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# The Poems of Henry Kendall/Bell-Birds

Sydney: Angus & Robertson Ltd., pages 88–89
BELL-BIRDS
By channels of coolness the echoes are calling, And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling; It lives in the mountain, where moss and the sedges Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges; Through brakes of the cedar and sycamore bowers Struggles the light that is love to the flowers. ​And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing, The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.
The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of day-time, They sing in September their songs of the May-time. When shadows wax strong and the thunder-bolts hurtle, They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle; When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together They start up like fairies that follow fair weather, And straightway the hues of their feathers unfolden Are the green and the purple, the blue and the golden.
October, the maiden of bright yellow tresses, Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses; Loiters knee-deep in the grasses to listen, Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisten. Then is the time when the water-moons splendid Break with their gold, and are scattered or blended Over the creeks, till the woodlands have warning Of songs of the bell-bird and wings of the morning.
Welcome as waters unkissed by the summers Are the voices of bell-birds to thirsty far-comers. When fiery December sets foot in the forest, And the need of the wayfarer presses the sorest, Pent in the ridges for ever and ever. The bell-birds direct him to spring and to river, With ring and with ripple, like runnels whose torrents Are toned by the pebbles and leaves in the currents.
Often I sit, looking back to a childhood Mixt with the sights and the sounds of the wildwood, Longing for power and the sweetness to fashion Lyrics with beats like the heart-beats of passion— Songs interwoven of lights and of laughters Borrowed from bell-birds in far forest rafters; So I might keep in the city and alleys The beauty and strength of the deep mountain valleys, Charming to slumber the pain of my losses With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses.
# The Poems of Henry Kendall/Araluen (2)

Sydney: Angus & Robertson Ltd., pages 197–198
ARALUEN
Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep. Put the blossom close to baby—kneel with me, my love, and pray; We must leave the bird we've buried—say good-bye to her to-day. In the shadow of our trouble we must go to other lands, And the flowers we have fostered will be left to other hands: Other eyes will watch them growing—other feet will softly tread Where two hearts are nearly breaking, where so many tears are shed. Bitter is the world we live in: life and love are mixed with pain; We will never see these daisies—never water them again.
Ah! the saddest thought in leaving baby in this bush alone Is that we have not been able on her grave to place a stone: We have been too poor to do it; but, my darling, never mind— God is in the gracious heavens, and His sun and rain are kind: They will dress the spot with beauty, they will make the grasses grow: Many winds will lull our birdie, many songs will come and go. ​Here the blue-eyed Spring will linger, here the shining month will stay, Like a friend, by Araluen, when we two are far away; But beyond the wild, wide waters, we will tread another shore— We will never watch this blossom, never see it any more.
Girl, whose hand at God's high altar in the dear, dead year I pressed, Lean your stricken head upon me—this is still your lover's breast! She who sleeps was first and sweetest—none we have to take her place; Empty is the little cradle—absent is the little face. Other children may be given; but this rose beyond recall, But this garland of your girlhood, will be dearest of them all. None will ever, Araluen, nestle where you used to be, In my heart of hearts, you darling, when the world was new to me; We were young when you were with us, life and love were happy things To your father and your mother ere the angels gave you wings.
You that sit and sob beside me—you, upon whose golden head Many rains of many sorrows have from day to day been shed; Who because your love was noble, faced with me the lot austere Ever pressing with its hardship on the man of letters here— Let me feel that you are near me, lay your hand within mine own; You are all I have to live for, now that we are left alone. Three there were, but one has vanished. Sins of mine have made you weep; But forgive your baby's father now that baby is asleep. Let us go, for night is falling; leave the darling with her flowers; Other hands will come and tend them—other friends in other hours.
# The Right to Life of the Unborn Child/Prefatory
## Prefatory Note to the English Edition

The book before us is an authorized and faithful translation of the work, "Het Levensrecht der Ongeboren Vrucht," published jointly by the three authors of the papers of which the work consists, namely Prof. HECTOR TREUB, M.D., a gynecologist of renown, and Rev. R. VAN OPPENRAAY, S.J., and Prof. TH. M. VLAMING, M.D., both well known authorities in their respective professions.
In offering these papers in an English version it is believed that they will prove of interest and of service to the theological and medical professions. We have here an exhaustive statement of the pro and contra of a very important and greatly mooted subject, both sides being represented by learned and distinguished defenders.
In an appendix is published an account of a recently discovered new method of procuring medical abortion, which its author, a French physician, ventures to recommend for the permission of the Church.
The translation into the English language is the work of the Rev. C. VAN DER DONCKT, of Pocatello, Idaho, who has also added some notes wherever they were thought desirable for a proper appreciation of the facts presented in this book.
# The Right to Ignore the State/Anarchist Communism

