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# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Fessenden, William Pitt

Edition of 1920. See also William P. Fessenden on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
FESSENDEN, William Pitt, American statesman: b. Boscawen, N. H., 16 Oct. 1806; d. Portland, Me., 8 Sept. 1869. He was graduated at Bowdoin College in 1823 and admitted to the bar in 1827. He entered politics and soon acquired a national reputation as a lawyer and a Whig. He was elected to the United States Senate in 1854, and a week after he took his seat made a speech against the Kansas-Nebraska Bill which placed him in the front rank of senatorial orators. During the Civil War he was conspicuous for his efforts to sustain the national credit. He was made Secretary of the Treasury in 1864, and having placed it on a firm basis, resigned in 1865 to return to his seat in the Senate.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Fessler, Ignaz Aurelius

Edition of 1920. See also Ignaz Aurelius Fessler on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
FESSLER, fĕs'lėr, Ignaz Aurelius, Hungarian historian: b. Czurendorf, 18 May 1756; d. 15 Dec. 1839. He joined the Capuchin order in 1773 and six years later was ordained to the priesthood. In 1784 he sent a letter to Joseph II in which he suggested methods for bettering the education of the clergy and calling attention to irregularities in the monasteries. An investigation followed and Fessler found he had made many enemies. In that year he became professor of Oriental languages and hermeneutics in Lemberg. His tragedy ‘Sidney,’ published in 1788, raised another storm and Fessler fled to Silesia. He was converted to Lutheranism in 1791 and five years later removed to Berlin where he joined the Masonic order and founded a humanitarian society. He held a government post for a time but lost it in 1806 and spent three lean years until summoned to Saint Petersburg in 1809 by Alexander I, who made him court councillor and professor of Oriental languages at the Alexander-Nevski Academy. After many other changes he finally became chief superintendent of the Lutheran communities of Saint Petersburg. He was the author of many works of which his ‘History of Hungary’ is still of value. Consult his ‘Rückblick auf meine Liebzigjährige Pilgerschaft’ (2d ed., Leipzig 1851).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Fersen, Hans Axel, Count von

Edition of 1920. See also Axel von Fersen the Younger on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
FERSEN, Hans Axel, Count von, Swedish military officer and diplomat: b. Stockholm, Sweden, 4 Sept. 1755; d. there, 20 June 1810. He came to America in 1780 on the staff of Rochambeau; fought under Lafayette and received from Washington the Order of the Society of the Cincinnati. Later he returned to Paris where he had already been stationed in 1778-80; he became a favorite at court, and was the disguised coachman at the flight of the royal family from Versailles during the Revolution. He was deeply devoted to Queen Marie Antoinette and made a number of unsuccessful attempts to save her. His relations with her have been the subject of a number of books. He returned to Sweden, where he was received with honor, and in 1801 was made grand marshal of that country. He was entrusted with a number of important diplomatic missions. On suspicion of complicity in the death of Prince Christian of Sweden he was seized by a mob while marshaling the funeral procession, and beaten to death. After his brutal assassination his entire innocence was clearly established. Consult Carnegy, M., ‘A Queen's Knight; the Life of Count Axel de Fersen’ (London 1912); Fersen, Comte J. A. de, ‘The French Army in the Revolutionary War’ (in Magazine of American History, Vol. XXV, pp. 55 and 156, New York 1891); Gaulot, P., ‘Un Ami de la Reine’ (Paris 1894; translated into English as ‘A Friend of the Queen’ by C. Hoey, 2 vols., London 1894); Granath, W., ‘Fersenska Mordet. Historisk Roman’ (Stockholm 1904); Hansson, O, ‘L'Assassinat de Fersen’ (in Revue d'Histoire Diplomatique, Vol. XXV, p. 195, Paris 1911); Heidenstam, O. G. de, ‘Marie-Antoinette, Fersen et Barnave; leur Correspondance’ (Paris 1913); Klinckowström, R. M. de, ed., ‘Le Comte de Fersen et la Cour de France’ (2 vols., Paris 1878); O'Connor, T. P. ‘Some Old Love Stories’ (London 1895).
# The Farmer and the Fox

Perry index 283
* "The Farmer and the Fox", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Farmer and the Fox", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# The Farmer and the Snake

Perry index 51; Not to be confused with The Farmer and the Viper or The Snake and the Farmer
* "A Countryman and a Snake", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Laborer and the Snake", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Man and the Serpent", translated by Joseph Jacobs, edited by Joseph Jacobs, illustrated by Richard Heighway, in The Fables of Æsop (1894)
* "The Labourer and the Snake", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# The Farmer and the Stork

Perry index 194
* "Of the Labourer and of the Pyelarge", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "A Husbandman and a Stork", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Farmer and the Stork", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Farmer and the Stork", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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 Farmer and the Viper

