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# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Kapiolani

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KAPIOLANI
Was wife of Naihe, hereditary counsellor in the court of King Liholiho, at Honolulu. As wife of one of the highest chiefs, Kapiolani had great influence, which she used in favour of the missionaries, and in aid of the improvement of the people of Hawaii. She did much to prevent infanticide, debauchery, and drunkenness; but the heroic deed which distinguishes her name was the overthrow of the idolatrous worship of Pele. The immediate region around the crater of Kilauea, being remote from all the mission stations, remained for several years under the influence of the priesthood of this goddess, the most fearful of all the deities of Hawaii. Sacrifices were there offered, and the wicked rites of heathenism practised. The priests taught that whoever insulted the tabu or withheld the offerings required, would be destroyed by Pele, who would spout forth liquid fire, and devour her enemies; and their poor ignorant followers believed them. But early in the year 1825, their credulity was staggered by the boldness of Kapiolani, who, with a daring which, when her previous associations are considered, does her infinite credit, determined to convince its votaries of the falsity of their oracles. She visited the wonderful phenomenon; reproved the idolatry of its worshippers, and neglected every rite and observance which they had been taught to consider as necessary for their welfare. In vain the priests launched their anathemas, and denounced upon her the vengeance of the offended deity. She replied, she feared not; and would abide the test of daring Pele in the recesses of her domains: the fires of the volcano were the work of the God she worshipped. Venturing to the brink of the abyss, she descended several hundred feet toward the liquid lava, and after casting the sacred berries into the flames, an act than which none more sacrilegious according to their ideas could have been done, she composedly praised Jehovah amid one of the most sublime and terrible of his works. There is a moral grandeur in this deed, worthy of a Christian philosopher. The sincerity of her faith could not have been put to a severer test.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Juliana, of Norwich

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JULIANA,
A singular character, of Norwich, who, in her zeal for mortification, confined herself for several years within four walls. She wrote "Sixteen Revelations of Divine Love showed to a devout Servant of our Lord, called Mother Juliana, an Anchoret of Norwich, who lived in the days of King Edward the Third," published in 1610.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Kamamalu

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KAMAMALU,
(The name signifies The Shade of the Lonely One,) was the daughter of Kamehameha, King of the Sandwich Islands, who, from his conquests and character, has been styled "The Napoleon of the Pacific." Kamamalu was his favourite daughter, and he married her to his son and heir, Liholiho, who was born of a different mother; inter-marriages of brother and sister being then practised in those heathen islands.
After the death of Kamehameha, his son Liholiho succeeded to be King of Hawaii, and all the islands of the group; and Kamamalu was queen, and his favourite wife, though he had four others. This was in 1819; the following year was the advent of the Gospel and Christian civilization to these miserable heathen. As has ever been the case, women joyfully welcomed the glad tidings of hope and peace and purity. Kamamalu was among the first converts, and eagerly embraced the opportunities for instruction. In 1822, she was diligently prosecuting her studies, could read and write, and her example was of great influence in strengthening the wavering disposition of her husband, and finally inducing him to abandon his debaucheries, and become, as he said, "a good man."
In the autumn of the year 1823, Liholiho determined to visit this country first; and then the United States. Kamamalu, his favourite wife, (polygamy was not then abolished,) was selected to accompany him; they left Honolulu, November 27th. The people were greatly distressed at the departure of their king and queen. Kamamalu remained on shore to the last, mingling her tears with those of her attendants, to whom her amiability and attention to domestic concerns had greatly endeared her.
They reached London safely; were flattered and feasted, and hurried from one rout to another, in a manner which their tropical constitutions could very ill bear. The king, Liholiho, took the measles; and, in a few days afterwards, his wife, Kamamalu was seized with the same disease. Liholiho appeared to be recovering rapidly, when his wife was found to be dying. The mutual grief of the royal couple was affecting. They held each other in a warm and protracted embrace, while the thought of dying so early in their career, so far from their loved islands and friends, caused the tears to gush freely. In the evening she died. This sad event so affected the depressed spirits of the king, that although hopes of his recovery had been entertained, he sank rapidly, and on the 14th., after much severe suffering, breathed his last.
In accordance with the will of the dead, the bodies of Liholiho and Kamamalu were taken to Honolulu; and interred with a mingling of barbaric pomp and Christian observances.
Kamamalu was about twenty-six years of age at the time of her decease. Had her life been prolonged, with her uncommon talents and the earnest purpose she manifested of learning the true and doing works of goodness, she would doubtless have been of great aid in the improvement of the people of Hawaii.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Julia Moesa

