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# Chronicle of the Conquest of Granada/Chapter XVIII
## Chapter XVIII

HOW MULEY ABUL HASSAN PROFITED BY THE MISFORTUNES OF HIS SON BOABDIL.
An unfortunate death atones, with the world, for a multitude of errors. While the populace thought their youthful monarch had perished in the field nothing could exceed their grief for his loss and their adoration of his memory; when, however, they learnt that he was still alive and had surrendered himself captive to the Christians, their feelings underwent an instant change. They decried his talents as a commander, his courage as a soldier; they railed at his expedition as rash and ill-conducted; and they reviled him for not having dared to die on the field of battle, rather than surrender to the enemy.
The alfaquis, as usual, mingled with the populace and artfully guided their discontents. "Behold," exclaimed they, "the prediction is accomplished which was pronounced at the birth of Boabdil! He has been seated on the throne, and the kingdom has suffered downfall and disgrace by his defeat and captivity. Comfort yourselves, O Moslems! The evil day has passed by; the prophecy is fulfilled: the sceptre which has been broken in the feeble hand of Boabdil is destined to resume its former sway in the vigorous grasp of Abul Hassan."
The people were struck with the wisdom of these words: they rejoiced that the baleful prediction which had so long hung over them was at an end, and declared that none but Muley Abul Hassan had the valor and capacity necessary for the protection of the kingdom in this time of trouble.
The longer the captivity of Boabdil continued, the greater grew the popularity of his father. One city after another renewed allegiance to him, for power attracts power and fortune creates fortune. At length he was enabled to return to Granada and establish himself once more in the Alhambra. At his approach his repudiated spouse, the sultana Ayxa, gathered together the family and treasures of her captive son, and retired, with a handful of the nobles, into the Albaycin, the rival quarter of the city, the inhabitants of which still retained feelings of loyalty to Boabdil. Here she fortified herself and held the semblance of a court in the name of her son. The fierce Muley Abul Hassan would have willingly carried fire and sword into this factious quarter of the capital, but he dared not confide in his new and uncertain popularity. Many of the nobles detested him for his past cruelty, and a large portion of the soldiery, besides many of the people of his own party, respected the virtues of Ayxa la Horra and pitied the misfortunes of Boabdil.
Granada therefore presented the singular spectacle of two sovereignties within the same city. The old king fortified himself in the lofty towers of the Alhambra, as much against his own subjects as against the Christians; while Ayxa, with the zeal of a mother's affection, which waxes warmer and warmer toward her offspring when in adversity, still maintained the standard of Boabdil on the rival fortress of the Alcazaba, and kept his powerful faction alive within the walls of the Albaycin.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/McKinley, William

Edition of 1921; disclaimer.
McKINLEY, WILLIAM, an American statesman, 24th President of the United States; born in Niles, O., Jan. 29, 1843. He was educated at the public schools, and at the Poland, O., Academy. In May, 1861, he volunteered for the army, and entered the 23d Ohio Infantry as a private. He served four years, rising by merit and faithfulness to the captaincy of his company, and to the rank of major, when mustered out in 1865. He at once began the study of law; in 1867 was admitted to the bar, and commenced practice at Canton, O., where he afterward had his residence. In 1869 he was elected prosecuting attorney for Stark county, where his success attracted local attention. Entering politics, he was elected to Congress in 1876, and was re-elected for six successive terms. In 1882 his election was contested, and he was unseated, but triumphantly returned at the next election. His reputation in Congress rests chiefly on a tariff bill that bears his name. It was drawn by him as chairman of the Ways and Means Committee, and passed by the 51st Congress. This bill and his able advocacy of it before the House distinguished him as the leader of the Republican party on the tariff question. McKinley failed of re-election in his district in 1890, though largely reducing the adverse plurality created by a redistricting that changed the limits of the district.
In 1891 he was elected governor of Ohio by a large plurality, and re-elected in 1893. By this time his name
was frequently mentioned as a future candidate for the presidency. In 1895 a systematic canvass in McKinley's behalf was instituted by his supporters which was continued till the election of 1896. He was nominated on a platform which stood firmly against free silver, then the chief political issue. He was elected by a plurality of 603,514, and an electoral majority of 95.
President McKinley's first term is memorable chiefly for the occurrence of the Spanish-American War and its unexpected results (see Cuba). That his policy during 1896-1900 was acceptable was shown by his unanimous renomination and re-election in 1900 by a plurality of 849,000, and an electoral majority of 137. On Sept. 5, 1901, he visited the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, N. Y., that day having been set apart in his honor and called the “President's Day.” On the afternoon of the following day, while holding a public reception in the Temple of Music, he was shot twice by Leon F. Czolgosz, an anarchist. Hopes of his recovery were entertained for several days, but on Sept. 13 he began to sink rapidly and died at 2.15 A. M., Sept. 14. His remains were removed to Washington on Sept. 16, laid in state in the Capitol on the 17th, and taken to his home city, Canton, O.
WILLIAM MCKINLEY
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Meistersingers

