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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Salt Lake

Edition of 1879. See also Salt Lake County, Utah on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​SALT LAKE, a N. county of Utah, bordering on Great Salt lake, and intersected by Jordan river; area, 1,200 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 18,337. The Wahsatch mountains cross the E. part; the W. portion descends toward the valley of the lake. Along the base of the mountains the soil is productive when irrigated. There are four mining districts, producing gold, silver, and lead in 1874 to the value of more than $4,000,000. There are smelting works, stamp mills, flouring mills, saw mills, breweries, tanneries, and various manufactories. The county has several railroads. The chief productions in 1870 were 26,838 bushels of wheat, 6,838 of Indian corn, 4,584 of oats, 4,413 of barley, 16,216 of potatoes, 4,285 lbs. of wool, 16,207 of butter, and 1,172 tons of hay. There were (on farms) 455 horses, 611 milch cows, 1,058 other cattle, 3,184 sheep, and 243 swine. Capital, Salt Lake City.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Salem (Virginia)

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SALEM, a town and the county seat of Roanoke co., Virginia, on the Roanoke river and the Atlantic, Mississippi, and Ohio railroad, 145 m. W. by S. of Richmond; pop. in 1870, 1,355, of whom 500 were colored ; in 1875, about 2,000. It is at the head of the valley of Virginia, between the Blue Ridge and Alleghany mountains, and is celebrated for its healthfulness, mild climate, and fine scenery. It is a favorite summer resort. In the immediate vicinity are sulphur and chalybeate springs, and within a radius of 30 m. are seven of the most celebrated mineral springs in Virginia. The Valley railroad, in course of construction, is to terminate here. The town has several hotels, a national bank, two free schools (white and colored), two weekly newspapers, and Baptist, Episcopal, Lutheran, Methodist, and Presbyterian churches. It is the seat of Roanoke college, Lutheran, founded in 1853, which has beautiful grounds and three fine brick buildings. There are collegiate, normal, and preparatory departments; and select courses may be pursued. The library contains about 13,000 volumes. The college has extensive chemical and philosophical apparatus and a large cabinet of minerals. In 1874-'5 it had 9 instructors and 167 students (84 collegiate, 40 select and normal, and 43 preparatory). The number of alumni in 1875 was 133. The theological seminary of the Evangelical Lutheran church, founded at Lexington, S. C., in 1830, was removed to Salem in 1873.
# The American Journal of Sociology/Reviews
## Volume 1

* "Reviews", Vol. 1, No. 2 (Sep., 1895), pp. 218–230
   * Annales de l'Institut International de Sociologie.—A. W. Small
   * Bosanquet, Bernard (Editor). Aspects of the Social Problem.—W. I. Thomas.
   * Dyer, Henry. The Evolution of Industry.—A. W. Small
   * Hobson, John A. The Evolution of Modern Capitalism.—A. W. Small
   * Von Halle, Ernst. Trusts, or Industrial Combinations in the United States.—A. W. Small
   * Wright, Carroll D. Industrial Evolution of the United States. —Edw. W. Bemis
* "Reviews", Vol. 1, No. 4 (Jan., 1896), pp. 492–508
   * John Bascom. Social Theory. A Grouping of Social Facts and Principles.—A. W. Small
   * Jacob A. Biddle. Social Regeneration.—C. R. Henderson
   * Wilbur F. Crafts. Practical Christian Sociology. A series of special lectures before Princeton Theological Seminary and Marietta College, with supplemental notes and appendixes.—A. W. Small
   * Washington Gladden. Ruling Ideas of the Present Age.—A. W. Small
   * William M. Salter. Anarchy or Government? An Inquiry in Fundamental Politics.—A. W. Small
   * E. J. Simcox. Primitive Civilizations.—W. I. Thomas
   * Richard Mayo-Smith. Statistics and Sociology.—E. R. L. Gould
   * Frederick Howard Wines. Punishment and Reformation.—C. R. Henderson
* "Reviews", Vol. 1, No. 5 (Mar., 1896), pp. 633–642
   * A. H. Keane. Ethnology.—Merton L. Miller
   * Simon L. Patton. The Theory of Social Forces.—Lester F. Ward
# The American Journal of Sociology/Seminar Notes
## Volume 1

* "Seminar Notes." Vol. 1, No. 1 (July., 1895), pp. 104-112
* "Seminar Notes." Vol. 1, No. 2 (Sep., 1895), pp. 237-240
# The American Journal of Sociology/Notes and Abstracts
## Volume 1
#### Number 5

* "Notes and Abstracts", Vol. 1, No. 5 (Mar., 1896), pp. 643–652
# The Clever Necromancer

1906
* "The Clever Necromancer", in The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. XCVII, 1906.
* The Clever Necromancer in The Princess Pourquoi, 1907
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# The Book of Scottish Song/Adieu