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JULIA MŒSA,
Grandmother of Heliogabalus, Emperor of Rome, was a great ​politician, and a virtuous woman. She strove to counteract the bad counsels of the mother of the emperor, and bring him back to common sense and duty. She saw that the Romans would not long bear such a shameful yoke, and she induced the emperor, who always retained his respect for her, to nominate his cousin, Alexander Seyerus, his successor. Julia Mœsa attained a happy and respected old age, and was placed by Alexander Seyerus in the list of divinities.
# A Highland Regiment/Dedication

For " The Remembered Gods "
IF in my song the heart of love
 Looks from another maiden's eyes,
Where on the hills of Morven move
 The kings too proud for Paradise;
Though to your ears the autumn brings
 No sounds of crying, you will know
The murmur of immortal things
 In this dark tale of long ago.   If in the silence of the nights
 The song of Angus calls no more,
If all the sea is ringed with lights
 And no waves moaning on the shore.
Though Balor sleeping on the hills
 Forgets the dew in his drenched hair,
You will remember ancient ills
 Pitying another Alastair.
 F
# A Highland Regiment/Clytemnestra

OUT of the drinking cup,
 Out of my own hearth-fire,
The taint of blood goes up.
 The scent of the burning pyre.
When the feasters' shout is high.
 Or the spinning maidens sing,
I hear the dead man's cry,
 The dead who was my king.
For this is an ageless thing,
 And the blood runs fresh again
In the cleansing draught from the spring
 And the stored wine I drain.
And the joyous marriage-song,
 And the drinking-song at the board,
Is the voice that sobbed so long
 In the agony of my lord.
Oh dark stern face of him
 I wedded and could not love,
Oh terrible eyes grown dim
 And torn black hair above.
Oh hands so strong in fight,
 So weak in the folding net,
Dead feet that by day and night
 Follow the slayer yet,
Lo I am drawing near
 To the door of the house of death.
Must I for ever hear
 The sound of the labouring breath,
Must I for ever see
 The murdered body lie.
And on my own roof-tree
 The blood that will not dry ?
1914
# A Highland Regiment/In Memoriam

Mackintosh was awarded a Military Cross for the action that David Sutherland was lost in.
Private D. Sutherland Killed in Action in the German Trench, May 16th 1916, and the Others who Died.
SO you were David's father, And he was your only son, And the new-cut peats are rotting And the work is left undone,
Because of an old man weeping, Just an old man in pain, For David, his son David, That will not come again.
Oh, the letters he wrote you, And I can see them still, Not a word of the fighting, But just the sheep on the hill And how you should get the crops in Ere the year get stormier, And the Bosches have got his body, And I was his officer.
You were only David's father, But I had fifty sons When we went up in the evening Under the arch of the guns, And we came back at twilight -
O God! I heard them call To me for help and pity That could not help at all.
Oh, never will I forget you, My men that trusted me, More my sons than your fathers', For they could only see The little helpless babies And the young men in their pride. They could not see you dying, And hold you while you died.
Happy and young and gallant, They saw their first-born go, But not the strong limbs broken And the beautiful men brought low, The piteous writhing bodies, They screamed 'Don't leave me, sir', For they were only your fathers But I was your officer.
# A Highland Regiment/Hope

