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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/August Wilhelm

Edition of 1879. See also Prince Augustus William of Prussia on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
AUGUST WILHELM, prince of Prussia, brother of Frederick the Great, and general of the Prussian army, born in Berlin in 1722, died in 1758. He took an active part in the Silesian campaigns, and distinguished himself at the battle of Hohenfriedberg (June, 1745); but in the seven years' war, owing to the fatal retreat of Zittau in 1756, he incurred the displeasure of his brother, and withdrew from the army. This conflict between the two brothers led to a correspondence, which was published in 1769.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Astoria

Edition of 1879. See also Astoria, Oregon on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
ASTORIA, a town of Clatsop county, Oregon, near the mouth of the Columbia river; pop. in 1870, 639. It was for a long time the depot of the fur trade for all the country west of the
Rocky mountains, and was formerly a port of entry. The difficulties in the entrance to the Columbia have, however, opposed a great impediment to its development. It was founded by the Pacific fur company in 1811, and named in honor of John Jacob Astor, the chief proprietor. Its early history is described by Washington Irving in his “Astoria.”
# The Boys of Columbia High on the Gridiron

Fourth book in the Boys of Columbia High series
THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA
HIGH ON THE GRIDIRON
OR
The Struggle for the Silver Cup
BY
GRAHAM B. FORBES
AUTHOR OF "THE BOYS ON COLUMBIA HIGH," "THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE DIAMOND," ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
COOTS WAS DOWNED BY A FIERCE TACKLE ON THE PART OF SHADDUCK.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| I. | Out for Practice | 1 |
| II. | On the Road to Town | 11 |
| III. | The Strange History of Ralph | 22 |
| IV. | Treachery in the Camp | 33 |
| V. | The Signal Practice | 44 |
| VI. | At the Singing School | 57 |
| VII. | The Abduction of "Bones" | 68 |
| VIII. | The Line-up with Clifford | 76 |
| IX. | A Hard Fought First-half | 89 |
| X. | A Scene not Down on the Bills | 99 |
| XI. | Clifford's Last Hope | 108 |
| XII. | Dr. Shadduck Fears an Epidemic | 118 |
| XIII. | The Great Marsh | 126 |
| XIV. | The Dangers of the Muck Hole | 137 |
| XV. | Frank Turns Chauffeur | 145 |
| XVI. | An Unwilling Pilot | 154 |
| XVII. | A Desperate Remedy | 162 |
| XVIII. | Matching Wits | 171 |
| XIX. | At the End of the Circuit | 180 ​ |
| XX. | Frank's Luck | 189 |
| XXI. | The Lifting of the Cloud | 198 |
| XXII. | How Bellport Bucked the Line | 207 |
| XXIII. | Won by Four Inches | 217 |
| XXIV. | The Message from Tokio—Conclusion | 227 |
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Boys of Bellwood School/front matter

BOOKS FOR BOYS
By FRANK V. WEBSTER
ONLY A FARM BOY
Or Dan Hardy's Rise in Life
TOM THE TELEPHONE BOY
Or The Mystery of a Message
THE BOY FROM THE RANCH
Or Roy Bradner's City Experiences
THE YOUNG TREASURE HUNTER
Or Fred Stanley's Trip to Alaska
BOB THE CASTAWAY
Or The Wreck of the Eagle
THE YOUNG FIREMEN OF LAKEVILLE
Or Herbert Dare's Pluck
THE NEWSBOY PARTNERS
Or Who Was Dick Box?
THE BOY PILOT OF THE LAKES
Or Nat Morton's Perils
TWO BOY GOLD MINERS
Or Lost in the Mountains
JACK THE RUNAWAY
Or On the Road with a Circus
THE BOYS OF BELLWOOD SCHOOL
Or Frank Jordan's Triumph
COMRADES OF THE SADDLE
Or The Young Rough Riders of the Plains
Copyright, 1910, by Crupples & Leon Company
The Boys of Bellwood School
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/A Perfect Day

45—A PERFECT DAY
When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you sit alone with your thought, While the chimes ring out with a carol gay For the joy that the day has brought, Do you think what the end of a perfect day Can mean to a tired heart, When the sun goes down with a flaming ray, And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day, Near the end of a journey too, But it leaves a thought that is big and strong, With a wish that is kind and true. For memory has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade, And we find at the end of a perfect day The soul of a friend we've made.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Anglo-American Anthem

