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# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Jack, Robert Logan

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​Jack, Robert Logan, F.G.S., F.R.G.S., Government Geologist, Queensland, is the son of Robert Jack and Margaret (Logan) his wife. He was born on Sept. 16th, 1845, at Irvine, Argyllshire, Scotland, and was educated at the Academy there and at Edinburgh University. He was employed on the Geological Survey of Scotland from 1867 to 1871, was married at Glasgow on April 10th, 1877, to Miss Janet Simpson, and arrived in Australia in July of that year, where he was employed by the Queensland Government as Geological Surveyor. In 1880 Mr. Jack explored some portion of the Cape York peninsula, principally with the view of ascertaining whether the country was auriferous. The party suffered greatly from the heavy rainfall, and the natives were also hostile, Mr. Jack being speared through the neck in the same locality where Kennedy lost his life in 1848. On this expedition Mr. Jack mapped in the river system up the peninsula, which had previously been traversed (on the west coast) only by the brothers Jardine in 1864. Mr. Jack is the author of numerous reports on the geology of Scotland and Queensland, of "The Handbook of Queensland Geology" (1886), "Mineral Wealth of Queensland" (1888), and conjointly with Mr. Robert Etheridge, Palaeontologist to the Australian Museum and Geological Survey of New South Wales, of "Geology and Palaeontology of Queensland and New Guinea" (1882). Mr. Jack was President of the Geology Section of the Australasian Association for the Advancement of Science at the meeting held in Sydney in 1888. His elder brother, William Jack, LL.D., is Professor of Mathematics in Glasgow University.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Jefferis, Rev. James

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​Jefferis, Rev. James, LL.B., was born at Bristol in 1833, and educated for the Congregational ministry at New College, London, and at London University, where he graduated B.A. and LL.B., and was afterwards appointed to a Congregational church at Saltaire, near Bradford. He left for Australia in broken health, in 1859, and settled at Adelaide, where, during his eighteen years' residence, he gained a high repute as a preacher, speaker, and writer. He also acted as professor of mathematics and natural science in Union College, an institution for the education of young men for the ministry, but not attached to any particular denomination. It was to this college that Sir W. W. Hughes wished at first to give the £20,000 which, at Mr. Jefferis' suggestion, he ultimately decided to make the nucleus for the establishment of the now flourishing University of Adelaide. Mr. Jefferis undertook the pastorate of the Congregational Church in Pitt Street, Sydney, in 1877, and retained it till 1890, when he returned to England, and accepted the charge of the Collegiate Church at Hampstead.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Strong I stand, though I have borne

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Strong I stand, though I have borne Anger, hate, and bitter scorn; Strong I stand, and laugh to see How mankind have fought with me.
Shade of history, I condemn All the puny ways of men; Free my heart, my spirit free, Beckon, and I'll follow thee.
False and foolish mortal know, If you scorn the world's disdain, Your mean soul is far below Other worms, however vain.
Thing of Dust, with boundless pride, Dare you ask me for a guide? With the humble I will be; Haughty men are naught to me.
November 1837.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Stanzas (1)

XIX
STANZAS
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, There's nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world grieve me, While thy heart suffers there.
I'll not weep, because the summer's glory Must always end in gloom; And, follow out the happiest story— It closes with a tomb!
And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair.
So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Song (7)

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SONG
O between distress and pleasure Fond affection cannot be! Wretched hearts in vain would treasure Friendship's joys when others flee.
Well I know thine eye would never Smile when mine grieved willingly; Yet I know thine eye for ever Could not weep in sympathy.
Let us part; the time is over When I thought and felt like thee; I will be an ocean rover, I will sail the desert sea.
Isles there are beyond its billow, Lands where woe may wander free; And beloved, thy midnight pillow Will be soft unwatched by me.
Not on each returning morrow, When thy heart bounds ardently, Needst thou then dissemble sorrow, Marking my despondency. ​Day by day some dreary token Will forsake thy memory, Till at last, all old links broken, I shall be a dream to thee.
October 15, 1839.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Stanzas (2)

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STANZAS
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning For idle dreams of things which cannot be:
To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region; Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear; And visions rising, legion after legion, Bring the unreal world too strangely near.
I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell: The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Song (5)

