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# The New International Encyclopædia/Fish Plate

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​ FISH PLATE (so called from overlapping, like the scales of a fish). A name given to a flat plate or bar of iron employed in pairs to connect the ends of adjacent rails in railway track. The two plates are placed on opposite sides of the webs of the rails, and are held by bolts passing through the plates and the webs of the two rails. The fish-plate joint was invented in America, in 1830, by Col. R. L. Stevens, and was first used on the Camden and Amboy Railroad. In order to increase the strength of the joint, the angle bar was devised about 1868 or 1870, having a vertical web like the fish plate and an inclined flange extending over the rail-base. The angle-bar joint is now almost universally employed. A full discussion of rail-joints is contained in Tratman, Railway Track and Track Work (New York, 1900). See Railways.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Fisher's Island

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​ FISHER'S ISLAND. An island off the harbor of New London, Conn., at the east entrance of Long island Sound (Map: Connecticut, H 4). It belongs to Southold Township, Suffolk County, L. I., and is about seven miles long, and one mile or less wide, with an area of about 4000 acres. The surface is undulating, the soil fertile and well adapted for agriculture. A large portion is occupied as a military reservation, and here is situated Fort Wright, which forms one of the defenses of the eastern end of Long Island Sound.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Fisher, George Jackson

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​FISHER, George Jackson (1825-93). An American physician, born at North Castle, N. Y., and educated at the New York University Medical School. He was medical attendant at the State prison, Sing Sing, from 1853 to 1854, United States examining physician of the Seventh Brigade, New York State National Guard, from 1853 to 1873, and president of the New York State Medical Society in 1874. He succeeded Dr. Samuel D. Gross as the contributor of a “History of Surgery” to the International Encyclopædia of Surgery, and published: On the Animal Substances Employed as Medicines by the Ancients (1862); Diploteratology: an Essay on Compound Human Monsters (1866); Are Malformations or Monstrosities of the Fœtus in Utero Ever Produced by the Power of Maternal Emotion? (1870); A Brief History of the Discovery of the Circulation of the Blood (1877); Teratology (1875); Sketches of Some of the Old Masters of Anatomy, Medicine, and Surgery (1880-83).
# The New International Encyclopædia/Fisher

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​ FISHER, or Pennant's Marten. The largest (except the wolverine) of the fur-bearing carnivores of the weasel family (Mustelidæ) called in books Pennant's marten (Mustela Pennanti). It is found in forested and uncivilized parts of Canada and the Northern United States, where it formerly ranged southward to Tennesee. It is about thirty inches long, besides the tail which is twelve inches or so more. In color it is chiefly black, often with gray or brown tints toward the head. It is a fierce nocturnal animal, living chiefly on birds and small quadrupeds, and having the general habits of the marten. Its fur in winter is good, and is much used in Europe. The black tail was once a favorite ornament to the caps of the Polish Jews. It is called by the trappers pekan, wejack, or perhaps more commonly black-cat. The name ‘fisher’ is said to be due to the fondness of the animal for the fish with which early trappers baited their marten-traps, but more probably arose from misunderstanding of its habits, or confusion with the mink. It is a great nuisance to marten-trappers whatever bait they use, but is itself taken without difficulty in large traps baited with meat. Consult Coues, Fur-bearing Animals (Washington, 1877).
# The New International Encyclopædia/Fisher, Charles (comedian)

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​ FISHER, Charles (1816-91). A comedian who began his career in England, but after 1852 was connected with the American stage. He was born in Suffolk, of a theatrical family, and made his debut in 1844 at the Princess's Theatre, London. He came to this country to join William E. Burton, making his first appearance here as Ferment in The School of Reform. His subsequent active life was spent in three companies: with Burton from 1852 to 1861, Wallack from 1861 to 1872, and Daly from 1872 to 1890, when he retired. His most characteristic and noted part was Triplet, in Masks and Faces, others of his best being Sir Peter Teazle, Jaques in As You Like It, and Graves in Money. He was tall and dignified in appearance and an admirable player of old men. He died in New York. Consult Hutton, in Famous American Actors of To-Day, ed. by McKay and Wingate (New York, 1896).
# The Lost World