9—ANGLO-AMERICAN ANTHEM
God save our gracious King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King.
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save our King.
​My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountain side
Let freedom ring.
Two Empires by the sea,
Two peoples great and free,
One anthem raise.
One race of ancient fame,
One tongue, one faith we claim,
One God whose glorious Name
We love and praise.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Are You From Dixie

Music by George L. Cobb.
124—ARE YOU FROM DIXIE
Are you from Dixie, I said from Dixie, Where the fields of cotton beckon to me; I'm glad to see you, tell me how be you And the friends I'm longing to see. If you're from Alabama, Tennessee or Caroline, Any place below the Mason-Dixon line, Then you're from Dixie, hurrah for Dixie Cause I'm from Dixie too.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/A Wee Deoch-an'-Doris

102—A WEE DEOCH-AN'-DORIS
Just a wee deoch-an'-doris, A wee drap, that's a'. A wee deoch-an'doris, Before we gang awa'. There's a wee wifie waiting, In a wee but-an' ben. If ye can say "It's a braw, bricht, moonlicht nicht," Ye're a' richt, ye ken.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name

140—ALL HAIL THE POWER OF JESUS' NAME
All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all!
Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all!
Oh, that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall; Join in the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all!
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Asleep in the Deep

51—ASLEEP IN THE DEEP
Loudly the bell in the old tower rings, Bidding us list to the warning it brings, Sailor, take care! Sailor take care! Danger is near thee, Beware, Beware, Beware, Beware! Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, So beware: beware: Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, So beware, beware!
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/At Even, Ere the Sun Was Set

141—AT EVEN, ERE THE SUN WAS SET
At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; O in what divers pains they met! O with what joy they went away!
Once more 'tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see, We know and feel that Thou art here.
O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel: For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had
And some are pressed with worldy care, And some are tried with sinful doubt; And some such grievous passions tear That only Thou canst cast them out;
And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.
And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would serve Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within.
O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide!
Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall: Hear in this solemn evening hour And in Thy mercy heal us all Amen.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Abide With Me

The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book
PART XII.—ABIDE WITH ME
139—ABIDE WITH ME
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me!
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless, Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness; Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me!
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies, Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life and death, O Lord, abide with me! Amen.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/All Night Long

From the revue Keep Smiling
The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book
PART V.—MISCELLANEOUS
65—ALL NIGHT LONG (Keep Smiling)
All night long I am a-dreaming, Dreaming of my honey boy. All night long the love-light's beaming Longing just to see my pride and joy, When I hear that he's returning My poor heart will then grow strong, Then I know I'll cease my yearning All night long—All night long—All night long.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Annie Laurie

The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book
PART VIII.—SCOTCH SONGS
99—ANNIE LAURIE
Maxwelton braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie, Gie'd me her promise true, Gie'd me her promise true Which ne'er forgot will be And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doon and dee.
Her brow is like the snaw-drift, Her neck is like the swan, Her face it is the fairest, That e'er the sun shone on, That e'er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her e'e And for bonnie Annie Laurie— I'd lay me doon and dee.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Kentucky Babe

126—KENTUCKY BABE
Fly away, fly away, Kentucky Babe, fly away to rest, Fly away, Lay yo' kinky, wooly head on yo' mammy's breast. Um Um close yo' eyes in sleep.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Just a-Wearyin' For You

57—JUST A-WEARYIN' FOR YOU
Mornin' comes, the birds awake, Used to sing so for your sake, But there's sadness in the notes That come trillin' from their throats Seem to feel your absence, too, Just a-wearyin' for you.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Killarney

87—KILLARNEY
By Killarney's lakes and fells, Em'rald Isles and winding bays, Mountain paths and woodland dells, Mem'ry ever fondly strays. Bounteous nature loves all lands, Beauty wanders every-where, Foot-prints leaves on many strands, But her home is surely there.
Chorus
Angels fold their wings and rest, In that Eden of the West, Beauty's home Killarney— Ever fair Killarney
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Lead Kindly Light

152—LEAD KINDLY LIGHT
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on: I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride rules my will—remember not past years.
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Amen.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/John Peel

