've got a truncheon and a whistle.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3828/The Kaiser's Hate

THE KAISER'S "HATE."
[The feeling in Germany, it appears, is now quite friendly towards France and Russia, and all the fury of the Press is concentrated on England.]
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3828/Paris Again

PARIS AGAIN.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3828/The Eagle Comique

THE EAGLE COMIQUE.
Kaiser (reviving old Music-hall refrain). "HAS ANYBODY HERE SEEN CALAIS?"
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3828/Strategic Disease

STRATEGIC DISEASE.
[Some of the German military authorities having explained that their retreat from Paris was due to the spread of cholera in that city, we may perhaps expect to have something like the following further "explanations" elsewhere.]
# President Biden Hosts Virtual Gathering of UN Security Council Permanent Representatives

Published 2021-03-18
Today, President Joe Biden hosted Permanent Representatives from the UN Security Council, where he reaffirmed the U.S. commitment to values-based global leadership and re-engagement with international institutions, in particular the United Nations. The President reiterated the importance of working with global partners and through multilateral institutions to end the pandemic, improve global health security, and ensure that our nations drive an equitable and sustainable economic recovery. President Biden also announced to the gathering that the United States intends to formally join the United Nation’s Group of Friends on Climate and Security.
Thanking U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations Linda Thomas-Greenfield for her stewardship as the United States holds the Presidency of the Council this month, the President also noted the need for the UNSC action on a range of regional crises, including those in Burma, Ethiopia, Libya, Syria, and Yemen.
President Biden was also joined by Special Presidential Envoy on Climate John Kerry and Principal Deputy National Security Advisor Jon Finer, who briefed the group on U.S. priorities regarding climate change and regional security issues, respectively.
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# President Biden Announces Rose Vela as Director of the President’s Commission on White House Fellowships

Published 2021-03-12
Today, President Joe Biden announced Rose Vela as his choice to be the next Director of the President’s Commission on White House Fellowships.
Rose Vela, Director, President’s Commission on White House Fellowships
Judge Rose Vela is a retired Texas State District Judge and Texas Appellate Justice who currently resides in Brownsville, Texas and Washington, D.C. She was born at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas, and raised in a military family. She holds a Bachelor of Arts from Southwest Texas State University (now Texas State University) and a J.D. from St. Mary’s School of Law in San Antonio, Texas. After law school, Vela served as Briefing Attorney to two different Texas Courts of Appeals, and then went into private civil practice focusing on appellate cases. As a trial judge for two full four-year terms, Vela presided over thousands of complex civil and felony criminal cases and numerous jury trials. Also during her tenure as State District Judge, her colleagues elected her to serve as Nueces County Presiding Administrative Judge. In 2006, Vela won a contested general election to serve as an Appellate Justice on the 13th Court of Appeals. There, she served a six-year term in which she presided over appeals from 20 Texas counties and authored hundreds of legal opinions while working to significantly reduce the backload of that Court. Vela has been married to Filemon B. Vela, Jr., for 31 years and they have two French Bulldogs, Truman and Teddy.
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# President Biden Participates in European Council Summit

Published 2021-03-25
Today, President Joseph R. Biden, Jr. participated virtually in a scheduled summit of the European Council. Meeting with the heads of state or government of the 27 member states of the European Union (EU) chaired by European Council President Charles Michel, the President reaffirmed his commitment to revitalizing relations between the United States and the European Union. He conveyed that a strong EU is in the U.S. interest, noting our shared democratic values and the world’s largest trade and investment partnership. He called for close cooperation on common challenges, including combating COVID-19, tackling the threat of climate change, deepening our economic ties, and ensuring that democracies rather than autocracies set the rules of the road. The President also expressed his desire to work together on shared foreign policy interests, including China and Russia. In addition, he noted the need for continued US-EU engagement on Turkey, the South Caucasus, Eastern Europe, and the Western Balkans.
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# President Biden to Meet Virtually with EU Leaders at European Council Summit

Published 2021-03-23
On Thursday, March 25, President Biden will meet virtually with the European Council during its summit. At the invitation of European Council President Charles Michel, President Biden will join a session of the EU leaders’ scheduled summit meeting. He will engage with European Union leaders about his desire to revitalize U.S.–EU relations, work together to combat the pandemic and address climate change, and deepen the world’s largest trade and investment relationship. He will also discuss shared foreign policy interests, including China and Russia.
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 2