Adieu.
[Written by Burns aa a farewell to the brethren of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton, when the poet contemplated going to the West Indies.—Tune, "Good night an' joy be wi' you a'."]
Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu! Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd few, Companions of my social joy! Though I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing fortune's sliddry ba', With melting heart, and brimful eye, I'll mind you still, though far awa'.
Oft have I met your social band, And spent the cheerful festive night; Oft, honour'd with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light; And by that hieroglyphic bright, Which none but craftsmen ever saw! Strong memory on my heart shall write Those happy scents when far awa'!
May freedom, harmony, and love, Unite you in the grand design, Beneath the omniscient eye above, The glorious architect divine! That you may keep th' unerring line, Still rising by the plummet's law, Till order bright completely shine— Shall be my prayer when far awa'.
And you, farewell! whose merits claim, Justly, that highest badge to wear! Heaven bliss your honour'd, noble name, To masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here, When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear, To him, the bard, that's far awa'.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Adieu for evermore

Adieu for evermore.
[This beautiful Jacobite song appears in Johnson's Museum, and doubtless received some touches from the masterly hand of Burns. Hogg says that it was written by a Captain Ogilvie, who fought on King James's side at the battle of the Boyne, and was afterwards killed on the banks of the Rhine in 1695. But we do not place the slightest reliance on this statement. Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe quotes an old street ballad, called "Bonnie Mally Stuart," written much in the same measure as the present song, and containing one verse almost exactly similar to the third verse here given, which is certainly the most beautiful of the whole. The first and the last stanzas of the ballad are as follows. It is the last stanza that so strongly resembles the one in the Jacobite song.
"The cold winter is past and gone, And now comes on the spring, And I am one of the king's life-guards, And I must go fight for him, my dear, And I must go fight for him.
"The trooper turn'd himself about, All on the Irish shore; He has given then the bridle-reins a shake, Saying, Adieu for evermore, my dear, Saying, Adieu for ever more!"]
It was a' for our rightfu' king, We left fair Scotland's strand! It was a' for our richtfu' king, We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land.
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain: My love, my native land, farewell; For I maun cross the main, my dear, For I maun cross the main.
He turn'd him richt and round about Upon the Irish shore, And ga'e his bridle-reins a shake, With, Adieu for evermore, my love, With, Adieu for evermore.
The sodger frae the war returns, The sailor frae the main; But I ha'e parted frae my love, Never to meet again, my love, Never to meet again.
When day is gane, and nicht is come, And a' folk bound to sleep, I think on him that's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear, The lee-lang night, and weep.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Advice to the Lasses

Advice to the Lasses.
[J. Burtt.]
Lasses, lookna sourly meek, But laugh an' love in youth's gay morn: If ance the bloom forsake your cheek, Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn.
The secret favour that you meet, Or the favour ye return, If vainly ye let ithers see't, Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn.
Wi' care the tender moments grip, When your cautious lovers burn But if you let that moment slip, Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn.
Be on your guard wi' Sir or Laird; A' ties but that o' marriage spurn; For if ye grant what he may want, Fareweel your heuks, your hairst is shorn.
The lad that's wi' your siller ta'en, Reject his vows wi' honest scorn; For ance the glitterin' ore's his ain, Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn.
Widows rest you as ye are— Nae lover now dare crook his horn; But mak' him master o' your gear— Fareweel your heuks, the hairst is shorn.
Lasses that nae lads ha'e got, But live in garrets lane and lorn, Let ilk be carefu' o' her cat— Ne'er think o' heuks—your hairst is shorn.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Absence

Absence.
[This song is the production of Dr. Thomas Blacklock, commonly called the Blind Poet, who also composed an air to it, and sent both to Johnson's Museum. It professes to be "written in the manner of Shenstone." Dr. Blacklock was a native of Annan, and in infancy lost his eye-sight from small pox. Notwithstanding this calamity, he studied for the church, and was licensed to preach, but, owing to his blindness, never obtained a kirk. His life was principally spent at Edinburgh, where he kept a boarding-house, and was much venerated by all classes. He died there in 1791, aged seventy.]
Ye rivers so limpid and clear, Who reflect, as in cadence you flow, All the beauties that vary the year, All the flow'rs on your margins that grow! How blest on your banks could I dwell, Were Marg'ret the pleasure to share, And teach your sweet echoes to tell With what fondness I doat on the fair!
Ye harvests, that wave in the breeze As far as the view can extend! Ye mountains, umbrageous with trees, Whose tops so majestic ascend! Your landscape what joy to survey, Were Marg'ret with me to admire! Then the harvest would glitter, how gay, How majestic the mountains aspire!
In pensive regret whilst I rove, The fragrance of flow'rs to inhale; Or catch as it swells from the grove, The music that floats on the gale: Alas! the delusion how vain! Nor odours nor harmony please A heart agonizing with pain, Which tries ev'ry posture for ease.
If anxious to flatter my woes, Or the languor of absence to cheer, Her breath I would catch in the rose, Or her voice in the nightingale hear. To cheat my despair of its prey, What object her charms can assume! How harsh is the nightingale's lay, How insipid the rose's perfume!
Ye zephyrs that visit my fair, Ye sunbeams around her that play, Does her sympathy dwell on my care? Does she number the hours of my stay? First perish ambition and wealth, First perish all else that is dear, Ere one sigh should escape her by stealth, Ere my absence should cost her one tear.
When, when shall her beauties once more This desolate bosom surprise? Ye fates! the blest moments restore When I bask'd in the beams of her eyes; When with sweet emulation of heart, Our kindness we struggled to show; But the more that we strove to impart We felt it more ardently glow.
# The Book of Scottish Song/African Song

