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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 6/Issue 31

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THE THRONE ROOM-BUCKINGHAM PALACE. From a Photograph by H. W. King
* Buckingham Palace, by Mary Spencer-Warren.
* Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Adventure XX. The Adventure of the Crooked Man, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrated by Signey Paget.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo, No. XIII. Zig-Zag Canine by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* A Bottle of Madeira, by Angelo Lewis. Illustrated by W. C. Symons.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Alfred Earle,
* Frances Power Cobbe,
* Prince Edward of Saxe-Weimar,
* Professor Frederich Max-Müller,
* David Murray,
* Frederick Roberts
* He & She, from the French of Abraham Dreyfus. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair, by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* A Tragedy in the Air, by J. Laurence Hornibrook. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Beauties: Children.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XXIV. Mr. Edmund Yates, by Harry How.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, No. I. My First Patient, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* The Queer Side of Things
** Among the Freaks: The Wild Man of Borneo, by W. L. Alden.
** All Through a Lost Penny.
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 6/Issue 32

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THE DOCTOR From the Picture by Luke Fildes, R.A. (By kind permission of the owners of the Copyright, Mrssrs. Agnew & Sons.)
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XXV. Mr. Luke Fildes, by Harry How.
* Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Adventure XXI. The Adventure of the Resident Patient, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrated by Signey Paget.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo, No. XIV. Zig-Zag Corvine by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* Capturing a Convict, by Richard Marsh. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Sydney Grundy
* George I of Greece
* Queen Olga of Greece
* William Ewart Lockhart
* Edward Henry Bickersteth
* W. L. Wyllie
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, No. II. My Hypnotic Patient, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Beauties.
* A Story of Sweet Lavender, by Pleydell North. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair, by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* An Awkward Fix translated from the French. Illustrated by G. G. Fraser.
* From London to Chicago, by James Mortimer.
* The Queer Side of Things
** Among the Freaks: How the Fat Woman Eloped, by W. L. Alden.
** Misc.
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 6

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EDITED BY
GEORGE NEWNES
Vol. VI.
JULY TO DECEMBER
London: GEORGE NEWNES, LIMITED., 8, 9, 10, & 11, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, AND EXETER STREET, STRAND 1893
* No. 31. - July 1893.
* No. 32. - August 1893.
* No. 33. - September 1893.
* No. 34. - October 1893.
* No. 35. - November 1893.
* No. 36. - December 1893.
* Index to Volume VI.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 6/Issue 33

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THE BRIGAND'S DAUGHTER.
* A Brigand's Daughter in Belgravia, by Charles J. Mansford. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* White Lodge, by Mary Spencer-Warren.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, No. III. Very Far West, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair, by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Edward White Benson
* Hugh Lupus Grosvenor
* A. J. Webbe
* Robert Louis Stevenson
* Hamo Thornycroft
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XXVI. Mr. Hamo Thornycroft, by Harry How.
* Spiking the Guns, by C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne. Illustrated by W. B. Wollen.
* Beauties: Children.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo, No. XV. Zig-Zag Entomic by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Adventure XXII. The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrated by Signey Paget.
* Sun-Dials, by Warrington Hogg. Illustrated by Warrington Hogg.
* The Slippers of Abou-Karem by Xavier Marmier. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** Among the Freaks: N'Shugie-Gumbo, by W. L. Alden.
** Clocks of All Times
** Oddities
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# The Times/1913/Obituary/Robert Kennaway Douglas