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MEISTERSINGERS (mīs-), a society of German citizens formed in the 13th century for the cultivation of poetry. It is believed to have arisen at Mayence, whence it spread to Augsburg, Nuremberg, etc. It was incorporated by Charles IV. in 1378. Among the most famous of them were Hans Sachs, Henry of Meissen, Frauenlob, Regenbogen, Hadlaub, and Muscatblut. The meistersingers were the successors of the minnesingers. Their poems were often satiric, “Reynard the Fox” and “Tyl Owl-glass” are attributed to them.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Massa

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​MASSA, a city in Italy, 26 miles N. of Pisa. Extensive marble quarries are located near here, and the city also is important for its manufactures of silk and paper. Pop. about 30,000.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Massachusetts Bay

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​MASSACHUSETTS BAY, a large bay to the E. of the central part of Massachusetts; bounded on the N. by Cape Ann, and on the S. by Cape Cod.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Massachusetts Institute of Technology

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​MASSACHUSETTS INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY, a non-sectarian institution in Cambridge, Mass.; founded in 1865; reported at the close of 1919: Professors and instructors, 125; students, 3,073; volumes in the library, 132,921; productive funds, $9,500,000; income, $430,000; president, E. F. Nichols.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Massasoit

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​MASSASOIT, Indian chief; born in Massachusetts about 1580. His dominions comprised the district in the S. E. part of Massachusetts between Cape Cod and Narragansett Bay. In March, 1621, three months after the landing of the Pilgrims, he sent a warrior named Samoset to Plymouth who shouted in English, which he had learned from Penobscot fishermen, “Welcome Englishmen!” Later Massasoit visited the Pilgrims in person and arranged a treaty of friendship in which both sides promised to refrain from all overt and hostile acts and to aid each other if either were unjustly attacked. This promise was faithfully kept for 54 years. Massasoit died near the present Warren, R. I., in 1660.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Massachusetts Agricultural College

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​MASSACHUSETTS AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE, a non-sectarian institution in Amherst, Mass.; founded in 1863; reported at the close of 1919: Professors and instructors, 75; students, 500; volumes in the library, 61,439; income, $732,000; president, Kenyon L. Butterfield.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Massage

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​MASSAGE (mass′ij), a scientific method of curing disease by systematic manipulations comprising: (1) Surface friction (effleurage); (2) A form of kneading (pétrissage); (3) Manipulations with the tips of the fingers (massage à friction); and (4) A kind of striking or percussion with the hands (tapotenent). These procedures are combined according to definite rules, and the treatment is found useful in paralysis, neuralgia, rheumatism, joint diseases, etc. It is used among the Sandwich Islanders under the name of lomi-lomi, and in Tonga is called toogi-toogi, mili, or fota.
# Collier's New Encyclopedia (1921)/Matthison, Edith Wynne

