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# Jane Annie

Comic Opera in Two Acts with music composed by Ernest Ford

## Act 1

SCENE. -- First floor of the Ladies' Seminary. The GIRLS are exchanging their last confidences for the night. Enter CADDIE with their candles.

#### Chorus of Girls

Good-night! Good-night! The hour is late; Though eyes are bight, No longer wait! Though clear the head, Though wit may shine, To bed! To bed! It's nearly nine!
Dining-room clock strikes.
MILLY. Now the last faint tint has faded. ALL. Good-night! Good-night! MILLY. And the west in gloom is shaded. ALL. Good-night! Good-night! MILLY. See the moon her vigil keeping. ALL. Good-night! Good-night! MILLY. Torpor o'er the earth is creeping. ALL. Good-night! Good-night!
Drawing-room clock strikes.
ALL. Good-night! Good-night! A-talking thus, Though eyes are bright, Is not for us. The eve is past, The shadows fall, And so at last Good-night to all.
All retire except CADDIE, who is roused from a profound reverie by the misbehaviour of the clock. He makes short work of it. Exit CADDIE. There is a knock on at the door and the GIRLS reappear.
MEG. It was the front door! MILLY. Who can be calling at such a fearsomely late hour as nine o'clock? ROSE. Why doesn't some one peep down the stairs?
BAB runs downstairs.
MAUD. That bold Bab has gone. Miss Sims will catch her. MILLY. Oh! I can see. (Looks over staircase.) ALL. Well? MILLY. A man! ROSE. At last! MILLY. Bald! ROSE. The wretch! MILLY. He has two other men with him. MEG. Two! Girls, let us go and do our hair this instant. MILLY. They are shewn into Miss Sims's private room. Ah! MAUD. What? MILLY. The door is shut. ROSE. What a shame! MEG. What is Bab doing all this time? MILLY. She has her ear at the keyhole. MAUD. Dear girl! MILLY. She shakes her first at the keyhole. ALL. Why? MILLY. I don't know.
BAB comes upstairs.
ROSE. Bab, why did you shake your fist at the keyhole? BAB. Because it is stuffed with paper. ALL. Oh! BAB. Yes, stuffed. How mean of Miss Sims. She might surely have trusted to our honour not to look. MILLY. Thank goodness, the holidays begin the day after to-morrow. BAB. But a great deal may happen before to-morrow. Girls, can you keep a secret -- a secret that will freeze your blood and curl you up and make you die of envy? ALL. BAB. MILLY. BAB. ROSE.
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# Jane Austen

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* Jane Austen (1775–1817), English novelist
# Jane Austen (Sarah Fanny Malden 1889)

Eminent Women Series
EDITED BY JOHN H. INGRAM
JANE AUSTEN
JANE AUSTEN
BY
MRS. CHARLES MALDEN
LONDON: W. H. ALLEN & CO., 13 WATERLOO PLACE, S.W.
1889.
LONDON: PRINTED BY W. H. ALLEN AND CO., 13 WATERLOO PLACE, PALL MALL S.W.
PREFACE.
The life of Jane Austen, which extended over only forty-two years, and was chiefly passed among her own nearest relations in the quiet of a country parsonage, varied only by an occasional visit to London, to Bath, or to the sea-side, affords but little material for a biographer to deal with.
Her writings were, in fact, her life, and an attempt to give anything beyond the very briefest sketch of her career must resolve itself into a criticism of those writings. By these she is known to her many admirers, and it is with the hope of making them even better known and more widely appreciated, that this little book is offered to the public.
The writer wishes to express her obligations to Lord Brabourne and Mr. C. Austen Leigh for their kind permission to make use of the Memoir and Letters of their gifted relative, which have been her principal authorities for this work.
S. F. M.
May 1889.
CONTENTS.
PAGE.
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# In the Pillory: The Tale of the Borgia Pope