WHERE is the life of springs forgotten,
The happy life of years grown old ?
Their bloomless buds are dead and rotten.
The suns that warmed their leaves are cold.
And we that walk the ruined garden
Watch the dry breath of winter harden
In all its beds the barren mould.
Where is the joy of daily meeting
In spring-time when the sun was high ?
The winter suns are pale and fleeting,
The gathering clouds o'ercast the sky.
And we that walk alone remember
The fires whose last undying ember
Will burn our hearts until we die.
Oh, heart of youth, too full of sorrow.
Be strong and hold your sorrow fast.
The bitter day and bitter morrow,
That hurt you now, will soon be past.
Winter and spring will end hereafter,
An end of tears, an end of laughter.
And you shall have content at last.
There where the flowers and grasses cover
The lips that laugh, the eyes that weep,
Lover shall meet again with lover.
No man shall break the tryst they keep.
You shall fulfil desire with dreaming
There where all life is inward seeming.
There where the heart of life is sleep.
1914
# A Highland Regiment/Ecclesiastes

OH vanity of vanities
 And following of wind
Through the dim avenues and deep
 Abysses of the mind ;
When will our ears be deaf at last,
 When will our eyes be blind ?
Oh vanity of vanities
 And lighter than the air.
And restless hearts unsatisfied
 With searching everywhere ;
When will the restless heart be still,
 And loosened from its care ?
Oh vanity of sorrowing
 And emptiness of mirth,
And wandering fires of thought in clay
 Imprisoned at our birth,
When will the wandering fires go out,
 And earth return to earth ?
Oxford, 1913
# A Highland Regiment/Growing Pains

I
MY virtue is gone from me. Nevermore
 Shall I see all the flowers and grasses plain,
But only sit and think how once I saw,
 And only pray that I may see again.
And in my ears all melody will die,
 And on my lips the songs I make will fade.
And I shall only hear in memory
 A far-off echo of the songs I made.
And the old happy vision of God's grace.
 Where I have mingled with eternal light,
Will comfort me no more, but in its place
 There will be darkness and eternal night ;
And faintly in the darkness you will move.
And I shall keep the memory of love.
 II
I cannot see your face, I cannot see
 The hair back-sweeping from your candid brow,
For night eternal overshadows me,
 And eyes that saw you once are sightless now ;
I cannot hear the music of your voice
 That was so beautiful while I could hear,
But only wait upon you and rejoice
 To know that in the darkness you are near.
Oh come to me, my dear, and loose my chain,
 And with your magic break the evil spell,
And bring me back into the light again
 To the fair country where I used to dwell.
For now my ears are deaf, my eyes are blind.
And endless darkness gathers in my mind.
 III
The end has come for me, the end has come,
 The fairies have rung out their silver bell,
And after time will find and leave me dumb
 With no more tales of fairyland to tell.
The end has come for me, the end of all,
 Of song half-uttered and of quick desire,
And hopes that strained to heaven in their fall.
 And high dreams fashioned out of clay and fire.
The earth is black about me, and the sun
 Is blotted out with darkness overhead,
There is no hope to comfort me not one.
 For love has stolen away, and faith has fled,
And life that once was mine has passed me by.
And I am desolate and shall not die.
 IV
There is a city built with walls of gold,
 Which is the birthplace of the fairy kings.
Full of strange songs and stories yet untold,
 And all the happiness that childhood brings.
The city's gates are open night and day.
 And night and day the travellers ride through,
And many that have wandered far away
 Would reach again the happy town they knew.
But they can only watch the vision die,
 And hear the music cease along the strand.
And from the merry dancing-ring no cry
 Comes down the falling wind to where they stand,
And so they turn away again to try
The darkness of the undiscovered land.
Oxford, 1913
# A Highland Regiment/In Memoriam—R. M. Stalker

AS I go down the highway,
And through the village street,
I hear the pipers playing
 And the tramp of marching feet.
The men I worked and fought with
 Swing by me four on four.
And at the end you follow
 Whom I shall see no more.
Oh, Stalk, where are you lying ?
 Somewhere and far away,
Enemy hands have buried
 Your quiet contemptuous clay.
There was no greeting given,
 No tear of friend for friend,
From us when you flew over
 Exultant to the end.
I couldn't see the paper,
 I couldn't think that you
Would never walk the highway
 The way you used to do.
I turn at every footfall,
 Half-hoping, half -afraid
To see you coming, later
 Than usual for parade.
The old Lairg clique is broken,
 I drove there yesterday.
And the car was full of ghosts that sat
 Beside me all the way.
Ghosts of old songs and laughter,
 Ghosts of the jolly three,
That went the road together
 And go no more with me.
Oh, Stalk, but I am lonely.
 For the old days we knew.
And the bed on the floor at Lesdos
 We slept in, I and you.
The joyful nights in billets
 We laughed and drank and swore —
But the candle's burned out now, Stalk,
 In the mess at Henancourt.
The candle's burned out now, old man.
 And the dawn's come grey and cold.
And I sit by the fire here
 Alone and sad and old.
Though all the rest come back again.
 You lie in a foreign land,
And the strongest link of all the chain
 Is broken in my hand.
# A Highland Regiment/Dead Youth

