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# The Torrents of Spring (1987)/Part 2/Author's Note

​Author's Note:
For the reader, not the printer. What difference does it make to the printer? Who is the printer, anyway? Gutenberg. The Gutenberg Bible. Caxton. Twelve-point open-face Caslon. The linotype machine. The author as a little boy being sent to look for type lice. The author as a young man being sent for the key to the forms. Ah, they knew a trick of two, these printers.
(In case the reader is becoming confused, we are now up to where the story opened with Yogi Johnson and Scripps O'Neil in the pump-factory itself, with the chinook wind blowing. As you see, Scripps O'Neil has now come out of the pump-factory and is on his way to the beanery with his wife, who is afraid she cannot hold him. Personally, we don't believe she can, but the reader will see for himself. We will now leave the couple on their way to the beanery and go back and take up Yogi Johnson. We want the reader to like Yogi Johnson. The story will move a little faster from now on, in case any of the ​readers are tiring. We will also try and work in a number of good anecdotes. Would it be any violation of confidence if we told the reader that we get the best of these anecdotes from Mr. Ford Madox Ford? We owe him our thanks, and we hope the reader does, too. At any rate, we will now go on with Yogi Johnson. Yogi Johnson, the reader may remember, is the chap who was in the war. As the story opens, he is just coming out of the pump-factory. (See page three.)
It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward, and the author hopes the reader will realize this and not grudge this little word of explanation. I know I would be very glad to read anything the reader ever wrote, and I hope the reader will make the same sort of allowances. If any of the readers would care to send me anything they ever wrote, for criticism or advice, I am always at the Café du Dôme any afternoon, talking about Art with Harold Stearns and Sinclair Lewis, and the reader can bring his stuff along with him, or he can send it to me care of my bank, if I have a bank. Now, if the reader is ready—and understand, I don't want to rush the reader any—we will go back to Yogi Johnson. But please remember that, while we have gone back to Yogi Johnson, Scripps O'Neil and his wife are on their way to the beanery. What will happen to them there I don't know. I only wish the reader could help me.)
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# The Torrents of Spring (1987)/Part 2

PART TWO
The Struggle for Life
And here I solemnly protest I have no intention to vilify or asperse any one; for though everything is copied from the book of nature, and scarce a character or action produced which I have not taken from my own observations or experience; yet I have used the utmost care to obscure the persons by such different circumstances, degrees, and colors, that it will be impossible to guess at them with any degree of certainty; and if it ever happens otherwise, it is only where the failure characterized is so minute, that it is a foible only which the party himself may laugh at as well as any other.
HENRY FIELDING
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# The Torrents of Spring (1987)/Part 3

PART THREE
Men in War and the Death of Society
It may be likewise noted that affectation does not imply an absolute negation of those qualities which are affected; and therefore, though, when it proceeds from hypocrisy, it be nearly allied to deceit; yet when it comes from vanity only, it partakes of the nature of ostentation: for instance, the affectation of liberality in a vain man differs visibly from the same affectation in the avaricious, for though the vain man is not what he would appear, or hath not the virtue he affects, to the degree he would be thought to have it; yet it sits less awkwardly on him than on the avaricious man, who is the very reverse of what he would seem to be.
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# The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus

The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus, commonly referred to simply as Doctor Faustus, is an Elizabethan tragedy by Christopher Marlowe, based on German stories about the title character Faust. It was written sometime between 1589 and 1592, and may have been performed between 1592 and Marlowe's death in 1593. Two different versions of the play were published in the Jacobean era, several years later. Warning: template has been deprecated.
The printed text has no Act or Scene subdivisions. Scenes have simply been numbered consecutively, with beginnings and ends established from the stage directions. This edition is a version of the 'B' text of the play, which was first published in 1616.
The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus.
With new additions.
Written by Ch. Mar.
Printed at London for John Wright, and are to be sold at his shop without Newgate. 1628.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus/Scene 10