Source: The Times, Thursday, May 22, 1913; pg. 11; Issue 40218 — Sir Robert Douglas.
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Obituary Sir Robert Douglas
Sir Robert Kennaway Douglas, the Orientalist, died at his house, Stonelea, Acton Turville, Chippenham, on Tuesday, in his 75th year.
Sir Robert Douglas was the son of the Rev. Philip W. Douglas and was educated at Blandford Grammar School. At the age of 20 he received an appointment in the Chinese Consular Service, and after a stay of seven years in the East, during which he devoted himself keenly to the study of Oriental literature, he retired from his post, and on his return to England was appointed Assistant in Charge of the Chinese Library at the British Museum. In this capacity he had served for 28 years when he was promoted to be Keeper of the Oriental Books and MSS., a position which he held until 1907, when he retired. He was also Professor of Chinese in King's College, London, of which he as Fellow from 1903 to 1908. After he had been about ten years in the British Museum he published a book on the language and literature of China, and two years afterwards he wrote on Confucianism and Taoism. Among his later publications were "The Life of Li Hung-chang," "Chinese Stories," and "Europe and the Far East."
Sir Robert Douglas married in 1866 Rachael, daughter of Mr. Kirkby Fenton, of Caldecote Hall, Warwickshire.
The funeral will take place at 3 o'clock on Saturday.
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# The Times/1914/Arts/For the Fallen

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FOR THE FALLEN.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old, Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.
LAURENCE BINYON
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# The Times/1913/Public notice/James Mew

James Mew (1837-1913) Source: Death. The Times, Tuesday, Mar 04, 1913; Issue 40150; pg. 1; col A
Layout 2MEW.—On the 25th Feb., at Sidcup, James Mew, of Inner Temple, aged 76
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# The Times/1914/Letter to the Editor/Horace Courtenay Gammell Forbes

Source: The Times (London, England), Friday, Jun 26, 1914; pg. 9; Issue 40560. — The late Lord Forbes. E. G. SELWYN.
THE LATE LORD FORBES
TO THE EDITOR OF THE TIMES
Sir.—Some of your readers who knew the late Lord Forbes may be interested in reading the following tribute which was paid to him by Dr. William Sewell, the rounder of Radley. Sewell was himself Warden of Radley for eight years (1853–1861), and for six of those the Master of Forbes (as he then was) was one of his colleagues. The words are quoted from a speech (covering 155 pages of print!) which was delivered at an Old Radleian dinner in 1872. He alludes to Lord Forbes as—
" … A man who, more than any other, stamped upon Radley by his acts the great idea which it was intended to realize—the idea of the dignity, the sacredness, the nobility of the work of Christian education. I doubt if he himself was conscious of the inestimable value of his mere presence in our family, or of the strength, the comfort, the aid which he gave to me in all my troubles. On no man's judgment, taste and elevation of mind could I rely with so much confidence as I relied upon Lord Forbes. You were the sons of gentlemen, born many of you to rank and station; and such boys will never be educated well till they are educated by men themselves of rank and station I am sure you felt it—I am sure that the very presence of Lord Forbes among us, his voluntary devotion to his work, his quiet zeal, his unaffected, unconscious superiority, did you incalculable good You know that I never permitted a word, or thought, or look from anyone disrespectful top the brothers who worked with me. How well I remember one day a fine and fastidious lady (and O! that fine fastidious ladies could understand the folly and the mischief of their contemptible contemptuousness!)—she was staying with us, and in no respectful mood inquired who the man was that would take charge of her boy, She was a lady of rank from Scotland. And I do not forget her face, when I replied that the man who would take charge of her son was the Master of Forbes."
Yours faithfully, E. G. SELWYN
    Radley College, Berks.
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# The Times/1914/News/Death of Mrs. Huxley

Source: The Times (London, England), Monday, Apr 06, 1914; pg. 8; Issue 40490 — Death Of Mrs. Huxley
Death of Mrs. Huxley
Her last published poem.
We regret to announce the death of Mrs. Huxley, widow of the Right Hon. Thomas Henry Huxley, which took place yesterday morning at Hodeslea, Eastbourne, in her 89th year.
As stated in our memoir, a poem by Mrs. Huxley, which she wrote a week or two ago, appears in the current issue of the English Review. The opening stanza is as follows:—
Far away in the distance, with longing and rapture heart-free, As a girl I gazed right away, where the heaven touched the sea, I wished for the wings of a swallow to get to the Great Beyond, And so at the last discover should to my soul respond, The key to my dearest wishes, the full cup of desire, The reaching to high ambition, till I could get no higher, The finding ideal love in one man's kindred soul, The love that makes the breakings of life a thing to thole.
A memoir of Mrs. Huxley appears on page 12.
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# The Times/1913/Obituary/William Edward Armytage Axon

