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# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1844

​ CATTLEY.
PERCEVAL.
CROOME.
SAMSON.
ATWOOD.
HAGGARD.
HANNAM.
ROBINSON.
RUGG.
ANDREW.
CLAY.
STEVENS.
FISHER.
TANNER.
VENABLES.
HENNIKER.
TALLEY.
HILLIARD.
RANDOLPH.
PILKINGTON.
CURRIE.
GIBBS.
CHURCH.
CHURCH.
PERCEVAL.
YOUNG.
SULLIVAN.
MASFEN.
LEWIS.
ANDERSON.
BIRCH.
BIRCH.
SAUNDERS.
CONOLLY.
MORGAN.
BEDFORD.
BARNES.
BARNES.
BOYD.
CHAPMAN.
LEGGE.
PERCEVAL.
MILLIGAN.
HANSON.
WATTS.
HILLS.
BELLI.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1848

​ WALFORD.
TAYLOR.
KITCHEN.
SEWELL.
CHAPMAN.
HAGGARD.
WITT.
WEBB.
ANDERSON.
FISHER.
KEANE.
SLADE.
LACY.
FORSTER.
CURREY.
BRUTTON.
STOPFORD.
ANDERSON.
SADLER.
COBBOLD.
SHACKELL.
PARISH.
NEWTON.
VIGNE.
SAUNDERS.
BARNES.
SYKES.
BLORE.
RAE.
WHITEHEAD.
WADE.
HUNTER.
FAUSSETT.
AMOS.
MALKIN.
DEANE.
SOLLY.
CLARKE.
OSBORN.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1852

​ LINDSAY.
READ.
CHAMPNEYS.
LEESON.
O'GRADY.
CARPENTER.
KING.
GIRDLESTONE.
CODDINGTON.
BLACKWOOD.
BABINGTON.
BABINGTON.
KNYVETT.
MAYHEW.
TILDEN.
BARROW.
BABINGTON.
STREATFEILD.
PECK.
BORRETT.
NUGENT.
TEULON.
VAN CORTLANDT.
JACKSON.
BURNETT.
THOMPSON.
HAWORTH.
MARRYAT.
BURNETT.
EVANS.
EVANS.
SPYERS.
LENNOX.
COXE.
CLAY.
WALSH.
JACKSON.
SOMERSET.
WADDELL.
PEARSON.
CARTER.
GRAY.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1845

​ CRESSWELL.
CRESSWELL.
CODRINGTON.
BEASLEY.
CLEMENTS.
NOWELL.
LAFOREST.
UPTON.
HUDSON.
SULLIVAN.
BARROW.
MOORE.
CORBETT.
BAYLIFF.
ALLEN.
LEGGE.
DANIEL.
GIBBS.
MORGAN.
PERCEVAL.
RYDER.
WEST.
HALE.
RICHMOND.
NEATE.
BALLANCE.
WALKER.
PEARSON.
COLLINS.
HAWKER.
DUNDAS.
RHODES.
DAMER.
BONNER.
HALCOMBE.
BUTLER.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1849

​ DICKEN.
VENABLES.
PALLISER.
STEPHENSON.
CLIFTON.
TUDOR.
CLARKE.
TUDOR.
WITT.
HOOPER.
ARMITSTEAD.
PARNELL.
MERRIMAN.
BRADFORD.
PEILE.
HENNIKER.
TUDOR.
SHACKELL.
JOSSELYN.
TEULON.
BRODIE.
GREY.
BRATHWAITE.
NEWMARCH.
WEST.
MARSLAND.
MARSLAND.
HOBART.
TALBOT.
JOHNSTON.
WRIGHT.
NOTT.
PILKINGTON.
EVANS.
GORDON.
HAWORTH.
PALLISER.
IEVERS.
GORDON.
HUNT.
NUGENT.
# Masterpieces of the Sea