1929
* Chapter 1. The Invincible Alexander
* Chapter 2. The Pope's Shadow
* Chapter 3. The Venus of the Vatican
* Chapter 4. The Papal Libertine
* Chapter 5. "Tasting the cup of the Borgia"
* Chapter 6. "The Infant of Rome"
* Chapter 7. A Borgian Tragedy
* Chapter 8. Souvenirs of the Borgia
* Chapter 9. Rome still honors the memory of the Borgia
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 36

xxxvi.
Tho' truths in manhood darkly join, Deep-seated in our mystic frame, We yield all blessing to the name Of Him that made them current coin;
For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers, Where Truth in closest words shall fail, When Truth embodied in a tale Shall enter in at lowly doors.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the wave In roarings round the coral reef.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 37

xxxvii.
Urania speaks with darken'd brow: 'Thou pratest here where thou art least; This faith has many a purer priest, And many an abler voice than thou:
Go down beside thy native rill, On thy Parnassus set thy feet, And hear thy laurel whisper sweet About the ledges of the hill.'
And my Melpomene replies, A touch of shame upon her cheek: 'I am not worthy but to speak Of thy prevailing mysteries;
For I am but an earthly Muse, And owning but a little art To lull with song an aching heart, And render human love his dues;
But brooding on the dear one dead, And all he said of things divine, (And dear as sacramental wine To dying lips is all he said).
I murmur'd, as I came along, Of comfort clasp'd in truth reveal'd; And loiter'd in the master's field, And darken'd sanctities with song.'
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 3

iii.
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip?
'The stars,' she whispers, ‘blindly run; A web is wov'n across the sky; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun:
'And all the phantom, Nature, stands With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own, A hollow form with empty hands.'
And shall I take a thing so blind, Embrace her as my natural good; Or crush her, like a vice of blood, Upon the threshold of the mind?
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 30

xxx.
With trembling fingers did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; A rainy cloud possess'd the earth, And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
At our old pastimes in the hall We gambol'd, making vain pretence Of gladness, with an awful sense Of one mute Shadow watching all.
We paused: the winds were in the beech: We heard them sweep the winter land; And in a circle hand-in-hand Sat silent, looking each at each.
Then echo-like our voices rang; We sung, tho' every eye was dim, A merry song we sang with him Last year: impetuously we sang:
We ceased: a gentler feeling crept Upon us: surely rest is meet: 'They rest,' we said, 'their sleep is sweet,' And silence follow'd, and we wept.
Our voices took a higher range; Once more we sang: 'They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy, Nor change to us, although they change;
Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power, yet the same, Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to orb, from veil to veil.
Rise, happy morn, rise holy morn, Draw forth the cheerful day from night: O Father! touch the east, and light The light that shone when Hope was born.'
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 31

xxxi.
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave, And home to Mary's house return'd, Was this demanded—if he yearn'd To hear her weeping by his grave?
'Where wert thou, brother, those four days?' There lives no record of reply, Which telling what it is to die Had surely added praise to praise.
From every house the neighbours met, The streets were fill'd with joyful sound, A solemn gladness even crown'd The purple brows of Olivet.
Behold a man raised up by Christ! The rest remaineth unreveal'd; He told it not; or something seal'd The lips of that Evangelist.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 32

xxxii.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there.
Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed.
All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, Whose loves in higher love endure; What souls possess themselves so pure, Or is there blessedness like theirs?
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 34

xxxiv.
My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is;
This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild Poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.
What then were God to such as I? 'Twere hardly worth my while to choose Of things all mortal, or to use A little patience ere I die;
'Twere best at once to sink to peace, Like birds the charming serpent draws, To drop head-foremost in the jaws Of vacant darkness and to cease.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 35

xxxv.
Yet if some voice that man could trust Should murmur from the narrow house: The cheeks drop in; the body bows; Man dies: nor is there hope in dust:
Might I not say, yet even here, But for one hour, O Love, I strive To keep so sweet a thing alive? But I should turn mine ears and hear
The moanings of the homeless sea, The sound of streams that swift or slow Draw down Æonian hills, and sow The dust of continents to be;
And Love would answer with a sigh, 'The sound of that forgetful shore Will change my sweetness more and more, Half-dead to know that I shall die.'
O me! what profits it to put An idle case? If Death were seen At first as Death, Love had not been, Or been in narrowest working shut,
Mere fellowship of sluggish moods, Or in his coarsest Satyr-shape Had bruised the herb and crush'd the grape, And bask'd and batten'd in the woods.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 38

xxxviii.
With weary steps I loiter on, Tho' always under alter'd skies The purple from the distance dies, My prospect and horizon gone.
No joy the blowing season gives, The herald melodies of spring, But in the songs I love to sing A doubtful gleam of solace lives.
If any care for what is here Survive in spirits render'd free, Then are these songs I sing of thee Not all ungrateful to thine ear.
# In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 33

xxxiii.
O thou that after toil and storm Mayst seem to have reach'd a purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form,
Leave thou thy sister when she prays, Her early Heaven, her happy views; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days.
Her faith thro' form is pure as thine, Her hands are quicker unto good: Oh, sacred be the flesh and blood To which she links a truth divine!
See, thou that countest reason ripe In holding by the law within, Thou fail not in a world of sin, And ev'n for want of such a type.
# Joseph Seagram & Sons, Inc. v. Hostetter