LETTER II.
Past Twelve o'Clock, Monday night. [August.]
I obey an emotion of my heart, which made me think of wishing thee, my love, good-night! before I go to rest, with more tenderness than I can to-morrow, when writing a hasty line or two under Colonel ———'s eye. You can scarcely imagine with what pleasure I anticipate the day, when we are ​to begin almost to live together; and you would smile to hear how many plans of employment I have in my head, now that I am confident my heart has found peace in your bosom.—Cherish me with that dignified tenderness, which I have only found in you; and your own dear girl will try to keep under a quickness of feeling, that has sometimes given you pain—Yes, I will be good, that I may deserve to be happy; and whilst you love me, I cannot again fall into the miserable state, which rendered life a burthen almost too heavy to be borne.
But, good-night!—God bless you! Sterne says, that is equal to a kiss—yet I would rather give you the kiss into the bargain, glowing with gratitude to Heaven, and affection to you. I like the word affection, because it signifies ​something habitual; and we are soon to meet, to try whether we have mind enough to keep our hearts warm.
I will be at the barrier a little after ten o'clock to-morrow.—Yours—
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 23

LETTER XXIII.
September 22.
I have just written two letters, that are going by other conveyances, and which I reckon on your receiving long before this. I therefore merely write, because I know I should be disappointed at seeing any one who had left you, if you did not send a letter, were it ever so short, to tell me why you did not write a longer—and you will want to be told, over and over again, that our little Hercules is quite recovered.
​Besides looking at me, there are three other things, which delight her—to ride in a coach, to look at a scarlet waistcoat, and hear loud music—yesterday, at the fête, she enjoyed the two latter; but, to honour J. J. Rousseau, I intend to give her a sash, the first she has ever had round her—and why not?—for I have always been half in love with him.
Well, this you will say is trifling—shall I talk about alum or soap? There is nothing picturesque in your present pursuits; my imagination then rather chuses to ramble back to the barrier with you, or to see you coming to meet me, and my basket of grapes.—With what pleasure do I recollect your looks and words, when I have been sitting on the window, regarding the waving corn!
​Believe me, sage sir, you have not sufficient respect for the imagination—I could prove to you in a trice that it is the mother of sentiment, the great distinction of our nature, the only purifier of the passions—animals have a portion of reason, and equal, if not more exquisite, senses; but no trace of imagination, or her offspring taste, appears in any of their actions. The impulse of the senses, passions, if you will, and the conclusions of reason, draw men together; but the imagination is the true fire, stolen from heaven, to animate this cold creature of clay, producing all those fine sympathies that lead to rapture, rendering men social by expanding their hearts, instead of leaving them leisure to calculate how many comforts society affords.
​If you call these observations romantic, a phrase in this place which would be tantamount to nonsensical, I shall be apt to retort, that you are embruted by trade, and the vulgar enjoyments of life—Bring me then back your barrier-face, or you shall have nothing to say to my barrier-girl; and I shall fly from you, to cherish the remembrances that will ever be dear to me; for I am yours truly
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 24

LETTER XXIV.
Evening, Sept. 23.
I have been playing and laughing with the little girl so long, that I cannot take up my pen to address you without emotion. Pressing her to my bosom, she looked so like you (entre nous, your best looks, for I do not admire your commercial face) every nerve seemed to vibrate to the touch, and I began to think that there was something in the assertion of man and wife being one—for you seemed to pervade my whole frame, quickening the beat of my heart, and lending me the sympathetic tears you excited.
Have I any thing more to say to you? No; not for the present—the rest is all ​flown away; and, indulging tenderness for you, I cannot now complain of some people here, who have ruffled my temper for two or three days past.
Morning.
Yesterday B——— sent to me for my packet of letters. He called on me before; and I like him better than I did—that is, I have the same opinion of his understanding, but I think with you, he has more tenderness and real delicacy of feeling with respect to women, than are commonly to be met with. His manner too of speaking of his little girl, about the age of mine, interested me. I gave him a letter for my sister, and requested him to see her.
I have been interrupted. Mr. ——— I suppose will write about business. ​Public affairs I do not descant on, except to tell you that they write now with great freedom and truth, and this liberty of the press will overthrow the Jacobins, I plainly perceive.
I hope you take care of your health. I have got a habit of restlessness at night, which arises, I believe, from activity of mind; for, when I am alone, that is, not near one to whom I can open my heart, I sink into reveries and trains of thinking, which agitate and fatigue me.
This is my third letter; when am I to hear from you? I need not tell you, I suppose, that I am now writing with somebody in the room with me, and ——— is waiting to carry this to Mr. ———'s. I will then kiss the girl for you, and bid you adieu.
I desired you, in one of my other ​letters, to bring back to me your barrier-face—or that you should not be loved by my barrier-girl. I know that you will love her more and more, for she is a little affectionate, intelligent creature, with as much vivacity, I should think, as you could wish for.
I was going to tell you of two or three things which displease me here; but they are not of sufficient consequence to interrupt pleasing sensations. I have received a letter from Mr. ———. I want you to bring ——— with you. Madame S——— is by me, reading a German translation of your letters—she desires me to give her love to you, on account of what you say of the negroes.
Yours most affectionately,
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