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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 14/Number 85

Fourteenth volume, eighty-seventh number of The Atlantic Monthly. Published November 1864.
# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 14/Number 86

Fourteenth volume, eighty-sixth number of The Atlantic Monthly. Published December 1864.

### Articles and stories

* The Highland Light by Henry David Thoreau
* English Authors in Florence
* Halcyon Days
* House and Home Papers by Harriet Beecher Stowe
* On the Columbia River
* Our Last Day in Dixie

### Poems

* A Tobacconalian Ode
* On Translating the Divina Commedia by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
* The Vanishers by John Greenleaf Whittier
# The Adventures of Jimmie Dale

Dale's adventures were generally first published in serial format in the People's Magazine a year before being collected into the novels. A movie serial, Jimmie Dale, Alias the Grey Seal (movie serial) based on the stories was created in 1917.
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THE ADVENTURES
OF JIMMIE DALE
BY FRANK L. PACKARD
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THE
ADVENTURES OF
JIMMIE DALE
BY
FRANK L. PACKARD
AUTHOR OF "THE MIRACLE MAN," "GREATER LOVE
HATH NO MAN," ETC.
THE COPP, CLARK CO., LIMITED
TORONTO
page
COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1914, 1915, BY STREET & SMITH
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
PART ONE: THE MAN IN THE CASE
CHAPTER PAGE
PART TWO: THE WOMAN IN THE CASE
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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 2/Number 5/The Telegraph

Featured in Vol 2., No.5 of The Atlantic Monthly. (October 1858)
The Telegraph.
Thou lonely Bay of Trinity, Ye bosky shores untrod, Lean, breathless, to the white-lipped sea And hear the voice of God!
From world to world His couriers fly, Thought-winged and shod with fire; The angel of His stormy sky Rides down the sunken wire.
What saith the herald of the Lord?— "The world's long strife is done! Close wedded by that mystic cord, Her continents are one.
"And one in heart, as one in blood, Shall all her peoples be; The hands of human brotherhood Shall clasp beneath the sea.
"Through Orient seas, o'er Afric's plain, And Asian mountains borne, The vigor of the Northern brain Shall nerve the world outworn.
"From clime to clime, from shore to shore, Shall thrill the magic thread; The new Prometheus steals once more The fire that wakes the dead!
"Earth gray with age shall hear the strain< Which o'er her childhood rolled; For her the morning stars again Shall sing their song of old.
"For, lo! the fall of Ocean's wall, Space mocked, and Time outrun!—
And round the world, the thought of all Is as the thought of one!"
Oh, reverently and thankfully The mighty wonder own! The deaf can hear, the blind may see, The work is God's alone.
Throb on, strong pulse of thunder! beat From answering beach to beach! Fuse nations in thy kindly heat, And melt the chains of each!
Wild terror of the sky above, Glide tamed and dumb below! Bear gently, Ocean's carrier-dove, Thy errands to and fro!
Weave on, swift shuttle of the Lord, Beneath the deep so far, The bridal robe of Earth's accord, The funeral shroud of war!
The poles unite, the zones agree, The tongues of striving cease; As on the Sea of Galilee, The Christ is whispering, "Peace!"
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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 2/Number 5/Waldeinsamkeit

Featured in Vol 2., No.5 of The Atlantic Monthly.
WALDEINSAMKEIT.
I do not count the hours I spend In wandering by the sea; The forest is my loyal friend, Like God it useth me.
In plains that room for shadows make Of skirting hills to lie, Bound in by streams which give and take Their colors from the sky;
Or on the mountain-crest sublime, Or down the oaken glade, O what have I to do with time? For this the day was made.
Cities of mortals woe-begone Fantastic care derides, But in the serious landscape lone Stern benefit abides.
Sheen will tarnish, honey cloy, And merry is only a mask of sad, But, sober on a fund of joy, The woods at heart are glad.
There the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain.
Still on the seeds of all he made The rose of beauty burns; Through times that wear and forms that fade, Immortal youth returns. ​The black ducks mounting from the lake, The pigeon in the pines, The bittern's boom, a desert make Which no false art refines.
Down in yon watery nook, Where bearded mists divide, The gray old gods whom Chaos knew, The sires of Nature, hide.
Aloft, in secret veins of air, Blows the sweet breath of song, O, few to scale those uplands dare, Though they to all belong!
See thou bring not to field or stone The fancies found in books; Leave authors' eyes, and fetch your own, To brave the landscape's looks.
And if, amid this dear delight, My thoughts did home rebound, I should reckon it a slight To the high cheer I found.
Oblivion here thy wisdom is, Thy thrift the sleep of cares; For a proud idleness like this Crowns all life's mean affairs.
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# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Legend of Balaki (Romesh Chunder Dutt)