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United States Supreme Court
384 U.S. 35
Joseph Seagram & Sons, Inc. v. Hostetter
Argued: Feb. 23, 1966. --- Decided: April 19, 1966
See 384 U.S. 967, 86 S.Ct. 1583.
[Syllabus from pages 35-37 intentionally omitted]
Thomas F. Daly, New York City, and Jack Goodman, Albany, N.Y., for appellants.
Ruth Kessler Toch, Albany, N.Y., for appellees.
Mr. Justice STEWART delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Joseph Wild Company v. Provident Life & Trust Company

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United States Supreme Court
214 U.S. 292
Joseph Wild Company v. Provident Life & Trust Company
Argued: April 29, 1909. --- Decided: May 24, 1909
Messrs. Max L. Powell and Harris S. Sparhawk for appellants.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 292-294 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Arthur G. Dickson and Dickson, Beitler, & McCouch for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 294-296 intentionally omitted]
Mr Justice Moody delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Joseph Warren, M. D.

Trained in the holy art whose lifted shield  Wards off the darts a never-slumbering foe,  By hearth and wayside lurking, waits to throw, Oppression taught his helpful arm to wield The slayer's weapon: on the murderous field  The fiery bolt he challenged laid him low,  Seeking its noblest victim. Even so The charter of a nation must be sealed!  The healer's brow the hero's honors crowned, From lowliest duty called to loftiest deed.  Living, the oak-leaf wreath his temples bound; Dying, the conqueror's laurel was his meed, Last on the broken ramparts' turf to bleed  Where Freedom's victory in defeat was found.
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# Joseph Smith Jr. Interview with David Nye White (29 August 1843)

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Joseph Smith Jr. interviewed by David Nye White on August 29, 1843, originally published in "The Prairies, Nauvoo, Joe Smith, the Temple, the Mormons, etc.," The Pittsburgh Weekly Gazette, Sept. 15, 1843; reprinted in The Papers of Joseph Smith, ed. Dean C. Jessee, 2 vols. [1989–92], 1:444.; reprinted in Early Mormon Documents, ed. Dan Vogel [1992], 1:181-182.
…Speaking of revelations, he stated that when he was in a "quandary," he asked the Lord for a revelation, and when he could not get it, he "followed the dictates of his own judgment, which were as good as a revelation to him; but he never gave anything to his people as revelation, unless it was a revelation, and the Lord did reveal himself to him." Running on in his valluble style, he said: "The world persecutes me, it has always persecuted me. The people at Carthage, in a public meeting lately, said, 'as for Joe, he's a fool, but he's got Some smart men about him.' I'm glad they give me so much credit. It is not every fool that has sense enough to get smart men about him. The Lord does reveal himself to me. I know it. He revealed himself first to me when I was about fourteen years old, a mere boy. I will tell you about it. There was a reformation among the different religious denominations in the neighborhood where I lived, and I became serious and was desirous to know what Church to join. While thinking of this matter, I opened the Testament promiscuously on these words, in James, 'Ask of the Lord who giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth not [James 1:5].' I just determined I'd ask him. I immediately went out into the woods where my father had a clearing, and went to the stump where I had stuck my axe when I had quit work, and I kneeled down, and prayed, saying, '0 Lord, what Church shall I join?' Directly I saw a light, and then a glorious personage in the light, and then another personage, and first personage said to the second, "Behold my beloved Son, hear him." I then, addressed this second person, saying, "0 Lord, what Church shall I join." He replied, "don't join any of them, they are all corrupt." The vision then vanished and when I came to myself, I was sprawling on my back; and it was some time before my strength returned. When I went home and told the people that I had a revelation, and that all the churches were corrupt, they persecuted me, and they have persecuted me ever since. They thought to put me down, but they hav’nt succeeded, and they can’t do it…
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# Joseph Taney v. Penn. National Bank of Reading