Professor Summerlee, F.R.S. Frontispiece
E. D. Malone (Daily Gazette) Professor G. E. Challenger, F.R.S., F.R.C.S. Lord John Roxton THE MEMBERS OF THE EXPLORING PARTY. From a photograph by William Ransford, Hampstead.
THE LOST WORLD
Being an account of the recent amazing adventures of
Professor George E. Challenger, Lord John Roxton,
Professor Summerlee, and Mr. E. D. Malone
of the "Daily Gazette."
by
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
Author of "Sir Nigel," "The White Company," "Rodney Stone," &c., &c.
HODDER AND STOUGHTON
LONDON NEW YORK TORONTO
I have wrought my simple plan
If I give one hour of joy
To the boy who's half a man,
Or the man who's half a boy.
FOREWORD
Mr. E. D. Malone desires to state that both the injunction for restraint and the libel action have been withdrawn unreservedly by Professor G. E. Challenger, who, being satisfied that no criticism or comment in this book is meant in an offensive spirit, has guaranteed that he will place no impediment to its publication and circulation. Mr. E. D. Malone would wish also to express his gratitude to Mr. Patrick L. Forbes, of Rosslyn Hill, Hampstead, for the skill and sympathy with which he has worked up the sketches which were brought from South America, and also to Mr. W. Ransford, of Elm Row, Hampstead, for his valuable expert help in dealing with the photographs.
CONTENTS :
| | PAGE |
| CHAPTER I ||
| "THERE ARE HEROISMS ALL ROUND US" | 9 |
| CHAPTER II ||
| "TRY YOUR LUCK WITH PROFESSOR CHALLENGER" | 18 |
| CHAPTER III ||
| "HE IS A PERFECTLY IMPOSSIBLE PERSON" | 29 |
| CHAPTER IV ||
| "IT'S JUST THE VERY BIGGEST THING IN THE WORLD " | 40 ​ |
| CHAPTER V ||
| "QUESTION!" | 63 |
| CHAPTER VI ||
| "I WAS THE FLAIL OF THE LORD" | 82 |
| CHAPTER VII ||
| "TO-MORROW WE DISAPPEAR INTO THE UNKNOWN" | 96 |
| CHAPTER VIII ||
| "THE OUTLYING PICKETS OF THE NEW WORLD" | 110 |
| CHAPTER IX ||
| "WHO COULD HAVE FORESEEN IT?" | 129 |
| CHAPTER X ||
| "THE MOST WONDERFUL THINGS HAVE HAPPENED" | 162 |
| CHAPTER XI ||
| "FOR ONCE I WAS THE HERO" | 182 ​ |
| CHAPTER XII ||
| "IT WAS DREADFUL IN THE FOREST" | 206 |
| CHAPTER XIII ||
| "A SIGHT WHICH I SHALL NEVER FORGET" | 228 |
| CHAPTER XIV ||
| "THOSE WERE THE REAL CONQUESTS" | 249 |
| CHAPTER XV ||
| "OUR EYES HAVE SEEN GREAT WONDERS" | 270 |
| CHAPTER XVI ||
| "A PROCESSION! A PROCESSION!" | 294 |
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# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 4/Chapter 22

CHAP. XXII.
Albeit, gentle reader, I have lusted earnestly, and endeavoured carefully (according to the measure of such slender skill as God has vouchsafed me, and as convenient leisure from other occasions of needful profit and healthful pastime have permitted) that these little books, which I here put into thy hands, ​might stand instead of many bigger books—yet have I carried myself towards thee in such fanciful guise of careless disport, that right sore am I ashamed now to entreat thy lenity seriously—in beseeching thee to believe it of me, that in the story of my father and his christen-names,—I had no thoughts of treading upon Francis the First—nor in the affair of the nose—upon Francis the Ninth—nor in the character of my uncle Toby—of characterizing the militiating spirits of my country—the wound upon his groin, is a wound to every comparison of that kind,—nor by Trim,—that I meant the duke of Ormond—or that my book is wrote against predestination, or free will, or taxes—If 'tis wrote against any thing,—'tis wrote, an' please your worships, against the spleen; in order, by a more ​frequent and a more convulsive elevation and depression of the diaphragm, and the succussations of the intercostal and abdominal muscles in laughter, to drive the gall and other bitter juices from the gall bladder, liver and sweet-bread of his majesty's subjects, with all the inimicitious passions which belong to them, down into their duodenums.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 4/Chapter 21