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MATTHISON, EDITH WYNNE, actress; born in Birmingham, England, in 1875, she was educated in King Edward's Grammar School and Midland Institute, and began at 21 to appear in musical comedy, later joining Ben Greet's company, playing leading parts in “The Three Musketeers” and “Money.” Created
title rôle in “Everyman,” and has appeared in Greek and mystery plays, old English comedies, and modern plays. In the United States in 1904 she appeared in Goldsmith's “She Stoops to Conquer,” and she has done good work in the plays of her husband, Charles Rann Kennedy (q. v.).
# The Pilgrim (Coates)

"Once a man set forth at morning"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "The Pilgrim" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The Pilgrim" in Poems II.
# The Pilgrim Cook Book

"Containing nearly 700 carefully tested recipes."
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# The Search (Lowell)

From Miscellaneous Poems
I went to seek for Christ,  And Nature seemed so fair That first the woods and fields my youth enticed,  And I was sure to find him there:  The temple I forsook,  And to the solitude Allegiance paid; but winter came and shook  The crown and purple from my wood; His snows, like desert sands, with scornful drift,  Besieged the columned aisle and palace-gate; My Thebes, cut deep with many a solemn rift,  But epitaphed her own sepulchered state: Then I remembered whom I went to seek, And blessed blunt Winter for his counsel bleak.
 Back to the world I turned,  For Christ, I said, is King; So the cramped alley and the hut I spurned,  As far beneath his sojourning:  Mid power and wealth I sought,  But found no trace of him, And all the costly offerings I had brought  With sudden rust and mould grew dim: I found his tomb, indeed, where, by their laws,  All must on stated days themselves imprison, Mocking with bread a dead creed's grinning jaws,  Witless how long the life had thence arisen; Due sacrifice to this they set apart, Prizing it more than Christ's own living heart.
 So from my feet the dust  Of the proud World I shook; Then came dear Love and shared with me his crust.  And half my sorrow's burden took.  After the World's soft bed,  Its rich and dainty fare, Like down seemed Love's coarse pillow to my head,  His cheap food seemed as manna rare; Fresh-trodden prints of bare and bleeding feet,  Turned to the heedless city whence I came, Hard by I saw, and springs of worship sweet  Gushed from my cleft heart smitten by the same; Love looked me in the face and spake no words, But straight I knew those footprints were the Lord's.
 I followed where they led,  And in a hovel rude, With naught to fence the weather from his head,  The King I sought for meekly stood;  A naked, hungry child  Clung round his gracious knee, And a poor hunted slave looked up and smiled  To bless the smile that set him free: New miracles I saw his presence do,—  No more I knew the hovel bare and poor, The gathered chips into a woodpile grew,  The broken morsel swelled to goodly store; I knelt and wept: my Christ no more I seek, His throne is with the outcast and the weak.
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# The Search

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "The Search."
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* The Search, a work by George Herbert
* The Search (1843), a poem by James Russell Lowell
# The Search Party

* information about this edition.
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   ... the incredible has happened, and "The Search Party" is as gloriously and deliriously funny as "Spanish Gold." Once more Mr. Birmingham has proved himself: "The prophet of the Utterly Absurd, / The Patently Impossible and Vain." —Extracted from the review in The Bookman (UK) 1909 Oct. Full review on the Discussion page
THE SEARCH PARTY
UNIFORM EDITION of the WORKS of
G. A. BIRMINGHAM
Each, net $1.20
* LALAGE'S LOVERS
* SPANISH GOLD
* THE SEARCH PARTY
* THE SIMPKINS PLOT
* THE MAJOR'S NIECE
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
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THE SEARCH PARTY
BY
G. A. BIRMINGHAM
AUTHOR OF "SPANISH GOLD," "LALAGE'S LOVERS," "THE SIMPKINS PLOT," ETC.
HODDER & STOUGHTON
NEW YORK
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* Chapter 01 1
* Chapter 02 11
* Chapter 03 23
* Chapter 04 34
* Chapter 05 45
* Chapter 06 58
* Chapter 07 69
* Chapter 08 82
* Chapter 09 94
* Chapter 10 104
* Chapter 11 117
* Chapter 12 129
* Chapter 13 142
* Chapter 14 154
* Chapter 15 168
* Chapter 16 184
* Chapter 17 198
* Chapter 18 212
* Chapter 19 224
* Chapter 20 237
* Chapter 21 249
* Chapter 22 257
* Chapter 23 262
* Chapter 24 266
* Chapter 25 280
* Chapter 26 291
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# Confederate Military History/Volume 4/Preface