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Source: Obituary. The Times, Tuesday, Dec 30, 1913; Issue 40407; pg. 9; col B — Dr. W. E. A. Axon.
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Dr. W. E. A. Axon.
Dr. William Edward Armytage Axon, a well-known Manchester journalist, died on Saturday at his home in Victoria Park, Manchester, from an internal complaint from which he had suffered for some months.
Dr. Axon was best known as an antiquary and a bibliographer, but his interests were extremely varied. He was a prominent member of the Anti-Tobacco League, and was also an ardent vegetarian. As hon. secretary of the Manchester and Salford Sunday Society he took a prominent part in the agitation for the opening of the Manchester libraries on Sunday. He had begun life as a boy in the Manchester Reference Library, and was early drawn to literary pursuits. Later he wrote much on the folklore and historical associations of Lancashire and Cheshire, and the antiquaries of these counties made him their president. Besides this, as a member of the English Dialect Society he wrote many tales and sketches illustrating the dialect and customs of the county in which he lived. He was also the author of "Cobden as a Citizen" (1907). He had been for 30 years on the literary staff of the Manchester Guardian, and for his general literary work was distinguished by the Manchester University, which conferred on him the honorary degree of Master of Arts. This honour was received only two months ago, when Dr. Axon was lying on his sick-bed. he was also a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, an honorary LL.D. of Wilberforce University, and had contributed articles to the Encyclopædia Britannica, the Dictionary of National Biography, the American Encyclopædia, and Notes and Queries.
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# The Times/1913/Public notice/William Younger Fletcher

William Younger Fletcher (1830-1913) Source: Deaths. The Times, Wednesday, Nov 19, 1913; Issue 40373; pg. 1; col A
Layout 2FLETCHER.— On the 17th inst., at Addison Lodge, Kew, William Younger Fletcher, F.S.A., late of the British Museum, Bloomsbury, aged 83. Funeral at Richmond Cemetery on Friday at 2 p.m.
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 4

April, 1891. (transcription project)
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A PICTURE-LETTER.
By Sir Edward Landseer.
* Pictures with Histories (continued).
* "Two Fishers;" from the French of Guy de Maupassant. Illustrations by L. Leslie Brooke.
* Babies. Illustrations by John Gülich.
* "On the Stump for the Pump," by Sir Wilfred Lawson. Illustrations by J. F. Sullivan, C. Harrison; and from Photographs.
* "The King's Stratagem," by S. J. Weyman. Illustrations by Paul Hardy.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Earl Granville.
* G. F. Watts, R.A.
* Sir John Everett Millais, Bart., R.A.
* Sir Richard Everard Webster.
* Miss Marion Terry.
* William Terriss.
* Charles Bradlaugh.
* Henry Pettitt.
* A New Industry for Ladies, by Miss Grace Harriman. Illustrations by Miss I. G. Brittain.
* "The Waltz in 'Faust,'" by Richard Dowling. Illustrations by Ernest G. Beach.
* Orchids: From a popular point of view. Illustrations by J. H. Hipsley.
* "A Thing that Glistened," by Frank R. Stockton. Illustrations by Frank Feller.
* The State of the Law Courts, I. Illustrations by A. Ludovici.
* Stories of the Victoria Cross: Told by Those who have Won it. Illustrations by Sidney Paget, Harry Payne and W. B. Wollen, R.I.
* Playwrights' Manuscripts.
* "The Luckiest Man in the Colony," by E. W. Hornung. Illustrations by A. Pearse.
* Jamrach's. Illustrations by J. L. Wimbush.
* "The Spider's Web," a Story for Children; from the French of Jacques Normand. Illustrations by Gordon Browne, R.B.A.
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# The Vow of the Peacock and Other Poems/The Feast of Life