84—JOHN PEEL
D'ye ken John Peel, with his coat so gay? D'ye ken John Peel at the break of the day? D'ye ken John Peel, when he's far far away, With his hounds and his horn in the morning.
Chorus
For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed. And the cry of the hounds which he oft times led, Peel's view hol-loo would awaken the dead, Or his fox from his lair in the morning.
Yes, I ken John Peel, and Ruby too, Ranter and Ringwood, Bell-man and True, From a find to a check, from a check to a view. From a view to a death in the morning.
Chorus.
Then here's to John Peel, from my heart and soul. Let's drink to his health let's finish the bowl, We'll follow John Peel thro' fair thro' foul. If we want a good hunt in the morning.
Chorus.
D'ye ken John Peel, with his coat so gay, He lived at Trout-beck once on a day, Now he has gone far far away, We shall ne'er hear his voice in the morning.
Chorus.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/La Marseillaise

5—LA MARSEILLAISE
Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives and grandsires hoary:
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding
With wailing hosts a ruffian band
Affright and desolate the land
While peace and liberty lie bleeding.
Chorus:
To arms to arms ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on
All hearts resolved
On victory or death.
With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst of gold and power unbounded
To mete and vend the light and air
To mete and vend the light and air
Like beasts of burden would they load us— Like gods would bid their slaves adore— But man is man—and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us?
To arms, etc.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Laddie in Khaki

54—LADDIE IN KHAKI
Laddie in Khaki, I'm waiting for you! I want you to know that my heart beats true I'm longing and praying, And living for you, So come back little Laddie in Khaki!
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Italian National Hymn

7—ITALIAN NATIONAL HYMN
All onward, all onward.
The tombs are all open, come forth our departed,
Our soldiers arise and our hearts be united,
With swords in hand, and our face towards the foe,
The fame and the name Italia will glow.
All onward, yes onward, advance gallant warriors
Unfurl to the winds banners so glorious,
Arise with your sabres, down with our enemies,
Arise in your glory, Italians arise
Depart from our borders, depart from our shore
Depart all ye strangers, return never more.
Our home-land so famous for poetry and singing,
Return to the days when the sabres were ringing,
Our hands that are bound with fetters so sore,
When loosened will brandish our swords once more
No fetters nor thongs will Italy endure from the strangers
Who wantonly came to our shore.
No longer will Italy be bound by the tyrants who for many long years they have kept us their slaves.
Depart from our borders, depart from our shore,
Depart all ye strangers, return never more.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Juanita

82—JUANITA (A song of Spain)
Soft o'er the fountain, Ling'ring falls the southern moon; Far o'er the mountain, Breaks the day—too soon¡ In thy dark eyes' splendor, Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks—yet tender—Speak their fond farewell! Nita¡ Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part. Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart.
When in thy dreaming Moons like these shall shine again And daylight beaming Prove thy dreams are vain; Wilt thou not relenting For thine absent lover sigh, In thy heart consenting—To a pray'r gone by? Nita! Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part. Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Keep the Huns Retiring

35—KEEP THE HUNS RETIRING
Tune—Keep The Home Fires Burning
Keep the Huns retiring! Keep our guns firing! Keep our airships flying! Till the Bosche are done! Keep our bayonets flashing! Keep our boys a-dashing! Turn the Germans inside out, And we'll all go home.
# The Chicago Martyrs/Their Last Words on the Scaffold

Their Last Words on the Scaffold
There will Come a time When Our Silence will be More Powerful than the Voices You Strangle Today.—AUGUST SPIES.
Hurrah for Anarchy!—GEORGE ENGEL.
Hurrah for Anarchy! This is the Happiest Moment of My Life.—ADOLPH FISCHER.
Let me Speak, oh Men of America! Will you Let me Speak, Sheriff Matson! Let the Voice of the People be Heard! Oh———— —ALBERT R. PARSONS.
# The Chicago Martyrs/Epigraph

Originally published as "Farewell"
"Come not to my grave with your mournings, With your lamentations and tears, With your sad forebodings and fears! When my lips are dumb, Do not thus come.
Bring no long train of carriages, No hearse crowned with waving plumes, Which the gaunt glory of death illumes; But with hands on my breast Let me rest.
Insult not my dust with your pity, Ye who're left on this desolate, shore Still to suffer and lose and deplore. 'Tis I should, as I do, Pity you.
For me no more are the hardships, The bitterness, heartaches, and strife, The sadness and sorrows of life, But the glory divine— This is mine.
Poor creatures! Afraid, of the darkness, Who groan at the anguish to come. How silent I go to my home! Cease your sorrowful bell— I am well."
# The Chicago Martyrs/End Matter