Published by Freedom Press, authorship not determined
Anarchist Communism.
ITS AIMS AND PRINCIPLES.
Anarchism may be briefly defined as the negation of all government and all authority of man over man; Communism as the recognition of the just claim of each to the fullest satisfaction of all his needs—physical, moral, and intellectual. The Anarchist, therefore, whilst resisting as far as possible all forms of coercion and authority, repudiates just as firmly even the suggestion that he should impose himself upon others, realising as he does that this fatal propensity in the majority of mankind has been the cause of nearly all the misery and bloodshed in the world. He understands just as clearly that to satisfy his needs without contributing, to the best of his ability, his share of labour in maintaining the general well-being, would be to live at the expense of others—to become an exploiter and live as the rich drones live to-day. Obviously, then, government on the one hand and private ownership of the means of production on the other, complete the vicious circle—the present social system—which keeps mankind degraded and enslaved.
There will be no need to justify the Anarchist's attack upon all forms of government: history teaches the lesson he has learned on every page. But that lesson being concealed from the mass of the people by interested advocates of "law and order," and even by many Social Democrats, the Anarchist deals ​his hardest blows at the sophisms that uphold the State, and urges workers in striving for their emancipation to confine their efforts to the economic field.
It follows, therefore, that politically and economically his attitude is purely revolutionary; and hence arises the vilification and misrepresentation that Anarchism, which denounces all forms of social injustice, meets with in the press and from public speakers.
Rightly conceived, Anarchism is no mere abstract ideal theory of human society. It views life and social relations with eyes disillusioned. Making an end of all superstitions, prejudices, and false sentiments, it tries to see things as they really are; and without building castles in the air, it finds by the simple correlation of established facts that the grandest possibilities of a full and free life can be placed within the reach of all, once that monstrous bulwark of all our social iniquities—the State—has been destroyed, and common property declared.
By education, by free organisation, by individual and associated resistance to political and economic tyranny, the Anarchist hopes to achieve his aim. The task may seem impossible to many, but it should be remembered that in science, in literature, in art, the highest minds are with the Anarchists or are imbued with distinct Anarchist tendencies. Even our bitterest opponents admit the beauty of our "dream," and reluctantly confess that it would be well for humanity if it were "possible." Anarchist Communist propaganda is the intelligent, organised, determined effort to realise the "dream," and to ensure that freedom and well-being for all shall be possible.
# The Science of Getting Rich/Advert

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# The Russian Fairy Book

illustrated by Ivan Yakovlevich Bilibin
Over the water flew white swans
Copyright, 1907
By Thomas Y. Crowell & Co.
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, MASS., U. S. A.
CONTENTS
Page
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Page
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# The Sweet-Scented Name/The Little Stick

original title: Палочка
The Little Stick
THERE is upon the earth a very wonderful little stick which will cause all things to disappear and turn your life into a dream if you touch your head with it.
If you don't like your life just take the little stick and put it to one of your temples—and suddenly all you didn't like will become a dream and you will start something quite new.
Of that sort is the wonderful little stick.
# The Sweet-Scented Name/The Road and the Light

original title: Дорога и свет
The Road and the Light
ON a long country road came people with horses and waggons, and only the stars gave them light.
The night was a long one, but their eyes were accustomed to the darkness, and they were able to distinguish all the unevennesses and windings of the road.
But the way being long it became dull for one of the men, and he said:
"Hadn't we better light lanterns so as to see the way? Then the horses will move more quickly and we shall get to our destination sooner."
The others believed him and lighted lanterns, and not content with that, broke off branches from the trees and made torches—they even lighted bonfires, taking much trouble over the lighting of the way.
The horses stood still. "Never mind," said the men, "we shall get on quicker afterwards."
And all around them was a bright light, ​and the light of the stars was darkened. Then the wayfarers saw that there was not one road only, but many side-tracks and by-paths. And each road seemed to some one the shortest road to take.
They quarrelled among themselves as to which road to take, and they separated. The morning light found them all on different ways and far from the place whither they were bound.
# The Sweet-Scented Name/The Lump of Sugar

original title: Кусочек сахару
The Lump of Sugar
THERE was once a landlady. She had a little key to unlock a little cupboard. In the little cupboard was a little box, and in the little box was a wee wee lump of sugar.
And the landlady had a little doggie, and the doggie was very capricious and liked to catch hold of the end of the landlady's skirt and tug at it.
The landlady took her little key and opened the little cupboard, found the little box and took out the wee wee lump of sugar. The little doggie looked up at her and wagged his tail.
But the landlady said:
"You tugged at my skirt, Capriza Petrovna, so see this little lump of sugar, well, you shan't have it."
And she put the sugar back where it was before. The little doggie repented, yes, but it was too late.
# The Sweet Little Man