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SONG
Geraldine, the moon is shining With so soft, so bright a ray; Seems it not that eve's declining Ushered in a fairer day?
While the wind is whispering only, Fair across the water borne; Let us in this silence lonely Sit beneath the ancient thorn.
Wild the road, and rough and dreary; Barren all the moorland round; Rude the couch that rests us weary; Mossy stone and heathy ground.
But when winter storms were meeting In the moonless midnight dome, Did we heed the tempests beating, Howling round our spirits' home?
No; that tree with branches riven Whitening in the whirl of snow, As it tossed against the heaven, Sheltered happy hearts below.
And at Autumn's mild returning Shall our feet forget the way? And in Cynthia's silvan morning, Geraldine, wilt thou delay?
October 17, 1838.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Stars

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STARS
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky?
All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine, And, with a full heart's thankful sighs, I blessed that watch divine.
I was at peace, and drank your beams As they were life to me; And revelled in my changeful dreams, Like petrel on the sea.
Thought followed thought, star followed star Through boundless regions, on; While one sweet influence, near and far, Thrilled through, and proved us one!
Why did the morning dawn to break So great, so pure, a spell; And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek, Where your cool radiance fell? ​Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight, His fierce beams struck my brow; The soul of nature sprang, elate, But mine sank sad and low!
My lids closed down, yet through their veil I saw him, blazing, still, And steep in gold the misty dale, And flash upon the hill.
I turned me to the pillow, then, To call back night, and see Your worlds of solemn light, again, Throb with my heart, and me!
It would not do—the pillow glowed, And glowed both roof and floor; And birds sang loudly in the wood, And fresh winds shook the door;
The curtains waved, the wakened flies Were murmuring round my room, Imprisoned there, till I should rise, And give them leave to roam.
Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh, night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn; ​That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew; Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you!
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Still beside that dreary water

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Still beside that dreary water Stood beneath the cold moon's ray, Thinking on the deed of slaughter On his heart that darkly lay.
Soft the voice that broke his dreaming, Stealing through the silent air, Yet before the raven's screaming, He had heard regardless there.
Once his name was sweetly uttered, Then the echo died away; But each pulse in horror fluttered, As the life would pass away.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Song (6)

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King Julius left the south country, His banners all bravely flying; His followers went out with Jubilee, But they shall return with sighing.
Loud arose the triumphal hymn, The drums were loudly rolling; Yet you might have heard in distant din How a passing bell was tolling.
The sward so bright from battles won, With unseen rust is fretting; The evening comes before the noon, The scarce risen sun is setting.
While princes hang upon his breath And nations round are fearing, Close by his side a daggered death With sheathless point stands sneering.
That Death he took a certain aim, For Death is stony-hearted; And in the zenith of his fame Both power and life departed.
April 20, 1839.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Start not! upon the minster wall

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Start not! upon the minster wall Sunshine is shed in holy calm, And lonely though my footsteps fall, The saints shall shelter thee from harm.
Shrink not if it be summer noon, This shadow should night's welcome be; These stairs are steep, but landed soon We'll rest us long and quietly.
What though our path be o'er the dead, They slumber soundly in the tomb; And why should mortals fear to tread The pathway to their future home?
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Stanzas To——

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STANZAS TO——
Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, And some may quite forget thy name; But my sad heart must ever mourn Thy ruined hopes, thy blighted fame! 'Twas thus I thought, an hour ago, Even weeping o'er that wretch's woe; One word turned back my gushing tears, And lit my altered eye with sneers. Then 'Bless the friendly dust,' I said, 'That hides thy unlamented head! Vain as thou wert, and weak as vain, The slave of Falsehood, Pride, and Pain— My heart has nought akin to thine; Thy soul is powerless over mine.' But these were thoughts that vanished too; Unwise, unholy, and untrue: Do I despise the timid deer, Because his limbs are fleet with fear? Or, would I mock the wolf's death-howl, Because his form is gaunt and foul? Or, hear with joy the leveret's cry, Because it cannot bravely die? No! Then above his memory Let Pity's heart as tender be; Say, 'Earth, lie lightly on that breast, And, kind Heaven, grant that spirit rest!'
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Bohemians in Canada