Enter Clowne and Dicke with a Cup.
Dicke. Sirra Robin, we were best looke that your divell can answer the stealing of this same cup, for the Vintners Boy followes us at the hard heeles.
Rob. Tis no matter, let him come; and he follow us, Ile so conjure him, as he was never conjur'd in his life, I warrant him: let me see the cup.
Enter Vintner.
Dicke. Here 'tis. Yonder he comes: Now Robin, now or never show thy cunning.
Vint. O, are you here? I am glad I have found you; you are a couple of fine companions: pray where's the cup you stole from the Taverne?
Rob. How, how? we steale a cup, take heede what you say, we looke not like cup-stealers I can tell you.
Vint. Never deny't, for I know you have it, and I'le search you.
Rob. Search me? I and spare not: hold the cup Dicke, come, come, search me, search mee.
Vint. Come on sirra, let me search you now.
Dick. I, I, doe, doe, hold the cup Robin, I feare not your searching; we scorne to steale your cups I can tell you.
Vint. Never outface me for the matter, for sure the cup is betweene you two.
Rob. Nay there you lie; 'tis beyond us both.
Vint. A plague take you, I thought 'twas your knavery to take it away: Come, give it me againe.
Rob. I much, when can you tell: Dicke make me a circle, and stand close at my backe, and stirre not for thy life, Vintner you shall have your cup anon, say nothing Dicke. O perse O, Demigorgon, Belcher and Mephostophilis.
Enter Mephostophilis.
Meph. You Princely Legions of Infernall Rule, How am I vexed by these villaines Charmes? From Constantinople have they brought me now, Onely for pleasure of these damned slaves.
Rob. By Lady sir, you have had a shrewd journey of it, will it please you to take a shoulder of Mutton to supper, and a Tester in your purse, and goe backe againe.
Dicke. I, I pray you heartily sir; for we cald you but in jest I promise you.
Meph. To purge the rashnesse of this cursed deed, First, be thou turned to this ugly shape, For apish deeds transformed to an Ape.
Rob. O brave, an ape? I pray sir let me have the carrying of him about to shew some trickes.
Meph. And so thou shalt: be thou transform'd to a Dogge, And carry him upon thy backe, away, be gone.
Rob. A dog? thats excellent: let the maids looke well to their Poridge-pots, for I'le into the Kitchen presently: come Dicke, come. Exeunt the two Clownes.
Meph. Now with the flames of ever-burning fire, I'le wing my selfe and forth-with flie amaine Unto my Faustus to the great Turkes Court. Exit.
# The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus/Scene 11

Enter Martino and Fredericke at severall doores.
Mart. What ho, Officers, Gentlemen, Hie to the presence to attend the Emperour, Good Fredericke see the roomes be voyded straight,
His Majesty is comming to the Hall. Go backe and see the State in readinesse.
Fre. But where is Bruno our elected Pope, That on a furies backe came post from Rome, Will not his grace consort the Emperour?
Mart. O yes, and with him comes the Germane Conjuror, The learned Faustus, fame of Wittenberge, The wonder of the World for Magicke Art, And hee intends to shew great Carolus The race of all his stout Progenitors: And bring in presence of his Majesty, The royall shapes and perfect semblances Of Alexander and his beauteous Paramour.
Fre. Where is Benvolio?
Mart. Fast asleepe I warrant you. He took his rouse with stoopes of Rhennish wine So kindly yesternight to Bruno's health, That all this day the sluggard keepes his bed.
Fre. See, see his window's ope; wee'le call to him.
Mart. What ho, Benvolio!
Enter Benvolio above at a window, in his night-cap: buttoning.
Benv. What a Diveel ayle you two?
Mar. Speake softly sir, lest the Divell heare you: For Faustus at the Court is late arriv'd. And at his heeles ten thousand Furies wait, To accomplish whatsoever the Doctor please.
Ben. What of this?
Mar. Come leave thy chamber first, and thou shalt see This Conjuror performe such rare exploits, Before the Pope and royall Emperour, As never yet was seene in Germany.
Benv. Has not the Pope enough of Conjuring yet? He was upon the Divels backe late enough, And if he be so farre in love with him,
I would he would post with him to Rome againe.
Fred. Speake wilt thou come and see this sport?
Ben. Not I.
Mar. Wilt thou stand in thy window and see it then?
Ben. I, and I fall not asleepe ith meane time.
Mar. The Emperour is at hand, who comes to see What wonders by black spels may compast be.
Ben. Well, goe you attend the Emperour: I am content for this once to thrust my head out at a window: for they say, if a man be drunke overnight, the Divell cannot hurt him in the morning: if that bee true, I have a charme in my head, shall controule him as well as the Conjuror, I warrant you.
Exit.
# The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld/Volume 1/On a Lady's Writing