Dedicated to the Stay-at-home Rangers.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/Johannis Secundi. Basium I

JOHANNIS SECUNDI.
BASIUM I.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/Johannis Secundi. Basium II translated

BASIUM II. TRANSLATED.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/An Epistle to Mr. Southerne

AN EPISTLE
TO MR. SOUTHERNE,
FROM KENT, JANUARY 28. 1710-11.
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# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/An Epistle to Thomas Lambard, Esq.

AN EPISTLE
TO THOMAS LAMBARD, ESQ.
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* ↑ The nure-tree.
* ↑ Iliad ix.
* ↑ Brisquet, jester to Francis I. of France, kept a calendar of fools.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/An Ode. What art thou, Life! &c.

AN ODE.
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# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/Cupid and Hymen

CUPID AND HYMEN.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/Florelio. A Pastoral. Lamenting the death of the Marquis of Blandford

FLORELIO. A PASTORAL.
LAMENTING THE DEATH OF THE LATE
MARQUIS OF BLANDFORD.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/Kisses. Translated from Secundus

KISSES. TRANSLATED FROM SECUNDUS.
BASIUM I.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/Dedication

MISCELLANIES.
TO THE RIGHT HON.
CHARLES EARL OF ORRERY.
THESE POEMS
Are most humbly dedicated,
By his LORDSHIP'S
Most obliged and most obedient servant,
E. Fenton.
# The Poetical Works of Elijah Fenton/Johannis Secundi. Basium II

BASIUM II.
# The Rover Boys on the Great Lakes/front matter

Books by Arthur M. Winfield (Edward Stratemeyer)
THE FIRST ROVER BOYS SERIES
* THE ROVER BOYS AT SCHOOL
* THE ROVER BOYS ON THE OCEAN
* THE ROVER BOYS IN THE JUNGLE
* THE ROVER BOYS OUT WEST
* THE ROVER BOYS ON THE GREAT LAKES
* THE ROVER BOYS IN THE MOUNTAINS
* THE ROVER BOYS IN CAMP
* THE ROVER BOYS ON LAND AND SEA
* THE ROVER BOYS ON THE RIVER
* THE ROVER BOYS ON THE PLAINS
* THE ROVER BOYS IN SOUTHERN WATERS
* THE ROVER BOYS ON THE FARM
* THE ROVER BOYS ON TREASURE ISLE
* THE ROVER BOYS AT COLLEGE
* THE ROVER BOYS DOWN EAST
* THE ROVER BOYS IN THE AIR
* THE ROVER BOYS IN NEW YORK
* THE ROVER BOYS IN ALASKA
* THE ROVER BOYS IN BUSINESS
* THE ROVER BOYS ON A TOUR
THE SECOND ROVER BOYS SERIES
THE ROVER BOYS AT COLBY HALL
THE PUTNAM HALL SERIES
* THE PUTNAM HALL CADETS
* THE PUTNAM HALL RIVALS
* THE PUTNAM HALL CHAMPIONS
* THE PUTNAM HALL REBELLION
* THE PUTNAM HALL ENCAMPMENT
* THE PUTNAM HALL MYSTERY
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY
THE MERSHON COMPANY
The Rover Boys on the Great Lakes
# The Rover Boys on the Ocean

