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# The Red Thumb Mark/Preface
### PREFACE

IN writing the following story, the author has had in view no purpose other than that of affording entertainment to such readers as are interested in problems of crime and their solutions; and the story itself differs in no respect from others of its class, excepting in that an effort has been made to keep within the probabilities of ordinary life, both in the characters and in the incidents.
Nevertheless it may happen that the book may serve a useful purpose in drawing attention to certain popular misapprehensions on the subject of finger-prints and their evidential value; misapprehensions the extent of which may be judged when we learn from the newspapers that several Continental commercial houses have actually substituted finger-prints for signed initials.
The facts and figures contained in Mr. Singleton's evidence, including the very liberal estimate of the population of the globe, are, of course, taken from Mr. Galton's great and important work on finger-prints; to which the reader who is interested in the subject is referred for much curious and valuable information.
In conclusion, the author desires to express his thanks to his friend Mr. Bernard E. Bishop for the assistance rendered to him in certain photographic experiments, and to those officers of the Central Criminal Court who very kindly furnished him with details of the procedure in criminal trials.
# The Pickering Manuscript/The Crystal Cabinet

The Crystal Cabinet
The Maiden caught me in the Wild Where I was dancing merrily She put me into her Cabinet And Lockd me up with a golden Key
This cabinet is formd of Gold And Pearl & Crystal shining bright And within it opens into a World And a little lovely Moony Night
​Another England there I saw Another London with its Tower Another Thames & other Hills And another pleasant Surrey Bower
Another Maiden like herself Translucent lovely shining clear Threefold each in the other closd O what a pleasant trembling fear
O what a smile a threefold smile Filld me that like a flame I burnd I bent to Kiss the lovely Maid And found a Threefold Kiss returnd.
I strove to sieze the inmost Form With ardor fierce & hands of flame But burst the Crystal Cabinet And like a Weeping Babe became
A weeping Babe upon the wild And Weeping Woman pale reclind And in the outward air again I filld with woes the passing Wind
# The Pickering Manuscript/Long John Brown & Little Mary Bell

Long John Brown & $^{Little}$ Mary Bell Long
Pretty Little Mary Bell had a Fairy in a Nut Young Long John Brown had the Devil in his Gut Young Long John Brown lovd Pretty Little Mary Bell And the Fairy drew the Devil into the Nut-shell
Her Fairy skipd out & her Fairy skipd in He laughd at the Devil saying Love is a Sin The devil he raged & the Devil he was wroth And the devil enterd into the Young Mans broth
He was soon in the Gut of the loving Young Swain For John eat & drank to drive away Loves pain But all he could do he grew thinner & thinner Tho he eat & drank as much as ten Men for his dinner
Some said he had a Wolf in his stomach day & night Some said he had the Devil & they guessd right The fairy skipd about in his glory Joy & Pride And he laughd at the Devil till poor John Brown died
Then the Fairy skipd out of the old Nut shell And woe & alack for Pretty Mary Bell For the Devil crept in when The Fairy skipd out And there goes Miss Bell with her fusty old Nut
# The Pickering Manuscript/Mary

Mary
Sweet Mary the first time she ever was there Came into the Ball room among the Fair The young Men & Maidens around her throng And these are the words upon every tongue
An Angel is here from the heavenly Climes Or again does return the Golden times Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray She opens her lips tis the Month of May
Mary moves in soft beauty & conscious Delight To augment with sweet smiles all the joys of the Night Nor once blushes to own to the rest of the Fair That sweet Love & Beauty are worthy our care
​In the Morning the Villagers rose with delight And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night And Mary arose among Friends to be free But no Friend from henceforward thou Mary shalt see
Some said she was proud some calld her a whore And some when she passed by shut to the door A damp cold came oer her her blushes all fled Her lillies & roses are blighted & shed
O why was I born with a different Face Why was I not born like this Envious Race Why did Heaven adorn me with bountiful hand And then set me down in an envious Land
To be weak as a Lamb & smooth as a Dove And not to raise Envy is calld Christian Love But if you raise Envy your Merits to blame For planting such spite in the weak & the tame
I will humble my Beauty I will not dress fine I will keep from the Ball & my Eyes shall not shine And if any Girls Lover forsakes her for me I'll refuse him my hand & from Envy be free
She went out in Morning attird plain & neat Proud Marys gone Mad said the Child in the Street She went out in Morning in plain neat attire
And came home in Evening bespatterd with mire
​She trembled & wept sitting on the Bed side She forgot it was Night & she trembled & cried She forgot it was Night she forgot it was Morn Her soft Memory imprinted with Faces of Scorn
With Faces of Scorn & with Eyes of Disdain Like foul Fiends inhabiting Marys mild Brain She remembers no Face like the Human Divine All Faces have Envy sweet Mary but thine
And thine is a Face of sweet Love in Despair And thine is a Face of mild sorrow & care And thine is a Face of wild terror & fear
That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier
# The Pickering Manuscript/The Golden Net