BOHEMIANS IN CANADA
If war comes between the United States and the Central Powers, Bohemians in the Republic will be very much in the same position in which Bohemians in the Dominion found themselves in 1914. Those that were not naturalized were considered alien enemies, being subjects of the Austrian Emperor. At that time the Canadian government had no time or inclination to pay attention to the impassioned protests of the Czechs that their hearts were on the side of the Allies. Bohemians in Canada are few, some four thousand all told, scattered from Nova Scotia to British Columbia, mostly laborers and farmers, lacking leaders whose voice would be heard in Ottawa. Many were interned, others had to report themselves regularly to the police, and all suffered much from the suspicion with which Canadians looked upon all foreigners coming from Austria. When the government of the Dominion found time to study the problem of the interned aliens, it followed the example of the imperial government and declared the Czechs or Bohemians, as well as the Slovaks, a friendly race. The Bohemian National Alliance of America, to which at first the Canadian Czechs attached themselves, was recognized in Ottawa as the spokesman of this people, and two representatives of this organization visited Canada in 1915 to procure the release of their interned countrymen and to inform the Canadian people of the sentiments of Bohemians. But the most powerful agent in convincing Canada of the friendly feelings of this “Austrian” race was the action of the Canadian residents of Czech birth by volunteering for army service. In Michel, B. C, all the physically fit members of the local Bohemian National Alliance joined the army and are now in England. In Portage la Prairie, Man., seventy Bohemian volunteers are training with the 223rd Batallion, and they expect to grow into a full company before they are sent across the ocean. In every province of the Dominion there were Bohemian volunteers, and the Bohemian National Alliance of Canada, an or​ganization independent of a similar body in the United States, is centering its efforts on the enlistment of the remaining eligible members of this race.
The lesson of Canada for Bohemians in the United States and above all for those who are not naturalized, is evident. If war comes, it will not do to talk about the hate of Czechs for Austrian tyranny. When the President calls for volunteers, those of the Czech race, citizens or aliens, must respond promptly.
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Bohemians are known in Canada

BOHEMIANS ARE KNOWN IN CANADA
An interesting little story from Canada has just reached the editor. It shows that the Bohemian people and their principal organization, the Bohemian National Alliance, enjoy the confidence of the Canadian authorities. Soon after the outbreak of the war all alien enemies in Canada were compelled to register and report at regular intervals to the police. A Bohemian in a city in Ontario, ignorant of the English language and reading only Bohemian papers from the United States, did not learn of this requirement, until nearly three years later. He was very much perturbed about it, not knowing whether he should come forward and submit to a severe penalty for violating the law, or say nothing in the hope that the authorities had overlooked his case and would not trouble him. His doubts were resolved suddenly, when a police officer called at his home in his absence and left him a notice to show up at the police headquarters next morning. He obeyed, full of apprehension, because technically he was an Austrian subject. When asked for his nationality, he stated boldly that he was Bohemian and produced his membership card from the Winnipeg office of the Alliance with his photo, identifying him as a good Bohemian. The officer looked at it uncertainly, took it inside to the chief and came out saying: “You are all right. Keep this card; you need not register.”
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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/II Panditji Maharaj

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Bombay,
20th September, 1892.
Dear Panditji Mahârâj,
Your letter has reached me duly. I do not know why I should be undeservingly praised. "None is good, save One, that is, God", as the Lord Jesus bath said. The rest are only tools in His hands. "Gloria in Excelsis", "Glory unto God in the highest", and unto men that deserve, but not to such an undeserving one like me. Here "the servant is not worthy of the hire"; and a Fakir, especially, has no right to any praise whatsoever, for would you praise your servant for simply doing his duty?
. . . My unbounded gratitude to Pandit Sundarlalji, and to my Professor for this kind remembrance of me.
Now I would tell you something else. The Hindu mind was ever deductive and never synthetic or inductive. In all our philosophies, we always find hair-splitting arguments, taking for granted some general proposition, but the proposition itself may be as childish as possible. Nobody ever asked or searched the truth of these general propositions. Therefore independent thought we have almost none to speak of, and hence the dearth of those sciences which are the results of observation and generalization. And why was it thus? — From two causes: The tremendous heat of the climate forcing us to love rest and contemplation better than activity, and the Brâhmins as priests never undertaking journeys or voyages to distant lands. There were voyagers and people who travelled far; but they were almost always traders, i.e. people from whom priestcraft and their own sole love for gain had taken away all capacity for intellectual development. So their observations, instead of adding to the store of human knowledge, rather degenerated it; for their observations were bad and their accounts exaggerated and tortured into fantastical shapes, until they passed all recognition.
So you see, we must travel, we must go to foreign parts. We must see how the engine of society works in other countries, and keep free and open communication with what is going on in the minds of other nations, if we really want to be a nation again. And over and above all, we must cease to tyrannise. To what a ludicrous state are we brought! If a Bhângi comes to anybody as a Bhangi, he would be shunned as the plague; but no sooner does he get a cupful of water poured upon his head with some mutterings of prayers by a Pâdri, and get a coat on his back, no matter how threadbare, and come into the room of the most orthodox Hindu — I don't see the man who then dare refuse him a chair and a hearty shake of the hands! Irony can go no further. And come and see what they, the Pâdris, are doing here in the Dakshin (south). They are converting the lower classes by lakhs; and in Travancore, the most priestridden country in India — where every bit of land is owned by the Brahmins . . . nearly one-fourth has become Christian! And I cannot blame them; what part have they in David and what in Jesse? When, when, O Lords shall man be brother to man?
Yours, Vivekananda.