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# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Story of the Ashes and the Flame

THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME
No matter why, nor whence, nor when she came, There was her place. No matter what men said, No matter what she was; living or dead, Faithful or not, he loved her all the same. The story was as old as human shame, But ever since that lonely night she fled, With books to blind him, he had only read The story of the ashes and the flame.
There she was always coming pretty soon To fool him back, with penitent scared eyes That had in them the laughter of the moon For baffled lovers, and to make him think— Before she gave him time enough to wink— Sin’s kisses were the keys to Paradise.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Miracle

THE MIRACLE
"Dear brother, dearest friend, when I am dead, And you shall see no more this face of mine, Let nothing but red roses be the sign Of the white life I lost for him," she said; "No, do not curse him,—pity him instead; Forgive him!—forgive me! . . God's anodyne For human hate is pity; and the wine That makes men wise, forgiveness. I have read Love's message in love's murder, and I die." And so they laid her just where she would lie,— Under red roses. Red they bloomed and fell; But when flushed autumn and the snows went by, And spring came,—lo, from every bud’s green shell Burst a white blossom.—Can love reason why?
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Pity of the Leaves

THE PITY OF THE LEAVES
Vengeful across the cold November moors, Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak Sad wind that shrieked, and answered with a shriek, Reverberant through lonely corridors. The old man heard it; and he heard, perforce, Words out of lips that were no more to speak— Words of the past that shook the old man's cheek Like dead, remembered footsteps on old floors.
And then there were the leaves that plagued him so! The brown, thin leaves that on the stones outside Skipped with a freezing whisper. Now and then They stopped, and stayed there—just to let him know How dead they were; but if the old man cried, They fluttered off like withered souls of men.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Torrent

THE TORRENT
I found a torrent falling in a glen Where the sun's light shone silvered and leaf-split; The boom, the foam, and the mad flash of it All made a magic symphony; but when I thought upon the coming of hard men To cut those patriarchal trees away, And turn to gold the silver of that spray, I shuddered. Yet a gladness now and then Did wake me to myself till I was glad In earnest, and was welcoming the time For screaming saws to sound above the chime Of idle waters, and for me to know The jealous visionings that I had had Were steps to the great place where trees and torrents go
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Wilderness

THE WILDERNESS
Come away! come away! there’s a frost along the marshes, And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it shakes the dead black water; There’s a moan across the lowland and a wailing through the woodland Of a dirge that sings to send us back to the arms of those that love us. There is nothing left but ashes now where the crimson chills of autumn Put off the summer's languor with a touch that made us glad For the glory that is gone from us, with a flight we cannot follow, To the slopes of other valleys and the sounds of other shores.
Come away! come away! you can hear them calling, calling, Calling us to come to them, and roam no more. Over there beyond the ridges and the land that lies between us, There's an old song calling us to come!
Come away! come away!—for the scenes we leave behind us Are barren for the lights of home and a flame that’s young forever;
And the lonely trees around us creak the warning of the night-wind, That love and all the dreams of love are away beyond the mountains. The songs that call for us to-night, they have called for men before us, And the winds that blow the message, they have blown ten thousand years; But this will end our wander-time, for we know the joy that waits us In the strangeness of home-coming, and a faithful woman’s eyes.
Come away! come away! there is nothing now to cheer us— Nothing now to comfort us, but love's road home:— Over there beyond the darkness there's a window gleams to greet us, And a warm hearth waits for us within.
Come away! come away!—or the roving-fiend will hold us, And make us all to dwell with him to the end of human faring: There are no men yet can leave him when his hands are clutched upon them, There are none will own his enmity, there are none will call him brother.
So we’ll be up and on the way, and the less we brag the better For the freedom that God gave us and the dread we do not know:— The frost that skips the willow-leaf will again be back to blight it, And the doom we cannot fly from is the doom we do not see.
Come away! come away! there are dead men all around us— Frozen men that mock us with a wild, hard laugh That shrieks and sinks and whimpers in the shrill November rushes, And the long fall wind on the lake.