The Golden Net
Three Virgins at the break of day Whither young Man whither away Alas for woe! alas for woe!
They cry & tears for ever flow ​The one was Clothd in flames of fire The other Clothd in iron wire The other Clothd in tears & sighs Dazling bright before my Eyes They bore a Net of Golden twine To hang upon the Branches fine Pitying I wept to see the woe
That Love & Beauty undergo To be consumd in burning Fires And in ungratified Desires And in tears clothd Night & Day Melted all my Soul away When they saw my Tears a Smile That did Heaven itself beguile Bore the Golden Net aloft As on downy Pinions soft Over the Morning of my Day
Underneath the Net I stray Now intreating Burning Fire Now intreating Iron Wire Now intreating Tears & Sighs O when will the morning rise
# The Pickering Manuscript/The Land of Dreams

The Land of Dreams
Awake Awake my little Boy Thou wast thy Mothers only joy Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep Awake thy Father does thee keep
O what land is the Land of Dreams What are its Mountains & what are its Streams O Father I saw my Mother there Among the Lillies by waters fair
Among the Lambs clothed in white She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight ​I wept for joy like a dove I mourn O when shall I again return
Dear Child I also by pleasant streams Have wanderd all Night in the Land of Dreams But tho calm & warm the Waters wide I could not get to the other side
Father O Father what do we here In this Land of unbelief & fear The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the Light of the Morning Star
# The Pickering Manuscript/The Grey Monk

The Grey Monk
I die I die the Mother said My Children die for lack of Bread What more has the merciless Tyrant said The Monk sat down on the Stony Bed
The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side His hands & feet were wounded wide His Body bent his arms & knees Like to the roots of ancient trees
His eye was dry no tear could flow A hollow groan first spoke his woe He trembled & shudderd upon the Bed At length with a feeble cry he said
When God commanded this hand to write In the studious hours of deep midnight He told me the writing I wrote should prove The Bane of all that on Earth I lovd
My Brother starvd between two Walls His Childrens Cry my Soul appalls I mockd at the wrack & griding chain My bent body mocks their torturing pain
Thy Father drew his sword in the North With his thousands strong he marched forth ​Thy Brother has armd himself in Steel To avenge the wrongs thy Children feel
But vain the Sword & vain the Bow They never can work Wars overthrow The Hermits Prayer & the Widows tear Alone can free the World from fear
For a Tear is an Intellectual Thing And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King
And the bitter groan of the Martyrs woe Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow
The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crushd the Tyrants head And became a Tyrant in his stead
# The Road to Power

Original publication: Der Weg zur Macht (1909), the original preface is not translated.
The Road to Power
BY KARL KAUTSKY
AUTHOR OF "The Social Revolution," "Erfurter Program," "Origin of Christianity," "Ethics and Materialistic Conception of History," Etc., Etc.
AUTHORIZED TRANSLATION BY A. M. SIMONS
1909 SAMUEL A. BLOCH THE BOOKMAN CHICAGO, ILL.
page
Copyright 1909 By Samuel A. Bloch
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CONTENTS
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# The Remains of Hesiod the Ascræan, including the Shield of Hercules

THE REMAINS
OF
HESIOD THE ASCRÆAN
INCLUDING
The Shield of Hercules,
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH RHYME AND BLANK-VERSE;
WITH
A DISSERTATION
ON THE
LIFE AND ÆRA, THE POEMS AND MYTHOLOGY,
OF
HESIOD,
AND COPIOUS NOTES.
THE SECOND EDITION,
REVISED AND ENLARGED
BY
CHARLES ABRAHAM ELTON,
AUTHOR OF SPECIMENS OF THE CLASSIC POETS FROM HOMER TO TRYPHIODORUS.
Ο πρέσουσ καθαρῶν γευσάμενος λιβάδων.—ΑΛΚΑΙΟΣ.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR BALDWIN, CRADOCK, AND JOY, 47 PATERNOSTER-ROW.
1815.
C. Baldwin, Printer, New Bridge-street, London.
* Preface
* On the Life of Hesiod
* On the Æra of Hesiod
* On the Poems of Hesiod
* On the Mythology of Hesiod
* The Works and Days
* The Theogony
* The Shield of Hercules
* Appendix
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# The Secret of the Night

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   Then there was the curious spectacle of Rouletabille standing on the hangman’s stool, the fatal rope hanging above his head, his legs crossed, his elbow on his knees in that eternal attitude which Art has always given to human thought, his fists under his jaws, his eyes fixed—all around him, all those young men intent on his silence, not moving a muscle, turned into statues themselves that they might not disturb the statue which thought and thought.
A POLICEMAN FIRED AND MISSED HIM
THE SECRET OF THE NIGHT
Further Adventures of Rouletabille
BY
GASTON LEROUX Author of "the Mystery of the Yellow Room", etc
NEW YORK
THE MACAULAY COMPANY
1914