Perry index 176; Not to be confused with The Farmer and the Snake or The Snake and the Farmer
* "Of the Man and of the Serpent", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "A Countryman and a Snake", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Farmer and the Snake", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Farmer and the Viper", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)

## Derivative Works

* Egotism; or, The Bosom-Serpent by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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# The Farmingdale Post

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# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/Barbarossa

FRIEDRICH RÜCKERT
BARBAROSSA (Between 1814 and 1817)
HE ancient Barbarossa, Friedrich, the Kaiser great, Within the castle-cavern Sits in enchanted state.
He did not die; but ever Waits in the chamber deep, Where hidden under the castle He sat himself to sleep.
The splendor of the Empire He took with him away, And back to earth will bring it When dawns the promised day.
The chair is ivory purest Whereof he makes his bed; The table is of marble Whereon he props his head.
His beard, not flax, but burning With fierce and fiery glow, Eight through the marble table Beneath his chair does grow.
He nods in dreams and winketh With dull, half-open eyes, And once a page he beckons— A page that standeth by.
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FRIEDRICH RÜCKERT
He bids the boy in slumber:
"O dwarf, go up this hour,
And see if still the ravens
Are flying round the tower;
And if the ancient ravens
Still wheel above us here.
Then must I sleep enchanted
For many a hundred year."
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/Lützow's Wild Band

LÜTZOW'S WILD BAND (1813)
What gleams through the woods in the morning sun? Hear it nearer and nearer draw! It winds in and out in columns dun, And the trumpet-notes on the roused winds run, And they startle the soul with awe. Should you of the comrades black demand— That is Lützow's wild and untamèd band.
What passes swift through the darksome glade, And roves o'er the mountains all?
THEODOR KÖRNER
​It crouches in nightly ambuscade; The hurrah breaks round the foe dismayed, And the Frankish sergeants fall. Should you of the rangers black demand— That is Lützow's wild and audacious band.
Where the vineyards flourish, there roars the Rhine; There the tyrant thought him secure; Then by thunder-crash and lightning-shine In the waters plunges the fighting line; Of the hostile bank makes sure. Should you of the swimmers black demand— That is Lützow's wild and foolhardy band.
There down in the valley what clamorous fight! What clangor of bloody swords! Fierce-hearted horsemen wage the fight, And the spark of freedom's at last alight, Flaming red the heavens towards. Should you of the horsemen black demand— That is Lützow's wild and intrepid band.
Who with death-rattle there bid the day farewell 'Mid the moans of prostrate foes? Of the hand of death the drawn features tell, Yet the dauntless hearts triumphant swell, For his Fatherland's safe each knows! Should you of the black-clad fallen demand— That is Lützow's wild and invincible band.
The wild, fierce band and the Teuton band, For all tyrants' blood athirst!— So you who would mourn us, be not unmanned; For the morning dawns, and we freed our land, Though to free it we won death first! Then tell, at your grandsons' rapt demand: That was Lützow's wild and unconquered band!
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/The Mountaineer

"Der Berggesell" ('The Mountaineer'), collected by Arnim and Brentano in Des Knaben Wunderhorn volume 3 (1808)
THE MOUNTAINEER
Oh, would I were a falcon wild, I should spread my wings and soar; Then I should come a-swooping down By a wealthy burgher's door.
In his house there dwells a maiden, She is called fair Magdalene, And a fairer brown-eyed damsel All my days I have not seen.
​On a Monday morning early, Monday morning, they relate, Magdalene was seen a-walking Through the city's northern gate.
Then the maidens said: "Thy pardon— Magdalene, where wouldst thou go! " "Oh, into my father's garden, Where I went the night, you know."
And when she to the garden came. And straight into the garden ran. There lay beneath the linden-tree Asleep, a young and comely man.
"Wake up, young man, be stirring, Oh rise, for time is dear, I hear the keys a-rattling. And mother will be here."
"Hearst thou her keys a-rattling. And thy mother must be nigh. Then o'er the heath this minute Oh come with me, and fly!"
And as they wandered o'er the heath. There for these twain was spread, A shady linden-tree beneath, A silken bridal-bed.
And three half hours together, They lay upon the bed. "Turn round, turn round, brown maiden; Give me thy lips so red!"
"Thou sayst so much of turning round, But naught of wedded troth, I fear me I have slept away My faith and honor both."
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Thy faith and honor too, I say I'll wed thee yet, my dear, So thou shalt never rue."
Who was it sang this little lay, And sang it o 'er with cheer? On St. Annenberg by the town, It was the mountaineer.
He sang it there right gaily, Drank mead and cool red wine, Beside him sat and listened Three dainty damsels fine.
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/The Sentinel

