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# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 35

CHAP. XXXV.
———But it is an indubitable verity, continued I, addressing myself to the commissary, changing only the form of my asseveration———that I owe the king of France nothing but my good-will; for he is a very honest man, and I wish him all health and pastime in the world———
Pardonnez moi—replied the commissary, you are indebted to him six livres ​four sous, for the next post from hence to St. Fons, in your rout to Avignion—which being a post royal, you pay double for the horses and postillion—otherwise 'twould have amounted to no more than three livres, two sous———
———But I don't go by land; said I.
———You may if you please; replied the commissary———
Your most obedient servant—said I, making him a low bow———
The commissary, with all the sincerity of grave good breeding—made me one, as low again.———I never was more disconcerted with a bow in my life.
———The devil take the serious character of these people! quoth I—(aside) ​they understand no more of irony than this———
The comparison was standing close by with his panniers—but something seal'd up my lips—I could not pronounce the name—
Sir, said I, collecting myself—it is not my intention to take post———
—But you may—said he, persisting in his first reply—you may take post if you chuse———
—And I may take salt to my pickled herring, said I, if I chuse———
—But I do not chuse—
—But you must pay for it, whether you do or no———
Aye! for the salt; said I (I know)———
​—And for the post too; added he. Defend me; cried I———
I travel by water—I am going down the Rhône this very afternoon—my baggage is in the boat—and I have actually paid nine livres for my passage———
C'est tout egal—'tis all one; said he.
Bon Dieu! what, pay for the way I go! and for the way I do not go!
———C'est tout egal; replied the commissary———
———The devil it is! said I—but I will go to ten thousand Bastiles first———
O England! England! thou land of liberty, and climate of good sense, thou tenderest of mothers—and gentlest of nurses, cried I, kneeling upon one knee, as I was beginning my apostrophè———
​When the director of Madam Le Blanc's conscience coming in at that instant, and seeing a person in black, with a face as pale as ashes, at his devotions—looking still paler by the contrast and distress of his drapery—ask'd, if I stood in want of the aids of the church———
I go by water—said I—and here's another will be for making me pay for going by oyl.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 36

CHAP. XXXVI.
As I perceived the commissary of the post-office would have his six livres four sous, I had nothing else for it, but to say some smart thing upon the occasion, worth the money:
And so I set off thus———
​—And pray Mr. commissary, by what law of courtesy is a defenceless stranger to be used just the reverse from what you use a Frenchman in this matter?
By no means; said he.
Excuse me; said I—for you have begun, sir, with first tearing off my breeches—and now you want my pocket———
Whereas—had you first taken my pocket, as you do with your own people—and then left me bare a-'d after—I had been a beast to have complain'd———
As it is——— ———'Tis contrary to the law of nature. ———'Tis contrary to reason. ———'Tis contrary to the gospel.
But not to this———said he—putting a printed paper into my hand.
Par le roy.
​— — 'Tis a pithy prolegomenon, quoth I—and so read on — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
—By all which it appears, quoth I, having read it over, a little too rapidly, that if a man sets out in a post-chaise from Paris—he must go on travelling in one, all the days of his life—or pay for it.—Excuse me, said the commissary, the spirit of the ordinance is this—That if you set out with an intention of running post from Paris to Avignion, &c. you shall not change that intention or mode of travelling, without first satisfying the fermiers for two posts further than the place you repent at—and 'tis founded, continued he, upon this, that the revenues ​are not to fall short through your fickleness———
———O by heavens! cried I—if fickleness is taxable in France—we have nothing to do but to make the best peace with you we can———
AND SO THE PEACE WAS MADE;
———And if it is a bad one—as Tristram Shandy laid the corner stone of it—nobody but Tristram Shandy ought to be hanged.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 39