ON A LADY'S WRITING.
# The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld/Volume 1/The Groans of the Tankard

THE GROANS OF THE TANKARD.
Dulci digne mero! Horat.
# The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld/Volume 1/To Mrs. P******, with some drawings of birds and insects

TO MRS. P********,
WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS.
# The Works of Ben Jonson

* Volume I.
* Volume II.
* Volume III.
* Volume IV.
* Volume V.
* Volume VI.
* Volume VII.
* Volume VIII.
* Volume IX.
# The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld/Volume 1/The Mouse's Petition

THE MOUSE'S PETITION.
# The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld/Volume 1/On the Backwardness of the Spring 1771

ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771.
# The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld/Volume 1/Verses written in an Alcove

VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 17

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
MAY 18, 1727.
I LIVED on Tuesday with you and Pope. Yesterday another of my friends found his way to this ​retreat, and I shall pass this day alone. Would to God my whole life could be divided in the same manner; two thirds to friendship, one third to myself, and not a moment of it to the world.
In the epistle, a part of which you showed me, mention is made of the author of Three Occasional Letters, a person entirely unknown. I would have you insinuate there, that the only reason Walpole can have had to ascribe them to a particular person, is the authority of one of his spies, who wriggles himself into the company of those, who neither love, esteem, nor fear the minister, that he may report, not what he hears, (since no man speaks with any freedom before him) but what he guesses.
FRIDAY MORNING.
I was interrupted yesterday when I least expected it; and I am going to day to London, where I hear that my wife is not very well. Let me know how Mrs. Pope does.
I had a hint or two more for you; but they have slipped out of my memory. Do not forget the sixty nor the twenty guineas, nor the min—— character transferred into the administration. Adieu, I am ever faithfully yours, my dear and reverend dean. I embrace Pope.
* ↑ Dawley.
* ↑ Printed in his lordship's works. They were first published in Feb. 1726.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift, Alexander Pope, and John Gay - 1

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE TO THE THREE YAHOOS OF TWICKENHAM.
JONATHAN, Alexander, John, most excellent triumvirs of Parnassus, though you are probably very indifferent where I am, or what I am doing; yet I resolve to believe the contrary. I persuade myself, that you have sent at least fifteen times ​within this fortnight to Dawley farm, and that you are extremely mortified at my long silence. To relieve you therefore from this great anxiety of mind, I can do no less than write a few lines to you; and I please myself beforehand with the vast pleasure which this epistle must needs give you. That I may add to this pleasure, and give you farther proofs of my beneficent temper, I will likewise inform you, that I shall be in your neighbourhood again by the end of next week; by which time I hope that Jonathan's imagination of business, will be succeeded by some imagination more becoming a professor of that divine science, la bagatelle. Adieu, Jonathan, Alexander, John! Mirth be with you.
From the banks of the Severn, July 23, 1726.
* ↑ John Gay.
* ↑ The country residence of lord Bolingbroke, near Cranford in Middlesex.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 15