WILLIAM T. RICHARDS
MASTERPIECES OF THE SEA
WILLIAM T. RICHARDS IN HIS STUDIO AT "GRAY CLIFF" (ABOUT 1895)
PAINTED BY ANNA M. RICHARDS, HIS DAUGHTER, NOW MRS. W. T. BREWSTER
THE MARINE VIEW ON THE EASEL WAS PAINTED IN THIS PICTURE BY MR. RICHARDS HIMSELF
MASTERPIECES OF THE SEA
WILLIAM T. RICHARDS
A BRIEF OUTLINE OF HIS LIFE AND ART
BY
HARRISON S. MORRIS
UNITED STATES COMMISSIONER GENERAL TO THE ROMAN ART EXPOSITION OF 1911, ETC., ETC.
PHILADELPHIA AND LONDON J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY 1912
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
PUBLISHED OCTOBER, 1912
PRINTED BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY AT THE WASHINGTON SQUARE PRESS PHILADELPHIA, U. S. A.
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
ILLUSTRATIONS
| | PAGE |
| William T. Richards in His Studio at "Gray Cliff" (about 1895) | Frontispiece |
| "Where Tumbling Billows Mark the Coast with Surging Foam" | 8 |
| Storm at Point Judith, R.I. | 10 |
| Guernsey Cliffs, Channel Islands | 12 |
| Tantallon Castle, near Berwick, Scotland | 16 |
| Breakers | 20 |
| Mid-Ocean | 22 |
| William T. Richards | 26 |
| Mrs. William T. Richards (Anna Matlack Richards) | 26 |
| February | 30 |
| Breakers near The Dumplings, Conanicut, R. I. | 36 |
| A Reef near Newport, R. I. | 36 |
| Cathedral Rocks, Achill Island, West Coast of Ireland | 40 |
| Breakers at Beaver Tail, Conanicut Island, R. I. | 44 |
| Sachuest Beach, Newport, R.I. | 50 |
| "When the Flowing Tide Comes In" | 50 |
| The Yellow Carn, Kynance Cove, Cornwall, Wales | 54 |
| On the Coast of New Jersey | 58 |
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# Masters of Space

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First published in If in November 1961 and January 1962.
MASTERS OF SPACE
By EDWARD E. SMITH & E. EVERETT EVANS
Illustrated by BERRY
The Masters had ruled all space with an unconquerable iron fist. But the Masters were gone. And this new, young race who came now to take their place—could they hope to defeat the ancient Enemy of All?
Contents
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* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Epilogue
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# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 118

MARIA to MISS RUXTON.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, Jan. 1, 1820.
Have you seen a life of Madame de Staël by that Madame Neckar de Saussure, of whom Madame de Staël said, when some one asked, "What sort of woman is she?" "Elle a tous les talents qu'on me suppose, et toutes les vertus qui me manquent." Is not that touching and beautiful?
Jan. 14.
Poor Kitty Billamore breathed her last this morning at one o'clock. A more faithful, warm-hearted, excellent creature never existed. How many successions of children of this family she has nursed, and how many she has attended in illness and death, regardless of her own health! I am glad that sweet, dear little feeling Francis, her darling, was spared being here at her death. Harriet, who, next to him, had always been a great favourite, was with her to the last. All the poor people loved her, and will long feel her loss. Lovell intends that she should be buried in the family vault, as she deserves, for she was more a friend than a servant, and he will attend her funeral himself. *** Having finished the memoirs of her father's life, and settled that they should be published at Easter, Maria determined to indulge herself in what she had long projected—a visit to Paris with two of her young sisters, Fanny and Harriet. They set out on the 3rd of April.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Francis and Harriet, children of the fourth Mrs. Edgeworth.
* ↑ Lovell, only surviving child of the second Mrs. Edgeworth (Honora Sneyd), who had succeeded to the property.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 119

MARIA to MISS LUCY EDGEWORTH.
DUBLIN, April 10, 1820.
In my letter to my mother of the 8th I forgot—no, I had not time to say that we had a restive mare at Dunshaughlin, who paid me for all I ever wrote about Irish posting, and put me in the most horrible and reasonable apprehension that she would have broken my aunt's carriage to pieces against the corner of a wall. The crowd of people that assembled, the shouts, the "never fears," the scolding of the landlord and postillions, and the group surveying the scene, was beyond anything I could or can paint. The stage coach drove to the door in the midst of it, and ladies and bandboxes stopped, and all stood to gaze.
There was also a professional fool in his ass cart with two dogs, one a white little curly dog, who sat upon the ass's head behind his ears, and another a black shaggy mongrel, with longish ears, who sat up in a begging attitude on the hinder part of the ass, and whom the fool-knave had been tutoring with a broken crutch, as he sat in his covered cart. Fanny made a drawing of him, and he and his dogs sat for a fivepenny, which I honestly gave him for his and his dogs' tricks. *** Steamboats had only begun to ply between Dublin and Holyhead in 1819, and Maria Edgeworth's first experience of a steamboat was in crossing now to Holyhead. She disliked the jigging motion, which she said was like the shake felt in a carriage when a pig is scratching himself against the hind wheel while waiting at an Irish inn door.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 117