African Song.
[Written by John Struthers to the tune of the "Flowers of the Forest." This is a versification of the evening song sung by the negro women, who gave food and shelter to poor Mungo Park when about to perish. "The air," says Park, "was plaintive, and the words literally translated were these: 'The winds roared, and the rains fell, the poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk, he has no wife to grind his corn: let us pity the white man, no mother has he.'"]
The winds they were roaring, The rains they were pouring, When, lonely, the white man, a wonder to see! Both hungry and weary, Desponding and dreary, He came, and he sat in the shade of our tree.
No mother is by him, With milk to supply him; He wanders an outcast, how sad must he be! Even corn, could he find it, He has no wife to grind it— Let us pity the white man, no mother has he!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Adieu for a while

Adieu for a while.
[This appears in the second vol. of the Tea Table Miscellany, to the tune of "I'll gar ye be fain to follow me."]
He.
Adieu, for a while, my native green plains, My nearest relations, my neighbouring swains; Dear Nelly, frae those I'd start easily free, Were minutes not ages, while absent frae thee.
She.
Then tell me the reason, thou dost not obey The pleadings of love, but thus hurry away? Alake! thou deceiver, o'er plainly I see, A lover sae roving will never mind me.
He.
The reason unhappy is owing to fate, That gave me a being without an estate, Which lays a necessity now upon me, To purchase a fortune for pleasure to thee.
She.
Small fortune may serve where love has the sway, Then Johnny be counsel'd na langer to stray, For while thou proves constant in kindness to me, Contented I'll aye find a treasure in thee.
He.
O cease, my dear charmer, else soon I'll betray A weakness unmanly, and quickly give way To fondness, which may prove a ruin to thee, A pain to us baith, and dishonour to me.
Bear witness, ye streams, and witness, ye flowers, Hear witness, ye watchful invisible powers, If ever my heart be unfaithful to thee, May naething propitious e'er smile upon me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Ae Happy Hour

Ae Happy Hour.
[Alexander Laing.]
The dark gray o' gloaming, The lone leafy shaw, The coo o' the ringdove, The scent o' the haw, The brae o' the burnie, A' blooming in flower, An' twa faithfu' lovers, Make ae happy hour.
A kind winsome wifie, A clean canty hame, An' sweet smiling babies To lisp the dear name; Wi' plenty o' labour, And health to endure, Make time row around aye The ae happy hour.
Ye lost to affection, Whom av'rice can move, To woo, an' to marry, For a' thing but love, Awa' wi' your sorrows, Awa' wi' your store, Ye ken nae the pleasures O' ae happy hour.
# The Conquest of Mount Cook/Preface

PREFACE
Some of the material contained in this volume has appeared in The Otago Witness, The Christchurch Press, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Dupain Quarterly, and The Lone Hand Magazine. My thanks are due to the editors of these periodicals for their permission to reprint my articles in their present form.
I am also greatly indebted to Dr. Teichelmann of Hokitika for the generous manner in which he has allowed me to reproduce specimens of West Coast scenery from his fine collection of photographs, and to Mr. Severn Storr for a picture of the Hermitage after the flood.
I have attempted in my first chapter to give a slight summary of the climbing accomplished between 1862 and 1909. This record is necessarily incomplete, dealing as it does with only the main district surrounding Mount Cook. If by any chance I have overlooked any important incidents of the period I have chosen, I can only crave indulgence for my unintentional omissions on the ground of want of data. The history of New Zealand mountaineering is at present so slight and scattered that it is difficult to obtain reliable details.
In compiling my résumé I have made use of the following authorities: (1) "High Alps of New Zealand," by W. S. Green; (2) ​ by G. Mannering; (3) "Climbs in the New Zealand Alps," by Edward A. Fitzgerald; (4) "Pioneer Work on the Alps of New Zealand," by Arthur P. Harper; (5) The New Zealand Alpine Journal, and (6) "The New Zealand Government Reports." The record kept in the last-mentioned volume is very slight, and when driven to use it I have frequently only been able to discover the names of the mountains ascended, and by whom they were climbed, with no details as to dates, routes, etc.
Slight as is my summary, I hope that it may be of some use as a record of New Zealand mountaineering. Perhaps it may induce some New Zealander with more material at his command than I have been able to obtain to go into the matter thoroughly, and to write a complete and comprehensive summary of New Zealand mountaineering before all the present records are obliterated and forgotten.
FREDA DU FAUR.
London, December, 1914.
# The Conquest of Syria, Persia and Egypt/Letter of protection to Christians