CHAP. XXXIX.
When we arrived at the chaise-vamper's house, both the house and the shop were shut up; it was the eighth of September, the nativity of the blessed Virgin Mary, mother of God—
—Tantarra—ra—tan—tivi—the whole world was going out a May-poling—frisking here—capering there—no body cared a button for me or my remarks; so I sat me down upon a bench by the door, philosophating upon my condition: by a better fate than usually attends me, I had not waited half an hour, when the mistress came in, to take the papilliotes from off her hair, before she went to the May-poles———
The French women, by the bye, love May-poles, a la folie—that is, as much as ​their matins—give 'em but a May-pole, whether in May, June, July, or September—they never count the times—down it goes—'tis meat, drink, washing, and lodging to 'em—and had we but the policy, an' please your worships (as wood is a little scarce in France) to send them but plenty of May-poles———
The women would set them up; and when they had done, they would dance round them (and the men for company) till they were all blind.
The wife of the chaise-vamper step'd in, I told you, to take the papilliotes from off her hair—the toilet stands still for no man—so she jerk'd off her cap, to begin with them as she open'd the door, in doing which, one of them fell upon the ​ground—I instantly saw it was my own writing———
—O Seignieur! cried I—you have got all my remarks upon your head, Madam!—J'en suis bien mortifiée, said she—'tis well, thinks I, they have stuck there—for could they have gone deeper, they would have made such confusion in a French woman's noddle—She had better have gone with it unfrizled, to the day of eternity.
Tenez—said she—so without any idea of the nature of my suffering, she took them from her curls, and put them gravely one by one into my hat—one was twisted this way—another twisted that—ay! by my faith; and when they are published, quoth I,———
They will be worse twisted still.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 31

CHAP. XXXI.
O! There is a sweet æra in the life of man, when, (the brain being tender and fibrillous, and more like pap than any thing else)—a story read of two fond lovers, separated from each other by cruel parents, and by still more cruel destiny———
each ignorant of the other's course,
Amandus taken captive by the Turks, and carried to the emperor of Morocco's court, where the princess of Morocco falling in love with him, keeps him ​twenty years in prison, for the love of his Amanda———
She—(Amanda) all the time wandering barefoot, and with dishevell'd hair, o'er rocks and mountains enquiring for Amandus—Amandus! Amandus!—making every hill and vally to echo back his name———
Amandus! Amandus!
at every town and city sitting down forlorn at the gate———Has Amandus!—has my Amandus enter'd?—till,—going round, and round, and round the world—chance unexpected bringing them at the same moment of the night, though by different ways, to the gate of Lyons their native city, and each in well known accents calling out aloud,
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they fly into each others arms, and both drop down dead for joy.
There is a soft æra in every gentle mortal's life, where such a story affords more pabulum to the brain, than all the Frusts, and Crusts, and Rusts of antiquity, which travellers can cook up for it.
———'Twas all that stuck on the right side of the cullender in my own, of what Spon and others, in their accounts of Lyons, had strained into it; and finding, moreover, in some Itinerary, but in what God knows———That sacred to the fidelity of Amandus and Amanda, a tomb was built without the gates, where to this hour, lovers call'd upon them to ​attest their truths,—I never could get into a scrape of that kind in my life, but this tomb of the lovers, would some how or other, come in at the close—nay such a kind of empire had it establish'd over me, that I could seldom think or speak of Lyons—and sometimes not so much as see even a Lyons-waistcoat, but this remnant of antiquity would present itself to my fancy; and I have often said in my wild way of running on———tho' I fear with some irreverence——— "I thought this shrine (neglected as it was) as valuable as that of Mecca, and so little short, except in wealth, of the Santa Casa itself, that some time or other, I would go a pilgrimage (though I had no other business at Lyons) on purpose to pay it a visit.
​In my list, therefore, of Videnda at Lyons, this, tho' last—was not, you see, least; so taking a dozen or two of longer strides than usual across my room, just whilst it passed my brain, I walked down calmly into the Basse Cour, in order to sally forth; and having called for my bill—as it was uncertain whether I should return to my inn, I had paid it—had moreover given the maid ten sous, and was just receiving the dernier compliments of Monsieur Le Blanc, for a pleasant voyage down the Rhône—when I was stopped at the gate———
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 34

CHAP. XXXIV.
When all was set to rights, I came down stairs again into the basse cour with my valet de place, in order to sally out towards the tomb of the two lovers, &c.—and was a second time stopp'd at the gate—not by the ass—but by the person who struck him; and who, by that time, had taken possession (as is not uncommon after a defeat) of the very spot of ground where the ass stood.
It was a commissary sent to me from the post-office, with a rescript in his hand for the payment of some six livres odd sous.
Upon what account? said I.—'Tis upon the part of the king, replied the ​commissary, heaving up both his shoulders———
———My good friend, quoth I—as sure as I am I—and you are you———
———And who are you? said he.— ———Don't puzzle me; said I.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 38