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United States Supreme Court
232 U.S. 174
Joseph Taney v. Penn. National Bank of Reading
Argued: December 9 and 10, 1913. --- Decided: January 26, 1914
Mr. Joseph Hill Brinton for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 175-178 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. A. Leo Weil, Lawrence Maxwell Philip S. Zieber, and Thomas Iaeger Snyder for appellee.
Mr. Justice Hughes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Joseph and His Brethren: A Pageant Play

JOSEPH AND·HIS·BRETHREN
JOSEPH AND HIS BRETHREN
BY LOUIS N. PARKER
POMANDER WALK. Novelized from the Play. With illustrations by J. Scott Williams. Sq. 8vo. $1.30 net.Postage 12 cents
DISRAELI. A Play. Illustrated from photographs. 12mo. $1.00 net. Postage 10 cents
JOHN LANE COMPANY PUBLISHERSNEW YORK
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JOSEPH From a Drawing by Dorothy Parker
JOSEPH AND HIS BRETHREN
A PAGEANT PLAY
BY LOUIS N. PARKER Author of "Pomander Walk," "Disraeli," "Drake," etc.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
JOHN LANE COMPANY MCMXIII
Copyright, 1913, by JOHN LANE COMPANY
J. J. Little & Ives Co., New York, U. S. A.
To Henry Rowland Brown
Guide, Philosopher, and Friend
* Note
* Characters
* Illustrations
* Act I
* Act II
* Act III
* Act IV
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# Leaves of Grass (1860)/To a foiled Revolter or Revoltress

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To a Foiled Revolter or Revoltress.
1.Courage! my brother or my sister!
Keep on! Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs;
That is nothing, that is quelled by one or two failures,
or any number of failures, Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people,
or by any unfaithfulness,
Or the show of the tushes of power—soldiers, cannon,
penal statutes.
2.What we believe in waits latent forever through
Asia, Africa, Europe, North and South America,
Australia, Cuba, and all the islands and archipelagoes
of the sea.
3.What we believe in invites no one, promises nothing,
sits in calmness and light, is positive and composed,
knows no discouragement, Waits patiently its time—a year—a century—a
hundred centuries,
4.The battle rages with many a loud alarm and frequent
advance and retreat,
The infidel triumphs—or supposes he triumphs, The prison, scaffold, garrote, hand-cuffs, iron necklace
and anklet, lead-balls, do their work,
The named and unnamed heroes pass to other
spheres, The great speakers and writers are exiled—they lie
sick in distant lands, The cause is asleep—the strongest throats are still,
choked with their own blood,
The young men drop their eyelashes toward the
ground when they meet,
But for all this, liberty has not gone out of the place,
nor the infidel entered into possession.
5.When liberty goes out of a place, it is not the first
to go, nor the second or third to go, It waits for all the rest to go—it is the last.
6.When there are no more memories of the superb
lovers of the nations of the world,
The superb lovers' names scouted in the public
gatherings by the lips of the orators, Boys not christened after them, but christened after
traitors and murderers instead,
Tyrants' and priests' successes really acknowledged
anywhere, for all the ostensible appearance,
You or I walking abroad upon the earth, elated at
the sight of slaves, no matter who they are,
And when all life, and all the Souls of men and women
are discharged from any part of the earth, Then shall the instinct of liberty be discharged from
that part of the earth.
Then shall the infidel and the tyrant come into
possession.
7.Then courage!
For till all ceases, neither must you cease.
8.I do not know what you are for, (I do not what I am
for myself, nor what any thing is for,)
But I will search carefully for it in being foiled,
In defeat, poverty, imprisonment—for they too are
great.
9.Did we think victory great?
So it is—But now it seems to me, when it cannot be
helped, that defeat is great, And that death and dismay are great.
# Leaves of Grass (1860)/To a Pupil

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To a Pupil.
1.Is reform needed? Is it through you?
The greater the reform needed, the greater the Personality you need to accomplish it.
2.You! do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood, complexion, clean and sweet?
Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and Soul, that when you enter the crowd, an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you, and every one is impressed with your personality?
3.O the magnet! the flesh over and over!
Go, mon cher! if need be, give up all else, and commence to-day to inure yourself to pluck, reality,
self-esteem, definiteness, elevatedness,
Rest not, till you rivet and publish yourself of your
own personality.