### CONTENTS

CHAPTER
* GAYETY AND DYNAMITE
* NATACHA
* THE WATCH
* "THE YOUTH OF MOSCOW IS DEAD"
* BY ROULETABILLE'S ORDER THE GENERAL PROMENADES
* THE MYSTERIOUS HAND
* ARSENATE OF SODA
* THE LITTLE CHAPEL OF THE GUARDS
* ANNOUCHKA
* A DRAMA IN THE NIGHT
* THE POISON CONTINUES
* PÈRE ALEXIS
* THE LIVING BOMBS
* THE MARSHES
* "I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU"
* BEFORE THE REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL
* THE LAST CRAVAT
* A SINGULAR EXPERIENCE
* THE TSAR
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# The Secret of the Machines

First published in A School History of England (1911) as "The Secret of the Machines". Later subtitled "Modern Machinery", and alternately known as "The Song of the Machines".
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The Secret of the Machines.
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# The Song in Camp

* "The Song in Camp", in The Poet's Journal (1862)
* "The Song in Camp", in Decisive Battles Since Waterloo, Chapter 9 (1902), by Thomas Wallace Knox
* "The Song in Camp", in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904), edited by Mary Elizabeth Burt
# The Song Book No. 4/Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut

Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut
# The Song Of A Felon's Wife

* The Song Of A Felon's Wife
* The brand is on thy brow,
* A dark and guilty spot;
* 'Tis ne'er to be erased!
* 'Tis ne'er to be forgot!
* The brand is on thy brow!
* Yet I must shade the spot:
* For who will love thee now,
* If I love thee not?
* Thy soul is dark, — is stained; —
* From out the bright world thrown;
* By God and man disdained,
* But not by me, — thy own!
* Oh! even the tiger slain
* Hath one who ne'er doth flee,
* Who soothes his dying pain!
* — That one am I to thee!
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# The Song for Colin

* Teasdale, Sara (1911), "The Song for Colin" in Helen of Troy and Other Poems.
* Teasdale, Sara (1917), "The Song for Colin" in Love Songs.
# The Song of the Lark/Part 6

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PART VI
KRONBORG
Ten Years Later
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 4/Issue 20

August, 1892. (transcription project)
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​ THE GREAT CAT'S-EYE.
* A Romance from a Detective's Case-Book: The Story of the Great Cat's-Eye, by Dick Donovan. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XIV. Sir Frederick Leighton, P.R.A., by Harry How. Illustrated by John Gülich.
* Shafts from an Eastern Quiver, No. II. The Jasper Vale of the Falling Star, by Charles J. Mansford. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Boy Soldiers and Sailors, by Frances H. Low. Illustrated by John Gülich.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Philip H. Calderon,
* Edward J. Poynter,
* Hermann Vezin,
* Signor Foli,
* Julia Neilson
* William Harcourt
* There's Many a Slip, by Annie L. Coghill. Illustrated by W. S. Stacey.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo, No. II. Zig-Zag Ursine by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* Nicette, from the French of Saint-Juirs. Illustrated by Jean de Paléologue.
* A Day with Dr. Conan Doyle, by Harry How.
* A Nightmare of the Doldrums, by W. Clark Russell. Illustrated by W. Christian Symons.
* Grandfather's Picture-Books
* The Three Lemons, from the Italian. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** Vegetable Oddities.
** Mantles, Cloaks and Outdoor Garments.
** Pal's Puzzle Page, by Jean de Paléologue.
** Miscellaneous.
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# The Sad Years/A Student's Song

From The Sad Years (1918).
A STUDENT'S SONG
Air. Wrap me up in my old stable jacket.
When I was a merry young fellow I loved the red juice of the grape. I would drink till I grew gay and mellow, From Morpheus I could not escape.
I would give myself freely to slumber Nor feared to go lonely to sleep, I was lost for dark hours without number My soul to oblivion would creep.
Then why do I now shake and tremble As death comes to bid me lie still, In a silence that sleep doth resemble Who sought such a slumber at will?
Then death be your cup but the stronger, For why should I fear me to sleep? For I shall but slumber the longer And drink but a little more deep.
# The Sacrifice of Er-Heb

* "The Sacrifice of Er-Heb" in Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads (1892)
* "The Sacrifice of Er-Heb" in Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads (1919)
# The Sad Years/A Fantasy

From The Sad Years (1918).
A FANTASY
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree, She plucked berries bright to crown her head. She was singing little robin's song While wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.
I ran home into my little house, Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door; I knelt down to blow the fire to flame, Great dark shadows danced upon the floor.
Long-legged shadows came from corners drear, Leaped up white walls, fell, and climbed again. I hear North Wind pushing at the gate, I won't open, not for wind or rain.
Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves Take ye far away, fairy folk to see. Crowning her dark hair with berries red I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree.
# The Sad Years/A Song for Evaleen