CHAP. XXXVIII.
When the first transport was over, and the registers of the brain were beginning to get a little out of the confusion into which this jumble of cross ​accidents had cast them—it then presently occurr'd to me, that I had left my remarks in the pocket of the chaise—and that in selling my chaise, I had sold my remarks along with it, to the chaise-vamper.I leave this void space that the reader may swear into it, any oath that he is most accustomed to—For my own part, if ever I swore a whole oath into a vacancy in my life, I think it was into that—*** **** **, said I—and so my remarks through France, which were as full of wit, as an egg is full of meat, and as well worth four hundred guineas, as the said egg is worth a penny—Have I been selling here to a chaise-vamper—for four Louis d'Ors—and giving him a post-chaise (by heaven) worth six into the bargain; had it been to Dodsley, or Becket, or any cre​ditable bookseller, who was either leaving off business, and wanted a post-chaise—or who was beginning it—and wanted my remarks, and two or three guineas along with them—I could have borne it—but to a chaise-vamper!—shew me to him this moment François—said I—the valet de place put on his hat, and led the way—and I pull'd off mine, as I pass'd the commissary, and followed him.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 4

CHAP. IV.
" Now before I quit Calais," a travel-writer would say, "it would not be amiss to give some account of it."—now I think it very much amiss—that a man cannot go quietly through a town, and let it alone, when it does not meddle with him, but that he must be turning about and drawing his pen at every kennel he crosses over, merely o' my conscience, for the sake of drawing it; because, if we may judge from what has been wrote of these things, by all who have wrote and gallop'd—or who have gallop'd and wrote, which is a different way still; or who for more expedition ​than the rest, have wrote-galloping, which is the way I do at present—from the great Addison who did it with his satchel of school-books hanging at his a— and galling his beast's crupper at every stroke—there is not a galloper of us all who might not have gone on ambling quietly in his own ground (in case he had any) and have wrote all he had to write, dry shod, as well as not.
For my own part, as heaven is my judge, and to which I shall ever make my last appeal—I know no more of Calais, (except the little my barber told me of it, as he was whetting his razor) than I do this moment of Grand Cairo; for it was dusky in the evening when I landed, and dark as pitch in the morning when I set out, and yet by merely know​what is what, and by drawing this from that in one part of the town, and by spelling and putting this and that together in another—I would lay any travelling odds, that I this moment write a chapter upon Calais as long as my arm; and with so distinct and satisfactory a detail of every item, which is worth a stranger's curiosity in the town—that you would take me for the town clerk of Calais itself—and where, sir, would be the wonder? was not Democritus, who laughed ten times more than I—town-clerk of Abdera? and was not (I forget his name) who had more discretion than us both, town-clerk of Ephesus?—it should be penn'd moreover, Sir, with so much knowledge and good sense, and truth, and precision———
​—Nay—if you don't believe me, you may read the chapter for your pains.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 33

CHAP. XXXIV.
When all was set to rights, I came down stairs again into the basse cour with my valet de place, in order to sally out towards the tomb of the two lovers, &c.—and was a second time stopp'd at the gate—not by the ass—but by the person who struck him; and who, by that time, had taken possession (as is not uncommon after a defeat) of the very spot of ground where the ass stood.
It was a commissary sent to me from the post-office, with a rescript in his hand for the payment of some six livres odd sous.
Upon what account? said I.—'Tis upon the part of the king, replied the ​commissary, heaving up both his shoulders———
———My good friend, quoth I—as sure as I am I—and you are you———
———And who are you? said he.— ———Don't puzzle me; said I.
CHAP. XXXV.
———But it is an indubitable verity, continued I, addressing myself to the commissary, changing only the form of my asseveration———that I owe the king of France nothing but my good-will; for he is a very honest man, and I wish him all health and pastime in the world———
Pardonnez moi—replied the commissary, you are indebted to him six livres ​four sous, for the next post from hence to St. Fons, in your rout to Avignion—which being a post royal, you pay double for the horses and postillion—otherwise 'twould have amounted to no more than three livres, two sous———
———But I don't go by land; said I.
———You may if you please; replied the commissary———
Your most obedient servant—said I, making him a low bow———
The commissary, with all the sincerity of grave good breeding—made me one, as low again.———I never was more disconcerted with a bow in my life.
———The devil take the serious character of these people! quoth I—(aside) ​they understand no more of irony than this———
The comparison was standing close by with his panniers—but something seal'd up my lips—I could not pronounce the name—
Sir, said I, collecting myself—it is not my intention to take post———
—But you may—said he, persisting in his first reply—you may take post if you chuse———
—And I may take salt to my pickled herring, said I, if I chuse———
—But I do not chuse—
—But you must pay for it, whether you do or no———
Aye! for the salt; said I (I know)———
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 37