THE days of dreams are over,
 The days of songs are done,
So bid good-bye, young lover,
 To boyhood's dying sun ;
Good-bye to joy and sadness.
 Good-bye to sun and rain,
And to the swift spring madness
 That will not come again.
Oh days of careless laughter,
 Oh nights of sudden tears,
We shall not know hereafter
 Forgotten hopes and fears.
Oh dreams that bide no longer
 With young hearts waxen cold,
Are lovely things no stronger,
 And must you too grow old ?
Yes, memory is flying,
 And golden dreams must fade.
And all our loves are dying
 With us beneath the shade ;
And buds that ripen never
 Their bloomless leaves have shed,
For youth is dead for ever,
 And all his thoughts are dead.
1913
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Ney, Jenny

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NEY, JENNY.
Mademoiselle Jenny Ney is a native of Presburgh, in Hungary, and was educated with great care for the stage by her mother, an artiste of considerable reputation, as was also her elder daughter, whom it was Jenny's great desire to emulate. She made her debut when a mere child, and soon obtained a favourable engagement at the Imperial Opera at Vienna, where she remained three years, that is, from 1851 to 1853, becoming every day a greater favourite with the public. The death of her mother at this period induced her to leave the Austrian capital, where she felt lonely and unhappy, being constantly reminded of her loss. Her fame having spread through Germany, numerous engagements offered, and she decided on Dresden, from whence she made excursions to Hamburg, Frankfort, Cologne, and other cities. In 1856, she made her appearance in the "Travatori," at the Royal Italian Opera House, London, with decided success, but the performance was interrupted for a time by her severe and dangerous illness, from which, however, she sufficiently recovered to enable her to resume before the close of the season, when her engagement called her back again to Dresden, where she is still performing. Previous to her appearance in London she was honoured with the title of Kammer-sangerum (chamber singer) to the court of Saxony.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Neuber, Caroline

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NEUBER, CAROLINE,
Was born in the year 1692, the daugher of a German lawyer, Weissenborn. Her father was very strict with her, and in her fifteenth year she ran away with a student, a Mr. Neuber, whom she afterwards married. They soon after organized a strolling troop of actors, with which they performed at first in Weissenfels.
Madame Neuber felt her calling to become the regenerator of the German stage; she placed herself at the head of her troop, made laws for it, and introduced better morals among its members In 1726, she obtained a royal privilege to perform in Dresden and Leipzic; she erected her stage in the latter place, and performed the old-fashioned tragedies of the German stage, such as "King Octavins," "Courtship," "Fate and Death," "The Golden Apple," "Nero," etc After the death of King Augustus, 1733, Madame Neuber went to Hamburg. In 1737, she returned to Leipzic, and assnmed the reform of the stage, in conjunction with the celebrated author Gottsched.
The German harlequin was, after a long struggle, banished from the stage, and the victory celebrated by a piece called "The Victory of Reason." Her fame spread all over the continent. In 1740, she was invited by Duke Biron, the favourite of Anne of Austria, to come to Courland, and from thence to Petersburg. On her return to Leipzic, she quarrelled with her benefactor, Grottsched, and constant and bitter recrimination was the result; she even went so far as to burlesque the person of the professor on the stage. From that time, fortune forsook her; she was compelled to disband her troop, and died in great poverty, near Dresden, in 1760.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Neumann, Madame

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NEUMANN, MADAME,
Is author of a number of novels and legends. She writes under the cognomen of Sartori.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Newell, Harriet