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
LONDON, SEPT. 22, 1726.
A BOOKSELLER, who says he is in a few days going to Dublin, calls here, and offers to carry a letter to you. I cannot resist the temptation of writing to you, though I have nothing to say more by this conveyance, than I should have by that of the post; though I have lately clubbed with Pope to make up a most elegant epistle to you in prose and verse; and though I wrote the other day the first paragraph of that Chedder letter which is preparing for you. The only excuse then, which I can plead for writing now, is, that the letter will cost you nothing. Have you heard of the accident which befel poor Pope in going lately from me? A bridge was down, the coach forced to go through the water, the bank steep, a hole on one side, a ​block of timber on the other, the night as dark as pitch. In short, he overturned, the fall was broke by the water; but the glasses were up, and he might have been drowned, if one of my men had not broke a glass, and pulled him out through the window. His right hand was severely cut; but the surgeon thinks him in no danger of losing the use of his fingers: however, he has lately had very great pains in that arm from the shoulder downward, which might create a suspicion that some of the glass remains still in the flesh. St. André says, there is none. If so, these pains are owing to a cold he took in a fit of gallantry, which carried him across the water to see Mrs. Howard, who has been extremely ill, but is much better. Just as I am writing, I hear, that Dr. Arbuthnot says, that Mr. Pope's pains are rheumatick, and have no relation to his wound. He suffers very much; I will endeavour to see him to morrow. Let me hear from you as often as you can afford to write. I would say something to you of myself, if I had any good to say; but I am much in the same way in which you left me, eternally busy about trifles, disagreeable in themselves, but rendered supportable by their end; which is, to enable me to bury myself from the world (who cannot be more tired of me than I am of it) in an agreeable sepulchre. I hope to bring this about by next spring, and shall be glad to see you at my funeral. Adieu.
* ↑ George Faulkner.
* ↑ A Chedder letter, is a letter written by the contribution of several friends, each furnishing a paragraph. The name is borrowed from that of a large and excellent cheese made at Chedder in Somersetshire, where all the dairies contribute to make the cheese, which is thus made of new milk, or fresh cream; of which, one dairy not furnishing a sufficient quantity, the common practice is to make cheese of milk or cream that has been set by, till a proper quantity is procured, and then part of it at least is stale.
* ↑ Dr. Arbuthnot (p. 201) says he was hurt in the left hand. The doctor probably knew best.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 16

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
FEB. 17, 1726-7.
THIS opportunity of writing to you I cannot neglect, though I shall have less to say to you than I should have by another conveyance. Mr. Stopford being fully informed of all that passes in this boisterous climate of ours, and carrying with him a cargo of our weekly productions. You will find anger on one side, and rage on the other; satire on one side, and defamation on the other. Ah! où est Grillon? You suffer much where you are, as you tell me in an old letter of yours which I have before me; but you suffer with the hopes of passing next summer between Dawley and Twickenham; and these hopes, you flatter us enough to intimate, support your spirits. Remember this solemn renewal of your engagements. Remember, that though you are a dean, you are not great enough to despise the reproach of breaking your word. Your deafness must not be a hackney excuse to you, as it was to Oxford. What matter if you are deaf? what matter if you cannot hear what we say? You are not dumb, and we shall hear you, and that is enough. My wife writes to you herself, and sends you some fans just arrived from Lilliput, which you will dispose of to the present Stella, whoever she be. Adieu, dear friend, I ​cannot in conscience keep you any longer from enjoying Mr. Stopford's conversation. I am hurrying myself here, that I may get a day or two for Dawley, where I hope that you will find me established at your return. There I propose to finish my days in ease, without sloth; and believe I shall seldom visit London, unless it be to divert myself now and then with annoying fools and knaves for a month or two. Once more adieu; no man loves you better than your faithful B——.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 18