CHAP. XXXVII.
Though I was sensible I had said as many clever things to the commissary as came to six livres four sous, yet I was determined to note down the imposition amongst my remarks before I ​retir'd from the place; so putting my hand into my coat pocket for my remarks—(which by the bye, may be a caution to travellers to take a little more care of their remarks for the future) "my remarks were stolen"—Never did sorry traveller make such a pother and racket about his remarks as I did about mine, upon the occasion.
Heaven! earth! sea! fire! cried I, calling in every thing to my aid but what I should—My remarks are stolen!—what shall I do?—Mr. commissary! pray did I drop any remarks as I stood besides you?———
You dropp'd a good many very singular ones; replied he—Pugh! said I, those were but a few, not worth above six livres two sous—but these are a large ​parcel—He shook his head—Monsieur Le Blanc! Madam Le Blanc! did you see any papers of mine?—you maid of the house! run up stairs—François! run up after her———
—I must have my remarks—they were the best remarks, cried I, that ever were made—the wisest—the wittiest—What shall I do?—which way shall I turn myself?
Sancho Pança, when he lost his ass's furniture, did not exclaim more bitterly.
# The Nemesis of Suns

1912.
Lo, what are these, the gyres of sun and world,  Fulfilled with daylight by each toiling sun—  Lo, what are these but webs of radiance spun Beneath the roof of Night, and torn or furled By Night at will? All opposite powers upwhirled  Are less than chaff to this imperious one—  As wind-tossed chaff, until its sport be done, Scattered, and lifted up, and downward hurled.
All gyres are held within the path unspanned  Of Night's aeonian compass—loosely pent  As with the embrace of lethal-tightening  weight; All suns are grasped within the hollow hand  Of Night, the godhead sole, omnipotent,  Whose other names are Nemesis and Fate.
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# The Neptune

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United States Supreme Court
16 U.S. 601
The Neptune
APPEAL from the district court of Louisiana.
This cause was argued by Mr. D. B. Ogden, and Mr. C. J. Ingersoll, for the appellants and claimants, and by the Attorney General, for the United States.
Mr. Justice DUVALL delivered the opinion of the court.

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# The Nereide

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14 U.S. 171
The Nereide

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# The Nereide Bennett Master

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13 U.S. 388
The Nereide Bennett Master

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# The Nervous System of the Metropolis

Serialized article, as published in Once a Week.
* Part 1
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# The Man With the Mole

Extracted from Detective magazine, vol. 19, December 10 1918, pp. 3-40
The Man with the Mole
by J. Allan Dunn.
Author of “The Shred of Serge," “The Malay Creese,” “Treasure for Treasure,” etc.
CHAPTER
* Forgery
* Flight
* Baldy Brown
* The Duke Meets the Gang
* The Family Vault
* Skeletons and Jewels
* Temptation
* The End of Baldy
* Jim Farrell
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# The New Europe/Volume 6/Number 69/The Austrian Germans and Bohemia

The Austrian Germans and Bohemia.
In No. 67 we quoted at some length from Herr Austerlitz’s striking article on the Austrian Germans and their hopelessly local and bourgeois outlook. The Socialist editor’s views find confirmation in the following extract from the Prager Tagblatt (23 December), the organ of the German Jewish Radicals of Bohemia, which incidentally bears hostile witness (to those who are reluctant to face patent facts) as to the unanimity of Czech national feeling.
“The sad fact must be admitted that the German progressive parties have lost contact with the German people (in Austria). Each group coquettes with another company of irresponsible and discontented persons, but none thinks of the broad masses of the people on which alone a strong German policy can be built up. Among the Slavs, whether it be a question of the Czechs, Poles, Southern Slavs, or Ukrainians, the whole nation is rallied round and pledged to a definite idea, a programme, however bizarre it may be. For Czech policy there is in Vienna no difference between workmen and agrarians, between protectionists and freetraders; no, they have become a unified national mass, which has set its whole thought and effort upon the attainment of a definite aim. Every parliamentary action is considered, adopted or abandoned, solely with a view to a nearer approach to this aim. On the German side national policy, though so strongly emphasised, has never been able to overcome the “Regionalism” of the Sudetian [Bohemia, Moravia] and the Alpine Germans.”
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