ROMESH CHANDER DUTT, 1848-1909.
The Legend of Balaki.
Balaki, a learned Brahman, Proud of knowledge, proud of lore, Versed he was in many a sastra, Travelled many a distant shore, In the land of Usinara, And in Matsya he had been, Panchala and the Kuru kingdoms, Videha and the Kasi seen.
Ajatasatru, learned monarch, Ruled in Kasi's mighty land, Unto him repaired the Brahman, In his palace rich and grand. Blessed be thy rule, O monarch! O'er this kingdom rich and broad, I will speak to thee of Brahman, I will speak to thee of God!"
Welcome, welcome, learned priest!" Ajatasatru thus replied,— For thy holy speech accept A thousand kine of finest breed! Every learned Brahman hies To Janaka, holy king,— Welcome thou to Kasi's court, And a Brahman's blessings bring!"
List then, king! to words of wisdom,"—
Proud Balaki thus began,—
Knowest thou the radiant Soul
Dwelleth in the radiant sun?
Him I worship!"—said Balaki. "Not so!"—answered thus the king,
For the sun is mighty, glorious,
But is a created thing!"
Knowest thou the lunar crescent,
Shining in the starry sky?
Knowest thou the beauteous Soul,
Dwelleth there serene and high?
Him I worship!"—said Balaki.
"Not so!"—answered thus the king,
For the moon is bright and beauteous
But is a created thing!"
Dost thou know the forked lightning,
Flashing through the lurid sky?
Dost thou know the dreaded Soul,
Dwelleth there, terrific, high?
Him I worship!"—said Balaki.
"Not so"—answered thus the king,
For the lightning is terrific,
But is a created thing!"
Dost thou know the deep-voiced thunder, Pealing through the echoing sky?
Dost thou know the soul that dwelleth
In that sound, terrific, high?
Him I worship!"—said Balaki.
"Not so!"—answered thus the king;
For the thunder is terrific,
But is a created thing!"
Long he toiled, the learned Brahman,
Power Almighty to explain,
Quoted he from holy sastras, Argued long, but argued vain!
To his reasons, to his learning,
Ever answered thus the king,
Mighty wondrous is all nature,
But it is created thing!"
Still he toiled, the learned Brahman,
To explain the God on high,
Spoke of fire and spoke of ether, Spoke of water and of sky, Spoke of shadow and reflection,
Spoke of echo and of sound, Argued about dreams and slumber, But solution none he found!
Silently the boastful Brahman
Bent his head in grief and shame,
Sad he was, the learned Brahman,
To a wiser king he came!
Thus far,"—said the monarch gently,
"Thus far doth thy wisdom go!"
Thus far! wise and learned monarch!
Teach me what you further know!"   With the fuel, meek and humble,
Balaki as student came, Seeking knowledge from the monarch, Great in learning as in fame.
He who made the sun and moon, And the sky and earth so broad, He who breathed all Nature forth,—
He is Brahman, He is God!"
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Maid of Roopnagore (Greece Chunder Dutt)