CHAP. XXI.
As Francis the first of France was one winterly night warming himself over the embers of a wood fire, and talking with his first minister of sundry ​things for the good of the state—it would not be amiss, said the king, stirring up the embers with his cane, if this good understanding betwixt ourselves and Switzerland was a little strengthened—There is no end, Sire, replied the minister, in giving money to these people—they would swallow up the treasury of France—Poo! poo! answered the king—there are more ways, Mons. le Premier, of bribing states, besides that of giving money—I'll pay Switzerland the honour of standing godfather for my next child—Your majesty, said the minister, in so doing, would have all the grammarians in Europe upon your back;—Switzerland, as a republick, being a female, can in no construction be godfather—She may be godmother, replied Francis, hastily—so announce my ​intentions by a courier to morrow morning.
I am astonished, said Francis the First, (that day fortnight) speaking to his minister as he entered the closet, that we have had no answer from Switzerland—Sire, I wait upon you this moment, said Mons. le Premier, to lay before you my dispatches upon that business.—They take it kindly? said the king—They do, Sire, replied the minister, and have the highest sense of the honour your majesty has done them—but the republick, as godmother, claims her right in this case, of naming the child.
In all reason, quoth the king—she will christen him Francis, or Henry, or Lewis, or some name that she knows will be agreeable to us. Your majesty is de​ceived, replied the minister—I have this hour received a dispatch from our resident, with the determination of the republick on that point also—And what name has the republick fixed upon for the Dauphin?—Shadrach, Mesech, and Abed-nego, replied the minister—By saint Peter's girdle, I will have nothing to do with the Swiss, cried Francis the First, pulling up his breeches and walking hastily across the floor.
Your majesty, replied the minister calmly, cannot bring yourself off.
We'll pay them in money—said the king.
Sire, there are not sixty thousand crowns in the treasury, answered the minister—I'll pawn the best jewel ​in my crown, quoth Francis the First.
Your honour stands pawn'd already in this matter, answered Monsieur le Premier.
Then, Mons. le Premier, said the king, by ——— we'll go to war with 'em.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 4/Chapter 28

CHAP. XXVIII.
— Can you tell me, quoth Phutatorius, speaking to Gastripheres who sat next to him,—for one would not apply to a surgeon in so foolish an affair,—can you tell me, Gastripheres, ​what is best to take out the fire?—Ask Eugenius, said Gastripheres—That greatly depends, said Eugenius, pretending ignorance of the adventure, upon the nature of the part—If it is a tender part, and a part which can conveniently be wrapt up—It is both the one and the other, replied Phutatorius, laying his hand as he spoke, with an emphatical nod of his head upon the part in question, and lifting up his right leg at the same time to ease and ventilate it—If that is the case, said Eugenius, I would advise you, Phutatorius, not to tamper with it by any means; but if you will send to the next printer, and trust your cure to such a simple thing as a soft sheet of paper just come off the press—you need do nothing more than twist it round—The damp paper, quoth Yorick (who sat next to his friend Eugenius) though I know it ​has a refreshing coolness in it—yet I presume is no more than the vehicle—and that the oil and lamp-black with which the paper is so strongly impregnated, does the business—Right, said Eugenius, and is of any outward application I would venture to recommend the most anodyne and safe.
Was it my case, said Gastripheres, as the main thing is the oil and lamp-black, I should spread them thick upon a rag, and clap it on directly. That would make a very devil of it, replied Yorick—And besides, added Eugenius, it would not answer the intention, which is the extreame neatness and elegance of the prescription, which the faculty hold to be half in half—for consider, if the type is a very small one, (which it should be) the sanative particles, which come into ​contact in this form, have the advantage of being spread so infinitely thin and with such a mathematical equality (fresh paragraphs and large capitals excepted) as no art or management of the spatula can come up to. It falls out very luckily, replied Phutatorius, that the second edition of my treatise de Concubinis retinendis, is at this instant in the press—You may take any leaf of it, said Eugenius—No matter which—provided, quoth Yorick, there is no bawdry in it—
They are just now, replied Phutatorius, printing off the ninth chapter—which is the last chapter but one in the book—Pray what is the title to that chapter, said Yorick, making a respectful bow to Phutatorius as he spoke—I think, answered Phutatorius, 'tis that, de re concubinariâ.
​For heaven's sake keep out of that chapter, quoth Yorick.
—By all means—added Eugenius.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 4/Chapter 3