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Second book in the Rover Boys series
THE ROVER BOYS ON THE OCEAN
OR
A CHASE FOR A FORTUNE
BY
ARTHUR M. WINFIELD
AUTHOR OF "THE ROVER BOYS AT SCHOOL," "THE ROVER
BOYS IN THE JUNGLE," "THE MISSING TIN BOX," "BY
PLUCK, NOT LUCK," "SCHOOLDAYS OF FRED
HARLEY," "POOR BUT PLUCKY," ETC.
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
AS THE SHIP CAME CLOSER THEY MADE HER OUT TO BE A BIG "TRAMP" FROM THE SOUTH AMERICAN TRADE.—Page 233.
CONTENTS.
INTRODUCTION.
My Dear Boys: "The Rover Boys on the Ocean" is a complete tale in itself, but forms a companion volume to "The Rover Boys at School," which preceded it.
In the former volume I tried to give my young readers a glimpse of life as it actually is in one of our famous military boarding schools, with its brightness and shadows, its trials and triumphs, its little plots and counterplots, its mental and physical contests, and all that goes to make up such an existence; in the present tale I have given a little more of this, and also related the particulars of an ocean trip, which, from a small and unpretentious beginning, developed into something entirely unlooked for—an outing calculated to test the nerves of the bravest of American youths. How Dick, Tom, and Sam, and their friends stood it, and how they triumphed over their enemies, I will leave for the story itself to explain. This volume will be followed by another, to be ​entitled, "The Rover Boys in the Jungle," telling of curious adventures in the heart of Africa.
As the first volume of the series was so well received, my one wish is that the present tale may find equal favor at your hands.
    Affectionately and sincerely yours,
                      Arthur M. Winfield.
September 20, 1899.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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# The Siege of London, The Pension Beaurepas, and The Point of View/The Siege of London

THE SIEGE OF LONDON.
# The Times/1899

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# The Times/1899/Obituary/Alexander Balloch Grosart

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Source: The Times, Monday, Mar 20, 1899; Issue 35781; pg. 8 — Obituary.
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Obituary
The death has taken place in Dublin of the Rev. A. B. Grosart, D.D., LL.D., in the 64th year of his age and the 42nd of his ministry in the United Presbyterian Church. Dr. Grosart, who was a native of Scotland was educated at the University of Edinburgh and ordained in 1856 to the pastorate of Kinross. He was afterwards minister of Princes-park, Liverpool, and finally of St. George's Blackburn. In the latter place his health broke down, and he came to reside in Dublin. Dr. Grosart was not only a successful preacher but a prolific writer on literary and historical subjects. He was, for instance, the principal authority on the life of Robert Fergusson, the Scottish poet; an enlarged edition of Dr. Grosart's book on Fergusson and his poetry was noticed in our columns about a year ago. Among his other works was a volume of sketches of "Representative Nonconformists," published in 1879. He also edited the Townely Hall, MSS., a famous collection of Jacobite ballads and satires, which appeared in 1877, and a number of early English plays.
This work was published in 1899 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 124 years or less since publication.
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# The Times/1899/Obituary/William Garden Blaikie

William Garden Blaikie (1820–1899) Source: Obituary. The Times, Monday, Jun 12, 1899; Issue 35853; pg. 12; col D
Layout 2The Rev. William Garden Blaikie, D.D., LL.D., late professor of homiletics and pastoral theology in the Free Church New College, Edinburgh, died yesterday morning at North Berwick, where for some time past he had been suffering from severe illness. Born in 1820, the son of Mr. James Blaikie, at one time Lord Provost of Aberdeen, he was educated at Aberdeen Grammar School and University, and graduated M.A. after a promising career as a student at the age of 17 years. In 1842 he was ordained to the charge of Drumblade, but in 1843, when the Disruption took place, he left the Church of Scotland, and finally settled in a charge at Pilrig, Edinburgh, where for 24 years he faithfully discharged the duties of a minister and busied himself with the welfare of a large working-class population around his church, delivering lectures to working men on whch he afterwards based is "Better Days for Working People," now in its 80th thousand, and instituting many schemes of social reform. In 1868 he received his professorship. which he held till 1897. In 1892, the year preceding the jubilee of the Free Church, Professor Blaikie was fittingly chosen as Moderator of the General Assembly, and from 1888 to 1892 he acted as president of the Pan-Presbyterian Alliance. During his long service in the Free Church he acted in many capacities. He was a member of several committees, including the Continental, the Temperance, the Church Extension, and the Home Missions Committees, and he edited for a number of year the Free Church Magazine, the North British Review, the Sunday Magazine, and the Catholic Presbyterian. Among the best known of his works , of which there is a long list, is his "Personal Life of David Livingstone." At a recent University function at Aberdeen it was stated that Dr. Blaikie was the oldest living graduate of the University.
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 Times/1899/Public notice/Charles Henry Coote

Source: Deaths. The Times, Wednesday, May 03, 1899; Issue 35819; pg. 1; col A
Layout 2COOTE.—On the 30th April at Holmlea, Greenfell-road, Maidenhead, Charles Henry Coote, of the British Museum, in his 60th year. Funeral at Brompton, on Thursday May 4th, at 2.30. Friends, kindly accept this, the only intimation.
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