GREECE CHUNDER DUTT. 1833-1892.
The Maid of Roopnagore.
The Emperor Aurungzeb, in the height of his power, made an offer of marriage to the Princess of Roopnagore, who haughtily rejected his suit, saying, that she would rather renounce the throne of her ancestors than be allied to an infidel.
Hear how the maid of Roopnagore Disdained the friendship of the Moor, When forth by royal hest there came, With peers and paladins of fame, A gay young lordling of degree, The pride of Moslem chivalry, To win her from her father's side, To be a Kaffir sovereign's bride.
'Go back. Sir Knight,' she sternly said, While maiden shame her cheeks dyed red, 'Go back and say, for gems and gold, For lordly Delhi's guarded hold, For power, for state, for lands in fee, An odalisque I ne'er will be, Nor faith and troth will coldly sell To him who is an infidel.
'The dun-deer on the mountain's side May with the panther be allied; Compelled by bleak December's weather, The owl and lark may house together; Or yet by spring inspired the dove May seek the hawk's protecting love; But Roopnagore in weal and woe Shall ever deem the Moor a foe.
'In rich brocade, and jewels sheen, Rather than shine the Moslem's queen, Rather than greet a fratricide, I'd be a simple shepherd's bride, And take as readily my share Of rustic toil and rustic care, As ever lowly Rajpoot swain, On Mewar's still romantic plain.'
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Hindu Wife to her Husband (Omesh Chunder Dutt)

The Hindu Wife to her Husband.
"An English lady, visiting an odalisque, inquired what pleasure her profusion of rich ornaments could afford, as no person except her husband was ever to behold them. 'And for whom,' replied the fair oriental, 'do you adorn yourself?—is it for other men?'"
Oh, not for strangers do I wear The jewels in my flowing hair, Nor yet for others' eyes array My limbs in vestments rich and gay: Nor wish that even friends should see The smile that's only meant for thee.
From pleasures of this life debarred, They tell me that my lot is hard, That, forc'd like prison'd bird to pine, Such joys as theirs can ne'er be mine; That beauty, wit, and gems are vain If hidden they must thus remain.
They tell me that in festal hall, To be admired and prais'd by all, To feel one's self—O triumph high!— The cynosure of every eye, The fairest of the fair to be: This, this is life,—bright, glad and free.
From such advice I turn away, It only serves to lead astray: The dance, the crowd, are not for me, I envy not their liberty:— Happy as queen upon her throne, I love to dwell among mine own.
Is there no peace for them at home, That restless here and there they roam? And are they of their lords so tired, That they should seek to be admired
By friends and strangers? Thus can they Mid dance, and song, and jest, be gay?
For thee alone, my love, I wear The jewels in my flowing hair, For thee the glance, for thee the smile, For thee this heart which knows no guile: And blest, supremely blest I'll be With one kind word and look from thee.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Lotus (Toru Dutt)

The Lotus.
Love came to Flora asking for a flower That would of flowers be undisputed queen, The lily and the rose, long, long had been Rivals for that high honour. Bards of power Had sung their claims. "The rose can never tower Like the pale lily with her Juno mien"— "But is the lily lovelier?" Thus between Flower factions rang the strife in Psyche's bower. Give me a flower delicious as the rose And stately as the lily in her pride"— "But of what colour?"—"Rose-red," Love first chose, Then prayed,—"No, lily-white,—or, both provide;" And Flora gave the lotus, "rose-red" dyed, And "lily-white,"—the queenliest flower that blows.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Rakhi (Hur Chunder Dutt)

The Rakhi.
Wear, wear this fillet round thy arm, Thou brave and noble knight, Thy gallant warhorse paws the ground, Impatient for the fight.
A sister's love for thee hath wrought This silken tie so fair, That thou protected by the gods The deadly fray may'st share.
Thy flashing eyes full plainly tell Thou'lt not disgrace the band, If e'er the impetuous tide of war Roll where thy loved ones stand.
And sheath not, knight, thy gleaming blade, Till routed is the foe; And as the chaff before the wind, Before thy ranks they go.
And when by glorious Victory crowned Thou tread'st the bloody field, Spare, by my tears, the wounded foe; Be thou their help and shield.
But hark! the tocsin's quivering peal Bursts on my ear from far— Mount, mount thy steed that proudly neighs To join the ranks of war.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Requiem of Timour (Shoshee Chunder Dutt)