CHAP. III.
Did ever man, brother Toby, cried my father, raising himself up upon his elbow, and turning himself round to the opposite side of the bed where my uncle Toby was sitting in his old fringed chair, with his chin resting upon his crutch—did ever a poor unfortunate man, brother Toby, cried my father, receive so many lashes?—The most I ever saw given, quoth my uncle Toby, (ringing ​the bell at the bed's head for Trim) was to a grenadier, I think in Makay's regiment.
—Had my uncle Toby shot a bullet thro' my father's heart, he could not have fallen down with his nose upon the quilt more suddenly.
Bless me! said my uncle Toby.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 4/Chapter 20

CHAP. XX.
What a rate have I gone on at, curvetting and frisking it away, two up and two down for four volumes together, without looking once behind, or even on one side of me, to see whom I trod upon!—I'll tread upon no one,—quoth I to myself when I mounted—I'll take a good rattling gallop; but I'll not hurt the poorest jack-ass upon the road—So off I set—up one lane—down another, through this turn-pike—over that, as if the arch-jockey of jockeys had got behind me.
Now ride at this rate with what good intention and resolution you may,—'tis a million to one you'll do some one a ​mischief, if not yourself—He's flung—he's off—he's lost his seat—he's down—he'll break his neck—see!—if he has not galloped full amongst the scaffolding of the undertaking criticks!—he'll knock his brains out against some of their posts—he's bounced out!—look—he's now riding like a madcap full tilt through a whole crowd of painters, fiddlers, poets, biographers, physicians, lawyers, logicians, players, schoolmen, churchmen, statesmen, soldiers, casuists, connoisseurs, prelates, popes, and engineers—Don't fear, said I—I'll not hurt the poorest jack-ass upon the king's high-way—But your horse throws dirt; see you've splash'd a bishop—I hope in God, 'twas only Ernulphus, said I—But you have squirted full in the faces of Mess. Le Moyne, De Romigny, and De Marcilly, doctors of the Sorbonne—That was last year, re​plied I—But you have trod this moment upon a king.—Kings have bad times on't, said I, to be trod upon by such people as me.
—You have done it, replied my accuser.
I deny it, quoth I, and so have got off, and here am I standing with my bridle in one hand, and with my cap in the other, to tell my story—And what is it? You shall hear in the next chapter.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 4/Chapter 26

CHAP. XXVI.
— See if he is not cutting it all into slips, and giving them about him to light their pipes!—'Tis abominable, answered Didius; it should not go unnoticed, said doctor Kysarcius— ☞ he was of the Kysarcij of the low countries.
Methinks, said Didius, half rising from his chair, in order to remove a ​bottle and a tall decanter, which stood in a direct line betwixt him and Yorick—you might have spared this sarcastick stroke, and have hit upon a more proper place, Mr. Yorick—or at least upon a more proper occasion to have shewn your contempt of what we have been about: If the Sermon is of no better worth than to light pipes with—'twas certainly, Sir, not good enough to be preached before so learned a body; and if 'twas good enough to be preached before so learned a body—'twas certainly, Sir, too good to light their pipes with afterwards.
—I have got him fast hung up, quoth Didius to himself, upon one of the two horns of my dilemma—let him get off as he can.
​I have undergone such unspeakable torments, in bringing forth this sermon, quoth Yorick, upon this occasion,—that I declare, Didius, I would suffer martyrdom—and if it was possible my horse with me, a thousand times over, before I would sit down and make such another: I was delivered of it at the wrong end of me—it came from my head instead of my heart—and it is for the pain it gave me, both in the writing and preaching of it, that I revenge myself of it, in this manner.—To preach, to shew the extent of our reading, or the subtleties of our wit—to parade it in the eyes of the vulgar with the beggarly accounts of a little learning, tinseled over with a few words which glitter, but convey little light and less warmth—is a dishonest use of the poor single half hour in a week which is put into our hands—'Tis not preaching ​the gospel—but ourselves—For my own part, continued Yorick, I had rather direct five words point blank to the heart—
As Yorick pronounced the word point blank, my uncle Toby rose up to say something upon projectiles—when a single word, and no more, uttered from the opposite side of the table, drew every one's ears towards it—a word of all others in the dictionary the last in that place to be expected—a word I am ashamed to write—yet must be written—must be read;—illegal—uncanonical—guess ten thousand guesses, multiplied into themselves—rack—torture your invention for ever, you're where you was—In short, I'll tell it in the next chapter.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 4/Chapter 23