From The Sad Years (1918).
A SONG FOR EVALEEN
Sing a song for Evaleen, only two years old, Running laughing on life's path in her wilful way; Christ-Child, Whom on Mary's knee her loving arms enfold, Let Thy little angels come with this babe to play.
One to guide her either hand, so what deed it do, It shall neither give nor take grievous hurt or pain; Let these little fingers pull blossoms fair and true For the glory of Thy feet, without thorn or stain.
One to whisper songs of joy in her listening ear, So the sad world's bitter cries reach her but afar; So that evil, on his way, finds no welcome here, Let but white words come to her where Thy angels are.
One to guard her dimpled mouth, laughing in its glee, So it say no cruel words, nor let anger call;
Let it make for all who hear golden melody, So it raise some stricken heart where the tune may fall.
One to keep her baby eyes from despair and tears, Let them find the lovely things of thy wondrous ways; So they grow not dull with grief or too bright with fears— Let them see but splendid deeds meriting Thy praise.
One to guide her wilful feet lest they lose the way On their perilous woman's path, where such dangers be; Guide her little baby feet so they never stray Far from where Thou art a Child held on Mary's knee.
One to bless her every deed, every thought new-born, Bless her in the summer-time and in the winter's cold, Bless her in the dark of night and in the dawn of morn, This a song for Evaleen, only two years old.
# The Sacrifice of Jesus Christ

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English-language translations of Del sacrificio di Gesù Cristo include:
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# The Sad Shepherd

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* The Sad Shepherd, a play by Ben Jonson
* The Sad Shepherd, a poem by William Butler Yeats
# The Seaside Travelers

Perry index 177
* "Travellers by the Sea-side", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Seaside Travellers", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
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# The Seaside and the Fireside

THE
SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE.
BY
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
BOSTON: TICKNOR, REED, AND FIELDS. M DCCC L.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1849, by H. W. Longfellow, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.
CAMBRIDGE: STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY METCALF AND COMPANY, PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.
CONTENTS.
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# The Selkirk Mountains/Foreword

FOREWORD
The accompanying Guide to The Selkirk Mountains centralises around Glacier House, the most delightful of all the delightful summer mountain resorts of the Canadian Pacific Railway. It is situated on the western slopes, three miles from the crossing of the Summit, and the information given is here fairly complete. Outside this centre the book touches the districts of Golden, Windermere and Revelstoke, but in such localities the mountain areas are as yet little known, few of the topographical features are named and there are no maps of the slightest use to the mountain-pilgrim.
The information dealing with the Glacier section is, for the most part, obtained from photo-topographical surveys made by the writer during the years 1901, 1902 and 1905, augmented by subsequent information gathered for the purposes of the Alpine Club of Canada.
The text is written by Mrs. H. J. Parker, of Winnipeg, who has collaborated with me in presenting the book to the public in its present form. To her earnest collaboration, hard work and gifted pen any success that may attend the publication is altogether due.
It is hoped that the Guide will be of use to the mountaineer, and may enable the general public to enjoy more readily the unique alpine beauties of these white-shrouded peaks, mighty ice-falls and hazy blue valleys, where wild glacial torrents foam through primeval forests and silver falls leap down precipices from the snows above.
We have received much kind assistance from various persons who have truly at heart the best welfare of this very real wonderland, and to whom we now wish to convey publicly our most grateful thanks. They are for illustration to Byron Harmon, of Banff; Miss M. Vaux and Mrs. Charles SchaflFer, of Philadelphia; Howard Chapman and Ivor X. Austin, of Victoria, B.C.: for latest information of trails and facilities for minor expeditions to S. H. Baker, of Banff. Concerning the vicinity of Revelstoke, .J. P. Forde and Rupert W. Haggen have furnished information.
In the Golden and Windermere districts we are indebted to Miss C. DA. Lang, of Golden, who has gathered information from the local guides and outfitters and at much trouble put it in tangible form; to Charles D. Ellis, of Ellenvale Ranch, B. G. Hamilton of Wilmer and H. E. Forster, Firlands; while the illustrations are due to the camera of E. W. Hamden of Boston.
The Geological Note is by Prof. A. P. Coleman, President of the Alpine Club of Canada.
The botanical notes and accompanying illustrations are by Mrs. J. W. Henshaw. of Vancouver, authoress of "Mountain Wild Flowers of Canada." Notes on trees and flowers, on the animals, birds, and fish are from Professor .John Macoun, Dominion Naturalist. To one and all of these public benefactors we tender our most sincere thanks for their great kindness.
On board Steamer "Venture" going North.