The Requiem of Timour.
Sleep, perturbed spirit, sleep Within earth's quiet breast! Thy task of vengeance now is o'er; Rest, ruthless conqueror, rest!
As speeds the whirlwind o'er the wave With its resistless might, The torrent of thy wrath has roll'd Upon the field of fight.
The world aghast has quaked beneath The terrors of thy frown; Thy footsteps, they have trampled o'er The royal neck and crown.
The burning sand, the fertile vale, Have groan'd beneath thy tread; Thy hardy legions follow'd still, Where thou undaunted led.
From Kabool's rock, thy crimson flag Stream'd proudly to the air; Beneath were martial shields and spears, And sabres red and bare.
The Indus' stormy waters fail'd To bar the victor's path; And Delhi's burning towers confest The awful Scythian's wrath.
A thousand terrors rode along By Gunga's quaking shore; And hungry vultures scream'd above Thy sacred shrine, Hurdwar.
And now he sleeps: rest, conqueror, rest! Thy vengeful task is o'er: The trumpet's voice, though loud it speaks, Will wake thee never more!
The world thy triumphs mark'd with dread; Sleep, ruthless tyrant, sleep! That breathless terror now has pass'd, The world has ceased to weep.
Rest, perturbed spirit, rest! Rest, thunder-bolt of heaven! The avenger's rod, the victor's might, To thee conjoint were given.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Pardah Nashin (Sarojini Naidu)

SAROJINI NAIDU. 1879-
The Pardah Nashin.
Her life is a revolving dream Of languid and sequestered ease; Her girdles and her fillets gleam Like changing fires on sunset seas; Her raiment is like morning mist, Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
From thieving light of eyes impure, From coveting sun or wind's caress, Her days are guarded and secure Behind her carven lattices, Like jewels in a turbaned crest, Like secrets in a lover's breast.
But though no hand unsanctioned dares Unveil the mysteries of her grace, Time lifts the curtain unawares, And Sorrow looks into her face— Who shall prevent the subtle years, Or shield a woman's eyes from tears?
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Quest (Prafulla Ranjan Das)

The Quest.
I stepped into the dusty thoroughfare, Where men with weary footsteps trod the earth, And sought the secrets of their death and birth In heat and passion of the noon-day air! —In life that has been lived in black despair, Or in the splendour of the city's worth, Where mortals moving with no joy or mirth Have yet aspired to do, conceive, and dare!
And one above them all cried out to me, "Alas, alas,—I gave a life's devotion, To drag the secrets of Eternity
From objects whirling with the earth's swift motion, And now I think I'll wander never more, What, if those secrets waited at my door?"
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Rajput Soldier's Farewell (Jatindra Mohan Tagore)

The Rajput Soldier's Farewell.
Adieu! 'Tis time for me to part While yet from bondage free, While yet I may persuade my heart To bid farewell to thee, dear love! to bid farewell to thee.
Now sounds the nagra loud and deep, To war it turns my mind, I go where duty calls, nor weep To leave thee here behind, dear love! to leave thee here behind.
Where lazy peace still holds her sway I cannot now remain, Nor must I love's soft voice obey The Rajput name to stain, dear love! the Rajput name to stain.
Once more farewell! If gracious Raam But spare this life of mine, For every pain I'll find a balm On those sweet lips of thine, dear love! on those sweet lips of thine.
But if remorseless death should dart The cruel shaft at me, Though hence my spirit should depart, It still should pray for thee, dear love! it still should pray for thee.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/The Hills (Greece Chunder Dutt)

The Hills.
How sweet 'twere here an anchorite to dwell, Here in the presence of this white cascade! To muse at noon beneath this grateful shade, With bead and crucifix to haunt this cell; Fresh wholesome fruits to gather in the dell, At early morn what time broad lights invade The dew-gemmed coverts of the peaceful glade, And listening silence broods o'er rock and fell; With solemn cheer to mark at eve on high The stars leap forth, to lie on this smooth stone Strewed with crisp leaves, and hear the owlet's cry Borne on the breeze from crag and cavern lone, Or close in balmy sleep the languid eye, Lulled by the deep-voiced Teesta's soothing tone.
# The Best Continental Short Stories of 1923-1924

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CONTENTS
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# The Best Books

* The Best Books: A Reader's Guide (1887; 1st ed.) (transcription project)
* The Best Books: A Reader's Guide (1891; 2nd ed.) (transcription project)
** A Reader's Guide to Contemporary Literature (1895) (transcription project)
** A Bibliography of Geography (1897) (external scan)
** A Bibliography of Philosophy (1897) (external scan)
** A Bibliography of Theology (1897) (external scan)
** A Reader's Guide (1901) (transcription project)
** The Best Books: A Reader's Guide (1901) (transcription project)
* The Best Books: A Reader's Guide and Literary Reference Book (1910–1935; 3rd ed. in 6 vols.)
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# The Best Continental Short Stories of 1923-1924/Front matter