CHAP. XXIII.
— But can the thing be undone, Yorick? said my father—for in my opinion, continued he, it cannot. I am a vile canonist, replied Yorick—but of all evils, holding suspense to be the most tormenting, we shall at least know the worst of this matter. I hate these great dinners—said my father—The size ​of the dinner is not the point, answered Yorick—we want, Mr. Shandy, to dive into the bottom of this doubt, whether the name can be changed or not—and as the beards of so many commissaries, officials, advocates, proctors, registers, and of the most able of our school-divines, and others, are all to meet in the middle of one table, and Didius has so pressingly invited you,—who in your distress would miss such an occasion? All that is requisite, continued Yorick, is to apprize Didius, and let him manage a conversation after dinner so as to introduce the subject—Then my brother Toby, cried my father, clapping his two hands together, shall go with us.
​—Let my old tye wig, quoth my uncle Toby, and my laced regimentals, be hung to the fire all night, Trim.
# The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala

THE LUZUMIYAT
OF
ABU’L-ALA
Selected from his Luzum ma la Yalzam and Suct us-Zand and first rendered into English
By AMEEN RIHANI Author of The Book of Khaled
(Second Edition)
NEW YORK JAMES T. WHITE & CO., 1920
"His poems generally known as the Luzumiyat arrest attention by their boldness and originality as well as by the sombre and earnest tone which pervades them."—Raynold A. Nicholson: A History of the Arabs.
"Abu'l-Ala is a poet many centuries ahead of his time."—Von Kremer.
COPYRIGHTED 1918 BY JAMES T. WHITE & CO.
To Abu'l-Ala
Preface.
Notes to Preface
The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala
Notes to the Quatrains
Press and Personal Notices
TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS
EMIR FEISAL
IN WHOM ARE CENTRED
THE HOPES AND ASPIRATIONS
OF THE SYRIAN PEOPLE
FOR A UNITED SYRIA
THIS BOOK
IS DEDICATED
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# The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala/To Abu'l-Ala

TO ABU'L-ALA
IN thy fountained peristyles of Reason
Glows the light and flame of desert noons;
And in the cloister of thy pensive Fancy
Wisdom burns the spikenard of her moons.
Closed by Fate the portals of the dwelling
Of thy sight, the light thus inward flowed;
And on the shoulders of the crouching Darkness
Thou hast risen to the highest road.
I have seen thee walking with Canopus
Through the stellar spaces of the night;
I have heard thee asking thy Companion,
"Where be now my staff, and where thy light?"
Abu'l-Ala, in the heaving darkness,
Didst thou not the whisperings hear of me?
In thy star-lit wilderness, my Brother,
Didst thou not a burdened shadow see?
I have walked and I have slept beside thee,
I have laughed and I have wept as well;
I have heard the voices of thy silence
Melting in thy Jannat and thy hell.
I remember, too, that once the Saki
Filled the antique cup and gave it thee;
Now, filled with the treasures of thy wisdom, Thou dost pass that very cup to me.
By the God of thee, my Syrian Brother,
Which is best, the Saki's cup or thine?
Which the mystery divine uncovers—
If the cover covers aught divine.
And if it lies hid in the soul of silence
Like incense in the dust of ambergris,
Wouldst thou burn it to perfume the terror
Of the caverns of the dried-up seas?
Where'er it be, Oh! let it be, my Brother.—
Though "thrice-imprisoned," thou hast forged
us more
Solid weapons for the life-long battle
Than all the Heaven-taught Armorers of yore.
"Thrice-imprisoned," thou wert e'en as mighty,
In the boundless kingdom of the mind,
As the whirlwind that compels the ocean,
As the thunder that compels the wind.
"Thrice-imprisoned," thou wert freer truly
Than the liegeless Arab on his mare,—
Freer than the bearers of the sceptre,—
Freer than the winged lords of the air.
"Thrice-imprisoned," thou hast sung of freedom
As but a few of all her heroes can;
Thou hast undermined the triple prison
Of the mind and heart and soul of man.
In thy fountained peristyles of Reason
Glows the light and flame of desert noons;
And in the cloister of thy pensive Fancy
Wisdom burns the spikenard of her moons.
Ameen Rihani.