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From Omar Ebno'l Alchitab to the inhabitants of AElia,
They shall be protected and secured both in their lives and fortunes, and their churches shall neither be pull'd down, nor made use of by any but themselves.
# The Conquest of the Moon Pool

Sequel to "The Moon Pool (short story)" which appeared in the All Story Weekly, in 22 June 1918. Both stories were later reworked into the novel The Moon Pool in 1919. The protagonist, Dr. Goodwin, would later appear in Merritt's second novel The Metal Monster (1920).
THE CONQUEST
OF THE
MOON POOL
By A. Merritt
Beauty incomparable—devilish malignity unspeakable—what dread secret lay in wait in the lair of the Shining One?

### CONTENTS

CHAPTER
* The Dweller
* Larry O'Keefe
* The Moon Door Opens—and Shuts
* The Moon Pool
* "I'd Follow Her Through Hell!"
* Priestess of the Shining One
* The Angry, Whispering Globe
* The Lovely Hand of Lurking Hate
* The Amphitheater of Hell
* The Ladala are Awake
* "These the Silent Ones Summon!"
* The Council's Decision
* Dragon Worm and Moss Death
* The Three Silent Ones
* The Wooing of Lakla
* In the Land of the Dweller
* In the Beginning
* "The Keth Has Power"
* The Meeting of Titans
* Von Hetzdorp Strikes!
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# The Conquest of Mount Cook/Index

INDEX
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Love

​ LOVE
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again; Love sells the proud heart's citadel to Fate. They have known shame, who love unloved. Even then, When two mouths, thirsty each for each, find slaking, And agony's forgot, and hushed the crying Of credulous hearts, in heaven—such are but taking Their own poor dreams within their arms, and lying Each in his lonely night, each with a ghost. Some share that night. But they know love grows colder, Grows false and dull, that was sweet lies at most. Astonishment is no more in hand or shoulder, But darkens, and dies out from kiss to kiss. All this is love; and all love is but this.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Mutability

​ MUTABILITY
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith and Good, Wisdom and Truth abide, Æterna corpora, subject to no change. There the sure suns of these pale shadows move; There stand the immortal ensigns of our war; Our melting flesh fixed Beauty there, a star, And perishing hearts, imperishable Love. . . .
Dear, we know only that we sigh, kiss, smile; Each kiss lasts but the kissing; and grief goes over; Love has no habitation but the heart. Poor straws! on the dark flood we catch awhile, Cling, and are borne into the night apart. The laugh dies with the lips, 'Love' with the lover.
South Kensington—Makaweli, 1913
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Libido

​ LIBIDO
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, And day your far light swaying down the street. As never fool for love, I starved for you; My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see. Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view, And your remembered smell most agony.
Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiver And suddenly the mad victory I planned Flashed real, in your burning bending head. . . . My conqueror's blood was cool as a deep river In shadow; and my heart beneath your hand Quieter than a dead man on a bed.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Kindliness

​ KINDLINESS
When love has changed to kindliness— Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old god's dream Nodding in heaven, and whisper stuff Seven million years were not enough To think on after, make it seem Less than the breath of children playing, A blasphemy scarce worth the saying, A sorry jest, "When love has grown To kindliness—to kindliness!" . . . And yet—the best that either's known Will change, and wither, and be less, At last, than comfort, or its own Remembrance. And when some caress Tendered in habit (once a flame All heaven sang out to) wakes the shame Unworded, in the steady eyes We'll have,—that day, what shall we do? Being so noble, kill the two Who've reached their second-best? Being wise, Break cleanly off, and get away. ​Follow down other windier skies New lures, alone? Or shall we stay, Since this is all we've known, content In the lean twilight of such day, And not remember, not lament? That time when all is over, and Hand never flinches, brushing hand; And blood lies quiet, for all you're near; And it's but spoken words we hear, Where trumpets sang; when the mere skies Are stranger and nobler than your eyes; And flesh is flesh, was flame before; And infinite hungers leap no more In the chance swaying of your dress; And love has changed to kindliness.