To MISS RUXTON.
Oct. 14.
We have been much interested in the life and letters of that most excellent, amiable, and unpretending Lady Russell. There are touches in these letters which paint domestic happiness, and the character of a mother and a wife with beautiful simplicity. I even like Miss Berry much the better for the manner in which she has edited this book.
Nov 5.
Have you the fourth number of Modern Voyages and Travels which contains Chateauvieux's travels in Italy? I have been so much delighted with it, and feel so sure of its transporting my aunt, that I had hardly read the last words before I was going to pack it off post-haste to Black Castle, but Prudence, in the shape of Honora, in a lilac tabinet gown, whispered, "Better wait till you hear whether they have read it."
Have I mentioned to you Bassompierre's Memoirs? a new edition, with notes by Croker, which make the pegs on which they hang gay and valuable. What an extraordinary collection of strange facts and strange thoughts are dragged together in the Quarterly Review of the Cemeteries and Catacombs of Paris; the Jewish House of the Living; the excommunicated skeletons coming into the church to parley with the Bishop; and the Parisian sentimentalist in the country who sent for barrels of ink from Paris to put his trees in mourning for the death of his mother; and the fountain, called the weeping eye, for the death of his wife, by the Dane. I hope, my dear friends, that you have been reading these things, and that they have struck you as they did me; there are few things pleasanter than these "jumping thoughts."
Now that I have a little time, and eyes to read again, I find it delightful, and I have a voracious appetite, and a relish for food, good, bad, and indifferent, I am afraid, like a half-famished, shipwrecked wretch.
28th.
Such a scene of lying and counter-lying as we have had with the cook and her accuser, the kitchen-maid! The cook was dismissed on the spot. One expression of Peggy Tuite's I must tell you—with her indignant figure of truth defending herself against falsehood—when Rose, the vile public accuser, said, in part of her speech, recollecting from Peggy Tuite's dress, who came clean from chapel, that it was Sunday, "And it's two masses I have lost by you already!" to which Peggy replied, "Oh, Rose, the mass is in the heart, not in the chapel! only speak the truth." *** Miss Edgeworth's steadiness in resting her eyes, neither reading nor writing for nearly two years, was rewarded by their complete recovery; and she was able to read, write, and work with ease and comfort all the rest of her life.
This autumn of 1819 she was made happy by the return of the two Miss Sneyds from England to Edgeworthstown, where with short intervals, they continued to reside as long as they lived.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Lady Rachel Wriothesley, second daughter of Thomas Earl of Southampton, who married (1) Francis Lord Vaughan; (2) William Lord Russell, the patriot, beheaded July 21, 1683.
* ↑ Sisters of her two former stepmothers, the second and third wives of Mr. R. L. Edgeworth.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 12

To MRS. RUXTON.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, May 8, 1794.
My father is perfectly well, and very busy out of doors and indoors. He brought back certain books from Black Castle, amongst which I was glad to see the Fairy Tales; and he has related, with various embellishments suited to the occasion, the story of Fortunatus, to the great delight of young and old, especially of Sneyd, whose eyes and cheeks expressed strong approbation, and who repeated it afterwards in a style of dramatic oratory, which you would have known how to admire.
We are reading a new book for children, Evenings at Home, which we admire extremely. Has Sophy seen them? And has she seen the fine Aurora Borealis which was to be seen last week, and which my father and Lovell saw with ecstasies? The candles were all put out in the library, and a wonderful bustle made, before I rightly comprehended what was going on.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, 1794.
I will look for the volume of the Tableau de Paris which you think I have; and if it is in the land of the living, it shall be coming forth at your call. Do you remember our reading in it of the garçon perruquier who dresses in black on a Sunday, and leaves his everyday clothes, white and heavy with powder, in the middle of the room, which he dares not peep into after his metamorphosis? I like to read as well as to talk with you, my dear aunt, because you mix the grave and gay together, and put your long finger upon the very passages which my short, stumpy one was just starting forward to point out, if it could point.
You are very good indeed to wish for "Toys and Tasks," but I think it would be most unreasonable to send them to you now. We are a very small party, now that my father, Anna, and Lovell are gone; but I hope we shall be better when you come.
# Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth/Volume 1/Letter 120