## Notes

* ↑ Pandit Shankarlal of Khetri.
* ↑ With whom he read the Mahâ-Bhâshya on Pânini.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/IX Sharat

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U. S. A., 20th May, 1894.
My Dear Sharat (Saradananda),
I am in receipt of your letter and am glad to learn that Shashi (Ramakrishnananda) is all right. Now I tell you a curious fact. Whenever anyone of you is sick, let him himself or anyone of you visualise him in your mind, and mentally say and strongly imagine that he is all right. That will cure him quickly. You can do it even without his knowledge, and even with thousands of miles between you. Remember it and do not be ill any more. You have received the money by this time. If you all like, you can give to Gopal Rs. 300/- from the amount I sent for the Math. I have no more to send now. I have to look after Madras now.
I cannot understand why Sanyal is so miserable on account of his daughters' marriage. After all, he is going to drag his daughters through the dirty Samsâra (world) which he himself wants to escape! I can have but one opinion of that — condemnation! I hate the very name of marriage, in regard to a boy or a girl. Do you mean to say that I have to help in putting someone into bondage, you fool! If my brother Mohin marries, I will throw him off. I am very decided about that. . . .
Yours in love, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/LIII Alasinga

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London, 24th October, 1895.
Dear Alasinga,
. . . I have already delivered my first address, and you may see how well it has been received by the notice in the Standard. The Standard is one of the most influential conservative papers. I am going to be in London for a month, then I go off to America and shall come back again next summer. So far you see the seed is well sown in England. . . .
Take courage and work on. Patience and steady work — this is the only way. Go on; remember — patience and purity and courage and steady work. . . . So long as you are pure, and true to your principles, you will never fail — Mother will never leave you, and all blessings will be yours.
Yours with love, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/LIX Alasinga

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Boston, 23rd March, 1896.
Dear Alasinga,
. . . One of my new Sannyâsins is indeed a woman. . . . The others are men. I am going to make some more in England and take them over to India with me. These "white" faces will have more influence in India than the Hindus; moreover, they are vigorous, the Hindus are dead. The only hope of India is from the masses. The upper classes are physically and morally dead. . . .
My success is due to my popular style — the greatness of a teacher consists in the simplicity of his language.
. . . I am going to England next month. I am afraid I have worked too much; my nerves are almost shattered by this long-continued work. I don't want you to sympathise, but only I write this so that you may not expect much from me now. Work on, the best way you can. I have very little hope of being able to do great things now. I am glad, however, that a good deal of literature has been created by taking down stenographic notes of my lectures. Four books are ready. . . . Well, I am satisfied that I have tried my best to do good, and shall have a clear conscience when I retire from work and sit down in a cave.
With love and blessings to all, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/LIV Alasinga

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London, 18th November, 1895.
Dear Alasinga,
. . . In England my work is really splendid, I am astonished myself at it. The English people do not: talk much in the newspapers, but they work silently. I am sure of more work in England than in America. Bands and bands come, and I have no room for so many; so they squat on the floor, ladies and all. I tell them to imagine that they are under the sky of India, under a spreading banyan, and they like the idea. I shall have to go away next week, and they are so sorry. Some think my work here will be hurt a little if I go away so soon. I do not think so. I do not depend on men or things. The Lord alone I depend upon — and He works through me.
. . . Please everybody without becoming a hypocrite and without being a coward. Hold on to your own ideas with strength and purity, and whatever obstructions may now be in your way, the world is bound to listen to you in the long run. . . .
I have no time even to die, as the Bengalis say. I work, work, work, and earn my own bread and help my country, and this all alone, and then get only criticism from friends and foes for all that! Well, you are but children, I shall have to bear everything. I have sent for a Sannyâsin from Calcutta and shall leave him to work in London. I want one more for America — I want my own man. Guru-Bhakti is the foundation of all spiritual development.
. . . I am really tired from incessant work. Any other Hindu would have died if he had to work as hard as I have to. . . . I want to go to India for a long rest. . . .
Ever yours with love and blessings, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/LI Friend

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Hotel Continental, 3 Rue Castiglione, Paris, 26th August, 1895.
Dear Friend,
I arrived here day before yesterday. I came over to this country as the guest of an American friend who is going to be married here next week.
I shall have to stop here with him till that time; and after that I shall be free to come to London.
Eagerly anticipating the joy of meeting you,
Ever yours in Sat, Vivekananda.