THE FEAST OF LIFE.
Bid thee to my mystic Feast, Each one thou lovest is gather'd there; Yet put thou on a mourning robe, And bind the cypress in thy hair. The hall is vast, and cold, and drear; The board with faded flowers is spread; Shadows of beauty flit around, But beauty from which bloom has fled;
And music echoes from the walls, But music with a dirge-like sound; And pale and silent are the guests, And every eye is on the ground.
Here, take this cup, though dark it seem, And drink to human hopes and fears; 'Tis from their native element The cup is fill'd—it is of tears.
What, turnest thou with averted brow? Thou scornest this poor feast of mine; And askest for a purple robe, Light words, glad smiles, and sunny wine. In vain—the veil has left thine eyes, Or such these would have seem'd to thee; Before thee is the Feast of Life, But life in its reality!
# The Vow of the Peacock and Other Poems/The First Grave

THE FIRST GRAVE.
[This poem originated in the circumstance of the first grave being formed in the churchyard of the new church at Brompton. The place had been recently a garden, and some of the flowers yet shewed themselves among the grass, where this one tenant, the forerunner of its population, had taken up his last abode.]
A single grave!—the only one  In this unbroken ground, Where yet the garden leaf and flower  Are lingering around. A single grave!—my heart has felt  How utterly alone In crowded halls, were breathed for me  Not one familiar tone;
The shade where forest-trees shut out  All but the distant sky;— I've felt the loneliness of night  When the dark winds pass'd by; My pulse has quickened with its awe,  My lip has gasped for breath; But what were they to such as this—  The solitude of death!
A single grave!—we half forget  How sunder human ties, When round the silent place of rest  A gathered kindred lies. We stand beneath the haunted yew,  And watch each quiet tomb; And in the ancient churchyard feel  Solemnity, not gloom:
The place is purified with hope,  The hope that is of prayer; And human love, and heavenward thought,  And pious faith, are there. The wild flowers spring amid the grass;  And many a stone appears, Carved by affection's memory,  Wet with affection's tears.
The golden chord which binds us all  Is loosed, not rent in twain; And love, and hope, and fear, unite  To bring the past again. But this grave is so desolate,  With no remembering stone, No fellow-graves for sympathy—  'Tis utterly alone.
I do not know who sleeps beneath,  His history or name— Whether if, lonely in his life,  He is in death the same: Whether he died unloved, unmourned,  The last leaf on the bough; Or, if some desolated hearth  Is weeping for him now.
Perhaps this is too fanciful:—  Though single be his sod, Yet not the less it has around  The presence of his God. It may be weakness of the heart,  But yet its kindliest, best: Better if in our selfish world  It could be less represt.
Those gentler charities which draw  Man closer with his kind— Those sweet humanities which make  The music which they find. How many a bitter word 'twould hush—  How many a pang 'twould save, If life more precious held those ties  Which sanctify the grave!
# The Vow of the Peacock and Other Poems/The Change

THE CHANGE.
Thy features do not wear the light  They wore in happier days; Though still there may be much to love,  There's little left to praise.
The rose has faded from thy cheek—  There's scarce a blush left now; And there's a dark and weary sign  Upon thine altered brow.
Thy raven hair is dashed with gray,  Thine eyes are dim with tears; And care, before thy youth is past,  Has done the work of years.
Beautiful wreck! for still thy face,  Though changed, is very fair; Like beauty's moonlight, left to shew  Her morning sun was there.
Come, here are friends and festival,  Recall thine early smile; And wear yon wreath, whose glad red rose  Will lend its bloom awhile.
Come, take thy lute, and sing again  The song you used to sing— The bird-like song:—See, though unused,  The lute has every string.
What, doth thy hand forget the lute?  Thy brow reject the wreath?
Alas! whate'er the change above,  There's more of change beneath!
The smile may come, the smile may go,  The blush shine and depart; But farewell when their sense is quench'd  Within the breaking heart.
And such is thine: 'tis vain to seek  The shades of past delight: Fling down the wreath, and break the lute;  They mock our souls to-night.