MARIA to MISS HONORA EDGEWORTH.
MRS. WATT'S, HEATHFIELD,
April 1820.
I was much surprised at finding that the postillion who drove us from Wolverhampton could neither tell himself, nor learn from any one up the road, along the heath, at the turnpike, or even in the very suburbs of Birmingham, the way to Mr. Watt's! I was as much surprised as we were at Paris in searching for Madame de Genlis; so we went to Mr. Moilliet's, and stowed ourselves next day into their travelling landau, as large as our own old, old delightful coach, and came here.
Oh, my dear Honora, how melancholy to see places the same—persons, and such persons gone! Mrs. Watt, in deep mourning, coming forward to meet us alone in that gay trellice, the same books on his table, his picture, his bust, his image everywhere, himself nowhere upon this earth. Mrs. Watt has, in that poor little shattered frame, a prodigiously strong mind; indeed she could not have been so loved by such a man for such a length of time if she had not superior qualities. She was more kind than I can express, receiving Fanny and Harriet as if they had been of her own family.
In the morning I fell to penning this letter, as we were engaged to breakfast at Mr. James Watt's, at Aston Hall. You remember the fine old brick palace? Mr. Watt has fitted up half of it so as to make it superbly comfortable: fine hall, breakfast room, Flemish pictures, Boulton and Watt at either end. After breakfast, at which was Mr. Priestly, an American, son of Dr. Priestly, we went over all the habitable and uninhabitable parts of the house: the banqueting room, with a most costly, frightful ceiling, and a chimneypiece carved up to the cornice with monsters, one with a nose covered with scales, one with human face on a tarantula's body. Varieties of little staircases, and a garret gallery called Dick's haunted gallery; a blocked-up room called the King's room; then a modern dressing-room, with fine tables of Bullock's making, one of wood from Brazil—Zebra wood—and no more to be had of it for love or money.
But come on to the great gallery, longer than that at Sudbury,—about one hundred and thirty-six feet long,—and at the farthest end we came to a sort of oriel, separated from the gallery only by an arch, and there the white marble bust of the great Mr. Watt struck me almost breathless. What everybody went on saying I do not know, but my own thoughts, as I looked down the closing lines of this superb gallery, now in a half-ruined state, were very melancholy, on life and death, family pride, and the pride of wealth, and the pride of genius, all so perishable.
# Mears v. Hocker

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United States Supreme Court
400 U.S. 858
Mears v. Hocker

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# Mears v. Hocker/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
400 U.S. 858
Mears v. Hocker
Motion for leave to file petition for rehearing denied.
Mr. Justice MARSHALL and Mr. Justice BLACKMUN took no part in the consideration or decision of this motion.

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# Meanwhile

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* Meanwhile (1916), a collection of letters by Arthur Christopher Benson
* Meanwhile (1927), a novel by Frank Cyril Davison (as Pierre Coalfleet)
* Meanwhile (1927), a novel by H. G. Wells
# Measure for Measure

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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1801

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXIV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1801. — December 21, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Epping Forest. By Alfred Russell Wallace, | Fortnightly Review, | 707 |
| II. | Within the Precincts. By Mrs. Oliphant. Part XIX., | Advance Sheets, | 717 |
| III. | Among the Burmese. Part V., | Fraser's Magazine, | 734 |
| IV. | Racine and his Works. By the author of "Mirabeau," etc., | Temple Bar, | 740 |
| V. | A New Method of Social Evolution, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 750 |
| VI. | The Undefinable in Art, | Cornhill Magazine, | 760 |
POETRY. :
| Aberglaube, | 706 | Stanzas, | 706 |
| Olden Times and Present, | 706 | |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1801/Olden Times and Present