PREFACE.
IN presenting this sketch of the North Carolina troops in the Civil war, the author feels that, in justice to himself and to the heroic soldiers whose deeds it attempts to commemorate, some facts in connection with its preparation should be stated.
The authorship of this chapter was originally assigned to a distinguished participant in the deeds recorded. He, however, after vainly striving for about a year to find time in which to write the sketch, was reluctantly forced by his engagements to relinquish the undertaking. Thereupon the author was invited to prepare the chapter. The time which the publishers could then allow for the collection of material and the completion of the manuscript necessitated more rapid work than such a subject merits.
This necessity for haste especially prevented the collection of much-needed data about the last twelve months of the war. During those months the Confederate officers wrote very few official reports. The only way, therefore, to get reasonably full information concerning the events of that period is by correspondence with the survivors. This was attempted, but the time was too short for satisfactory results.
# Confederate Veteran/Volume 01

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The
Confederate Veteran
Magazine
1893
# Chronological Table and Index of the Statutes/Chronological Table/13Ann

* ↑ 12 Ann. St. 2., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 3., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 2., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 10., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 11., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 12., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 13., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 14., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 15., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 16., Ruff.
* ↑ cc. 1,2., private, Ruff.
* ↑ c. 9., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 7.,private Ruff.
* ↑ c. 17., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 18., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 19., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 20., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 21., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 22., Ruff.
* ↑ c. 23., Ruff.
* ↑ cc. 3, 4, 6, 10, 14–16.,private, Ruff.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Song ("How I envy the ring…")

Song.
How I envy the ring that encircles thy finger!— Dear daughter of beauty how happy were I If, by some sweet spell, like that ring, I might linger At ease in the light of thy heart-thrilling eye!
I would joy in the music thy light pulse is making, I would press the soft cheek where the rose-buds unfold— I would rest on the brow where pure thought's ever waking, And lovingly glide through thy tresses of gold.
On the ripe smiling lip which young Cupid is steeping In dews of love's day-dawn, I'd tenderly play— And when in thy innocence, sweet, thou wert sleeping, I'd watch thee, and bless thee, and guard thee for aye!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Roland and Rosabelle

Roland and Rosabelle.
A tomb by skilful hands is raised, Close to a sainted shrine, And there is laid a stalwart Knight, The last of all his line. Beside that noble monument, A Squire doth silent stand, Leaning in pensive wise upon The cross-hilt of his brand.
Around him peals the harmony Of friars at even-song, He notes them not, as passing by The hymning brothers throng: And he hath watched the monument Three weary nights and days, And ever on the marble cold Is fixed his steadfast gaze.
'I pray thee, wakeful Squire, unfold'— Proud Rosabella said— 'The story of the warrior bold, Who in this tomb is laid?' 'A champion of the Cross was he'— The Squire made low reply— 'And on the shore of Galilee, In battle did he die.
'He bound me by a solemn vow, His body to convey Where lived his love—there rests it now, Until the judgment-day: And by his stone of record here, In loyalty I stand, Until I greet his leman dear— The Lady of the Land!'
'Fair stranger, I would learn of thee The gentle warrior's name, Who fighting fell at Galilee And won a deathless name?' The Squire hath fixed an eye of light Full on the Lady tall— 'Men called,' he said, 'that hapless Knight Sir Roland of the Hall!
'His foot was foremost in the fray, And last to leave the field— A braver arm in danger's day Ne'er shivered lance on shield!' 'In death, what said he of his love— Thou faithful soldier tell?' 'Meekly he prayed to Him above For perjured Rosabelle.'
'Thy task is done—my course is run— (O fast her tears did fall!) I am indeed a perjured one— Dear Roland of the Hall!' Even as the marble cold and pale, Waxed Rosabella's cheek; The faithful Squire resumed travail— The Lady's heart did break!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Song of the Danish Sea-King