THE SENTINEL (1827)
Lonely at night my watch I keep,
While all the world is hush'd in sleep.
Then tow'rd my home my thoughts will rove;
I think upon my distant love.
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WILHELM HAUFF
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THE SENTINEL
​When to the wars I march'd away, My hat she deck'd with ribbons gay; She fondly press'd me to her heart, And wept to think that we must part.
Truly she loves me, I am sure, So ev'ry hardship I endure; My heart beats warm, though cold's the night; Her image makes the darkness bright.
Now by the twinkling taper's gleam, Her bed she seeks, of me to dream, But ere she sleeps she kneels to pray For one who loves her far away.
For me those tears thou needst not shed; No danger fills my heart with dread; The pow'rs who dwell in heav'n above Are ever watchful o'er thy love.
The bell peals forth from yon watch-tower; The guard it changes at this hour. Sleep well! sleep well! my heart's with thee; And in your dreams remember me.
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/The Swiss Deserter

"Der Schweizer" ('The Swiss'), collected by Arnim and Brentano in Des Knaben Wunderhorn volume 1 (1805)
THE SWISS DESERTER
At Strassburg in the fort All woe began for me: The Alpine bugle's call enticed me o'er, I had to swim to my dear country's shore; That should not be.
One hour 'twas in the night, They took me in my plight, And led me straightway to the captain's door. God, they caught me in the stream—what more? Now all is o'er.
Tomorrow morn at ten The regiment I'll have to face; They'll lead me there to beg for grace. I'll have my just reward, I know. It must be so.
Ye brothers, all ye men. Ye'll never see me here again; The shepherd boy, I say, began it all, And I accuse the Alpine bugle-call Of this my fall.
I pray ye, brothers three. Come on and shoot at me; Fear not my tender life to hurt. Shoot on and let the red blood spurt— Come on, I say!
Lord of heaven, on high! Take my poor erring soul Unto its heavenly goal; There let it stay forever— Forget me never!
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/Men and Knaves

THEODOR KÖRNER
MEN AND KNAVES (1813)
HE storm is out; the land is roused;
Where is the coward who sits well-housed? Fie, on thee, boy, disguised in curls, Behind the stove, 'mong gluttons and girls! A graceless, worthless wight thou must be; No German maid desires thee, No German song inspires thee. No German Rhine-wine fires thee. Forth in the van, Man by man, Swing the battle-sword who can!
When we stand watching, the livelong night, Through piping storms, till morning light, Thou to thy downy bed canst creep, And there in dreams of rapture sleep.
Chorus.
When, hoarse and shrill, the trumpet's blast, Like the thunder of God, makes our hearts beat fast, Thou in the theatre lov'st to appear, Where trills and quavers tickle the ear.
Chorus.
When the glare of noonday scorches the brain, When our parched lips seek water in vain, Thou canst make the champagne corks fly. At the groaning tables of luxury.
Chorus.
​When we, as we rush to the strangling fight, Send home to our true loves a long "Good night," Thou canst hie thee where love is sold, And buy thy pleasure with paltry gold.
Chorus.
When lance and bullet come whistling by, And death in a thousand shapes draws nigh, Thou canst sit at thy cards, and kill King, queen, and knave, with thy spadille.
Chorus.
If on the red field our bell should toll, Then welcome be death to the patriot's soul. Thy pampered flesh shall quake at its doom, And crawl in silk to a hopeless tomb. A pitiful exit thine shall be; No German maid shall weep for thee, No German song shall they sing for thee, No German goblets shall ring for thee. Forth in the van, Man for man, Swing the battle-sword who can!
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/Prayer During Battle

PRAYER DURING BATTLE (1813)
Father, I call to thee. The roaring artillery's clouds thicken round me, The hiss and the glare of the loud bolts confound me. Ruler of battles, I call on thee: Father, lead thou me!
Father, lead thou me; To victory, to death, dread Commander, guide me; The dark valley brightens when thou art beside me; Lord, as thou wilt, so lead thou me. God, I acknowledge thee.
God, I acknowledge thee; When the breeze through the dry leaves of autumn is moaning, When the thunder-storm of battle is groaning, Fount of mercy, in each I acknowledge thee. Father, bless thou me!
Father, bless thou me; I trust in thy mercy, whate 'er may befall me; 'Tis thy word that hath sent me; that word can recall me. Living or dying, bless thou me! Father, I honor thee.
Father, I honor thee; Not for earth's hoards or honors we here are contending; All that is holy our swords are defending; Then falling, and conquering, I honor thee. God, I repose in thee.
God, I repose in thee; When the thunders of death my soul are greeting, When the gashed veins bleed, and the life is fleeting, In thee, my God, I repose in thee. Father, I call on thee.
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/The Reaper