* OLDEN TIMES AND PRESENT.
* Ancient days of chivalry,
* Tournament and falconry;
* Ladies fair and barons bold;
* Thrilling days, those days of old.
* Battled towers and moated steeps,
* Turret walls and donjon keeps,
* Drawbridge closed and warder grave,
* Retainers numerous and brave.
* Mailed sentries keeping guard,
* Troubadour and minstrel bard
* Singing lays 'neath lady's bower,
* Serenades at evening hour.
* Thrilling days, those days of old,
* For ladies fair and warriors bold.
* See! a pageant passes by,
* In all the pride of chivalry;
* Armed knights on chargers gay,
* Warriors eager for the fray.
* Burnished helm and glittering lance,
* In the golden sunshine glance;
* Parting words from lady fair,
* Tress of dark or golden hair.
* Badge on arm, a woven band,
* Parting gift from her fair hand;
* The knight departs for fields of France,
* To win his fair by spear and lance.
* Gone those days of pageantry,
* Valor and knight-errantry;
* Only battle that of life;
* Race for wealth the keenest strife.
* Love and truth and honor sold,
* Bartered for the gain of gold.
* Fair ones' hearts not now are won
* By deeds of daring nobly done.
* Only battle, that of life.
* Need it be ignoble strife?
* Human hearts are battle-plains,
* Where passions rage and warfare reigns.
* Foemen ranged on either side:
* Hate and Love, Forgiveness, Pride,
* Strength and Weakness, Dread and Might;
* Direst battles those to fight.
* Greatest victors those who win
* Conquest over Self and Sin.
* Chambers' Journal.Senga.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1800/Only a Little Child

* ONLY A LITTLE CHILD.
* A Voice.
* Only a little child!
* Stone cold upon a bed!
* Is it for him you wail so wild,
* As though the very world were dead?
* Arise, arise!
* Threaten not the tranquil skies!
* Do not all things die?
* 'Tis but a faded flower!
* Dear lives exhale perpetually
* With every fleeting hour.
* Rachael forever weeps her little ones;
* Forever Rizpah mourneth her slain sons.
* Arise, arise!
* Threaten not the tranquil skies!
* Only a little child!
* Long generations pass.
* Behold them flash a moment wild
* With stormlight, a pale headlong mass
* Of foam, into unfathomable gloom!
* Worlds and shed leaves have all one doom.
* Arise, arise!
* Threaten not the tranquil skies.
* Should earth's tremendous shade
* Spare only you and yours?
* Who regardeth empires fade
* Untroubled, who impassive pours
* Human joy, a mere spilt water,
* Revels red with human slaughter!
* Arise, arise!
* Threaten not the tranquil skies.
* Another Voice.
* … Only a little child!
* He was the world to me.
* Pierced to the heart, insane, defiled,
* All holiest hope! foul mockery,
* Childhood's innocent mirth and rest.
* There is no God;
* The earth is virtue's funeral sod!
* Another Voice.
* Only a little child!
* Ah! then, who brought him here?
* Who made him loving, fair, and mild,
* And to your soul so dear?
* His lowly spirit seemed divine,
* Burning in a heavenly shrine.
* Arise, arise!
* With pardon for the tranquil skies.
* Only a little child!
* Who sleeps upon God's heart!
* Jesus blessed our undefiled,
* Whom no power avails to part
* From the life of him who died
* And liveth, whatsoe'er betide!
* Whose are eyes
* Tranquiller than starlit skies?
* Only a little child!
* For whom all things are;
* Spring and summer, winter wild,
* Sea and earth, and every star,
* Time, the void, pleasure and pain.
* Hell and heaven, loss and gain.
* Life and death are his, and he
* Rests in God's eternity.
* Arise, arise!
* Love is holy, true, and wise,
* Mirrored in the tranquil skies.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1801/Stanzas

* STANZAS.
* There is a tender hue that tips the first young leaves of spring;
* A trembling beauty in their notes when young birds learn to sing;
* A purer look when first on earth the gushing brook appears;
* A liquid depth in infant eyes that fades with summer years.
* There is a rosy tint at dawn that flies the brighter day;
* A sound of innocence and joy when children shout at play;
* A laughing breeze at dewy morn that faints with sultry noon;
* A silver veil that softest hangs around the maiden moon.
* The scent that roses fully blown about their beauty fling
* Is sweet, but cannot with the breath of early buds compare;
* So doth there bloom a gentle love in life's enchanted spring,
* That fills the breast with feelings age can never hope to share.
* Temple Bar.Cecil Maxwell Lyte.