Song of the Danish Sea-King.
Our bark is on the waters deep, our bright blade’s in our hand, Our birthright is the ocean vast—we scorn the girdled land; And the hollow wind is our music brave, and none can bolder be Than the hoarse-tongued tempest raving o’er a proud and swelling sea!
Our bark is dancing on the waves, its tall masts quivering bend Before the gale, which hails us now with the hollo of a friend ; And its prow is sheering merrily the upcurled billow’s foam, While our hearts, with throbbing gladness, cheer old Ocean as our home!
Our eagle-wings of might we stretch before the gallant wind, And we leave the tame and sluggish earth a dim mean speck behind; We shoot into the untracked deep, as earth-freed spirits soar, Like stars of fire through boundless space—through realms without a shore!
Lords of this wide-spread wilderness of waters, we bound free, The haughty elements alone dispute our sovereignty; No landmark doth our freedom let, for no law of man can mete The sky which arches o'er our head—the waves which kiss our feet!
The warrior of the land may back the wild horse, in his pride; But a fiercer steed we dauntless breast—the untamed ocean tide; And a nobler tilt our bark careers, as it quells the saucy wave, While the Herald storm peals o'er the deep the glories of the brave.
Hurrah! hurrah! the wind is up—it bloweth fresh and free, And every cord, instinct with life, pipes loud its fearless glee; Big swell the bosomed sails with joy, and they madly kiss the spray, As proudly, through the foaming surge, the Sea-King bears away!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Song ("He courted me in parlour…")

Song.
He courted me in parlour, and he courted me in ha', He courted me by Bothwell banks, amang the flowers sae sma', He courted me wi' pearlins, wi' ribbons, and wi' rings, He courted me wi' laces, and wi' mony mair braw things; But O he courted best o' a' wi' his black blythesome ee, Whilk wi' a gleam o' witcherie cuist glaumour over me.
We hied thegither to the Fair—I rade ahint my joe, I fand hisheart leap up and doun, while mine beat faint and low; He turn'd his rosy cheek about, and then, ere I could trow, The widdifu' o' wickedness took arles o' my mou! Syne, when I feigned to be sair fleyed, sae pawkily as he Bann'd the auld mare for missing fit, and thrawin him ajee.
And aye he waled the leanings lang, till we drew near the town, When I could hear the kimmers say—'There rides a comelie loun!' I turned wi' pride and keeked at him, but no as to be seen, And thought how do wie I wad feel, gin he made love to Jean! But soon the manly chiel, aff-hand, thus frankly said to me, 'Meg, either tak me to yoursel, or set me fairly free!'
To Glasgow Green I link'd wi' him, to see the ferlies there, He birled his penny wi' the best—what noble could do mair? But ere ae fit he'd tak me hame, he cries—'Meg, tell me noo: Gin ye will hae me, there's my lufe, I'll aye be leal an' true.' On sic an honest, loving heart how could I draw a bar? What could I do but tak Bab's hand, for better or for waur?
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Song ("I look on thee once more…")

Song.
I look on thee once more,— I gaze on thee and sigh, To think how soon some hearts run o'er With love, and then run dry.
I need not marvel long That love in thee expires, For shallowest streams have loudest song, Most smoke the weakest fires.
I deemed thee once sincere,— Once thought thy breast must be A fountain gushing through the year With living love for me!
For so it was with mine, The well-springs of my soul Were opened up, and streamed to thine, As their appointed goal.
And now they wander on, O'er barren sands unblest, Since falsehood placed its seal upon Thy fair, but frozen, breast!