THE BEST CONTINENTAL SHORT STORIES OF 1923–24
And the Yearbook of the Continental Short Story Edited by Richard Eaton
THE BEST CONTINENTAL SHORT STORIES OF 1923–1924
* BY RICHARD EATON
* MUSTAPHA KEMAL UNDER THE RED FLAG PIONNIERS OU DEMENTS MASHA
* THE BEST FRENCH SHORT STORIES OF 1923–24
THE BEST CONTINENTAL SHORT STORIES OF 1923–1924
AND THE YEARBOOK OF THE CONTINENTAL SHORT STORY
Edited by RICHARD EATON
BOSTON SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY, Inc. PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1924, by Arthur Schnitzler, Karel Capek, Johannes V. Jensen, Aino Kallas, G. Gardony, Joseph Winckler, Heendrick Vandemere, Makuszynski; Her Majesty, Marie, Queen of Rumania, J. A. Bratesco-Voinesti, Boris Pilniak, V. Blasco Ibanez, Gustav Hellström, Virgilio Brocchi, Luigi Pirandello, Edmond Glessner, Vsevolod Ivanoff, A. Kuprine.
Copyright, 1924, by “Gazette de Prague,” “Naokolo Swiat,” A. Mondadori, Librairie Stock, A. Ferenczi, Geza Kuhn, Prometeo, Albert Bonnier, La Renaissance du Livre, Greifenverlag zu Rudolfstadt, De Gids, The Dial.
Copyright, 1924 By SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY (Incorporated)
Printed in the United States of America
THE MURRAY PRINT ING COMPANY CAMBRIDGE, MASS.
THE BOSTON BOOKBINDING COMPANY CAMBRIDGE, MASS.
BY WAY OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT
Grateful acknowledgment for permission to include the stories and other material in this volume is made to the following authors, editors, publishers, and advisers. To: Her Majesty, Marie, Queen of Rumania, Arthur Schnitzler, Edmond Glessner, Nicholas Stoiloff, Karel Capek, Satora, Johannes V. Jensen, Aino Kallas, Lauri Pohjanpaa, Major Martinson, Joseph Winckler, Melas, Lanitis, N. G. Kathforne, Heendrick Vandemere, N. DeVreede, DeWinckler, Geza Gardony (heirs), Virgilio Brocchi, Luigi Pirandello, M. Miloshlevitch, J. Akuraters, A. Upitis, Kornel Makuszynski, Dr. Kwapizewski, August Bihlmans, Lacnoulesco, J. A. Bratesco-Voinesti, Boris Pilniak, Alexandre Kuprine, Vsevolod Ivanoff, Gustav Hellström, V. Blasco Ibanez, Assim Sureya Bey, Catherine Groth, Prince Michel Katkoff, Jean Bles, H. Fraser, B. Hunt, M. Corday.
V. Jepe, La Renaissance du Livre, Jonathan Cape, Griefenverlag, Geza Kahn, Naokolo Swiat, Albert Bonnier, F. Campitello, Mondadori, Prometteo, The Dial, De Gids, A. Ferenczi, Librairie Stock, etc.
# The Bergen Record/1963/Rafael De Szalatnay, 79

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Published on 14 September 1963
Rafael De Szalatnay, 79
Englewood—Rafael De Szalatnay, of 225 Cambridge Avenue here, died yesterday at Bergen Pines County Hospital Paramus, after a short illness. He was 79.
Born in Czechoslovakia, Mr. Szalatnay came to the United States in 1914. He had lived in Englewood for 21 years.
He was a retired publisher of children’s books with his firm in New York City. For many years he was a member of the local Civil Defense organization.
He is survived by his wife Wilma, and brother, Benjamin, of Mereno, Italy.
Funeral services will be Monday at 2 P. M. at the First Presbyterian Church on East Palisade Avenue here. Funeral arrangements are being made by the Myers Funeral Home, 129 Engle Street, here.
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# The Bermuda

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United States Supreme Court
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The Bermuda

## Notes

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