"Erndtelied" ('Harvest Song'), a Catholic hymn, collected by Arnim and Brentano in Des Knaben Wunderhorn volume 1 (1805)
THE REAPER
There is a reaper, Death his name; His might from God the highest came. Today his knife he'll whet, 'T will cut far better yet; Soon he will come and mow, And we must bear the woe— Beware, fair flower!
​The flowers fresh and green today, Tomorrow will be mowed away: Narcissus so white, The meadows' delight. The hyacinthias pale And morning-glories frail— Beware, fair flower!
Full many thousand blossoms blithe Must fall beneath his deadly scythe: Roses and lilies pure, Your end is all too sure! Imperial lilies rare He will not spare— Beware, fair flower!
The bluet wee, of heaven's hue, The tulips white and yellow too, The dainty silver bell, The golden phlox as well— All sink upon the earth. Oh, what a sorry dearth! Beware, fair flower!
Sweet lavender of lovely scent. And rosemary, dear ornament. Sword-lilies proud, unfurled. And basil, quaintly curled. And fragile violet blue— He soon will seize you too! Beware, fair flower!
Death, I defy thee! Hasten near With one great sweep—I have no fear! Though hurt, I'll stay undaunted, For I shall be transplanted Into the garden by heaven's gate. The heavenly garden we all await. Rejoice, fair flower!
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/As Many as Sand-grains in the Sea

"Wie oft Gott zu danken sey?" ('How Often Should God Be Thanked?'), collected by Arnim and Brentano in Des Knaben Wunderhorn volume 3 (1808)
As many as sand-grains in the sea, As many as stars in heaven be, As many as beasts that dwell in fields, As many as pence which money yields, As much as blood in veins will flow, As much as heat in fire will glow, As much as leaves in woods are seen And little grasses in the green, As many as thorns that prick on hedges, As grains of wheat that harvest pledges, As much as clover in meadows fair, As dust a-flying in the air, As many as fish in streams are found, And shells upon the ocean's ground, And drops that in the sea must go, As many as flakes that shine in snow— As much, as manifold as life abounds both far and nigh, So much, so many times, for e'er, oh thank the Lord on high!
# The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries/Volume 5/Cavalryman's Morning Song

WILHELM HAUFF
CAVALRYMAN'S MORNING SONG (1826)
RIMSON morn,
Shalt thou light me o'er Death's bourn?
Soon will ring the trumpet's call;
Then may I be marked to fall,
I and many a comrade brave!
Scarce enjoyed,
Pleasure drops into the void.
Yesterday on champing stallion ;
Picked today for Death's battalion ;
Couched tomorrow in the grave!
Ah! how soon
Fleeth grace and beauty's noon!
Hast thou pride in cheeks aglow,
Whereon cream and carmine flow?
Ah! the loveliest rose turns sere!
Therefore still
I respond to God's high will.
To the last stern fight I'll fit me;
If to Death I must submit me,
Dies a dauntless cavalier!
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Miguel, Maria Evaristo

Edition of 1920. See also Miguel I of Portugal on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
MIGUEL, mē-gĕl', Dom Maria Evaristo, Portuguese pretender, son of John VI of Portugal: b. Lisbon, 26 Oct. 1802; d. Castle Bronnbach, Baden, 14 Nov. 1866. He was brought up in Brazil, and upon the accession of his father repeatedly raised rebellion as head of the Absolutists. In 1826 after his father's death he was made regent, but proclaimed himself king, attempted to keep Maria de Gloria, the real heir to the throne, who had been offered to him in marriage, out of the kingdom, and was successful until Dom Pedro of Brazil came to the aid of his daughter Maria, defeated Miguel and forced him to leave Portugal. Miguel is usually described by the
faction hostile to him as ignorant, vicious and drunken, but his coreligionists make him a model prince.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Meyer, Kuno

Edition of 1920. See also Kuno Meyer on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
MEYER, Kuno, German Celtic scholar: b. Hamburg, 20 Dec. 1858. He was educated at the Gelehrtenschule of the Johanneum, Hamburg, and at the University of Leipzig. In 1884-95 he was lecturer, and in 1895-1915, professor of Teutonic languages at University College, Liverpool; and from 1911 he was professor of Celtic at the University of Berlin. He founded the Zeitschrift für Celtische Philologie in 1895, and with Whitley Stokes founded the Archiv für Celtische Lexikographie in 1898. He founded the School of Irish Learning at Dublin in 1903. He is a member of the Royal Prussian Academy. His pro-German sympathies brought him into disfavor in England and Ireland after the outbreak of the European War. Author of ‘Eine irische Version der Alexandersage’ (1883); ‘The Irish Odyssey’ (1885); ‘The Vision of MacConglinne’ (1892); ‘Early Relations of the Brython and Gael’ (1896); ‘Liadain and Curithir’ (1902); ‘Ancient Irish Poetry’ (1911), etc.