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
SATURDAY, AT POPE'S, JUNE 24, 1727.
I AM going to London, and intend to carry this letter, which I will give you if I see you, and leave for you if I do not see you.
There would not be common sense in your going into France at this juncture, even if you intended to stay there long enough to draw the sole pleasure and profit, which I propose you should have in the acquaintance I am ready to give you there. Much less ought you to think of such an unmeaning journey, when the opportunity for quitting Ireland for England is, I believe, fairly before you. To hanker ​after a court is fit for men with blue ribbands, pompous titles, and overgrown estates. It is below either you or me; one of whom never made his fortune, and the other's turned rotten at the very moment it grew ripe. But, without hankering, without assuming a suppliant dependant's air, you may spend in England all the time you can be absent from Ireland, & faire la guerre à l'oeil. There has not been so much inactivity as you imagine; but I cannot answer for consequences. Adieu.
If you can call on me to morrow morning in your way to church, about ten o'clock, you will find me just returning to Cranford from the Pall mall.
I shall be returned again to London on Monday evening.
# The Tribes of Burma/Palaungs

A.—THE MON KHMERS.
The Palaungs
The Talaings or Peguans (1901 population 321,898) are the most important of the Mon Khmers in Burma, but they have been expressly excluded from detailed consideration in this note. The first of the Mon Khmer tribes to occupy our attention are the westernmost of them, the Palaungs, whose home is the Shan States proper and the State of Möngmit. There are a certain number of Palaungs in the Southern Shan States and to the east of the Salween, but the tribe is most strongly represented in the Northern Shan States, and notably in the State of Tawngpeng, which may be looked upon as the tribal headquarters, and there their country lies for the most part on the Burma side of the Salween. The total of Palaungs enumerated at the Census of 1901 was 56,806. In addition about 7,500 were found in the estimated areas of North Hsenwi. The Palaung country extends for some little distance into China. The main characteristics of the Palaungs are outlined in the bibliographical note at page 90. They are conspicuous among the hill tribes of this region by their universal adoption of Buddhism, their tea culture and the variety and elaboration of their women's dresses. For a tribe that lives so consistently on the hill tops as they do, they are—in Tawngpeng at any rate—a wonderfully advanced community. The connection between the Palaung and Wa languages is very close and though the Was are among the wildest and the Palaungs among the mildest of the hill-folk of the States, there can be no doubt as to the two tribes possessing a common origin which they themselves would be the first to question. The ​Palaung's nearest connections in the Shan States, however, are not the Was, but the Yins, Yangs or Riangs of Mongsit, Mongnai and Laihka, who are dealt with in the following paragraph. There are numerous sub-tribes or clans of Palaungs clearly distinguishable from each other in dress. Outsi'de a limited area in Tawngpeng the Palaungs are frequently known as Pales. The name Pale has been given the tribe by the Burmans, but the difference between the Palaungs and the Pales is recognized by the people themselves.
# The Tribes of Burma/Riangs

The Riangs
It is possible that the Riangs or Yins are nothing more or le-s than a southern branch of the Palaungs. Their country adjoins that of the Palaungs. They speak a language closely resembling Palaung and, like the Palaungs, they are Buddhists. Of the three Riang tribes—the Yanglam, the Yangwankun and the Yanghsek—the first two wear a dress (women's) that has many features in common with the Palaung woman's garb—jacket, skirt and, in some cases, waist rings, The Yanghsek, on the other hand, who are the southernmost of the three and live in the neighbourhood of the Karen country, have adopted a dress that is more Karen in its characteristics and might well lead the casual observer to classify them as Karens, The main garment is a striped thindaing and brass leg rings are worn after the fashion that culminates further south, in the ​clumsy leg ornaments of the Red Karens. The habitat of the Riangs is the eastern portion of the northern half of the Cis-Salween Southern Shan States, from Kebsi Mansam southwards to Mongsit. Like the Palaungs they are a quiet, peaceable folk. They have been but little studied hitherto. Such data of the tribe as have been recorded are mentioned in the note at page 93. The total of Yins at the 1901 Census was 3,094, practically all of whom were enumerated in the Southern Shan States. So far as is known there are no Riangs outside British territory.