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NEWELL, HARRIET,
The first American heroine of the missionary enterprise, was born at Haverhill, Massachusetts, October 10th., 1793. Her maiden name was Attwood. In 1806, while at school at Bradford, she became deeply impressed with the importance of religion; and, at the age ​of sixteen, she joined the church. On the 9th. of February, 1812, Harriet Attwood married the Rev. Samuel Newell, missionary to the Burman empire; and in the same month, Mr. and Mrs. Newell embarked with their friends Mr. and Mrs. Judson, for India. On the arrival of the missionaries at Calcutta, they were ordered to leave by the East India Company; and accordingly Mr. and Mrs. Newell embarked for the Isle of France. Three weeks before reaching the island she became the mother of a child, which died in five days. On the 30th. of November, seven weeks and four days after her confinement, Mrs. Harriet Newell, at the age of twenty, expired, far from her home and friends. She was one of the first females who ever went from America as a missionary; and she was the first who died a martyr to the cause of missions. That there is a time, even in the season of youth and the flush of hope, when it is "better to die than to live," even to attain our wish for this world, Harriet Newell is an example. Her most earnest wish was to do good for the cause of Christ, and to be of service in teaching his gospel to the heathen.
Harriet Newell left a journal and a few letters, the record of her religious feelings and the events of her short missionary life. These fragments have been published, making a little book. Such is her contribution to literature; yet this small work has been and is now of more importance to the intellectual progress of the world than all the works of Madame de Stael. The writings of Harriet Newell, translated into several tongues, and published in many editions, have reached the heart of society, and assisted to build up the throne of woman's power, even the moral influence of her sex over men; and their intellect can never reach its highest elevation but through the medium of moral cultivation.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Neale, Elizabeth

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NEALE, ELIZABETH,
An artist mentioned only in De Bic's Golden Cabinet, published in 1662. He speaks of her as painting so well as almost to rival the famous Zeghers; but he does not mention any of her works, nor whether she painted in oil or water-colours.
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Nemours, Marie d'Orleans, Duchess de

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NEMOURS, MARIE D'ORLEANS, DUCHESS DE,
Daughter of the Duke de Longueville, was born in 1625. She wrote some very agreeable "Memoirs of the War of the Fronde," in which she delineates in a masterly manner the principal persons concerned—describes transactions with great fidelity, and adds many anecdotes. She married, when very young, the Duke de Nemours, and died in 1707. By her virtues, her prudence, and her sagacity in those trying and difficult times, her endowment and taste for polite literature, she reflected lustre on her rank and station. By ​her address and influence, she recalled her father, who had espoused the canse of the princes of the blood, to his allegiance, and rescued him from his dangerous position. Through all the civil contentions that raged around her, the duchess preserved her independence and neutrality
# A Cyclopaedia of Female Biography/Nelli, Suor Plautilla

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NELLI, SUOR PLAUTILLA,
A Florentine lady of noble extraction. A natural genius led her to copy the works of Bartolomeo di St. Marco, and she became, in consequence, an excellent painter. After taking the veil of St. Catharine, at Florence, she composed the "Descent from the Cross;" her pictures possess great merit. She died in 1588, aged sixty-five.
# A History of the Nonjurors

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A
History of the Nonjurors:
THEIR CONTROVERSIES AND WRITINGS;
WITH REMARKS ON SOME OF THE RUBRICS
IN THE BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER.
BY
THOMAS LATHBURY, M.A.
AUTHOR OF "A HISTORY OF THE CONVOCATION", "A HISTORY OF THE ENGLISH EPISCOPACY FROM 1640 TO 1662," ETC. ETC.
LONDON
WILLIAM PICKERING
1845
TO
THE MOST REVEREND FATHER IN GOD,
William, Lord Archbishop of Canterbury,
AND PRIMATE OF ALL ENGLAND,
UNDER WHOSE WISE AND GOOD GOVERNMENT,
THROUGH THE GOOD PROVIDENCE OF GOD,
THE ANGLICAN CHURCH
HAS BEEN SUSTAINED AMIDST DIFFICULTIES
UNEXAMPLED IN HER HISTORY IN RECENT TIMES,
THIS VOLUME
IS MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY
HIS GRACE’S MOST OBEDIENT
HUMBLE SERVANT
THE AUTHOR.
CONTENTS.
Preface
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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