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# The Window at the White Cat

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The best thing in the book is the description of the political club called the White Cat; that is an invention of genius. The poorest thing is the disappearance of Aunt Jane, which does indeed darken the mystery of the plot, but only by an illegitimate trick on the reader. The author's sense of humor is at times delightful, and, oddly enough, seems not at all out of place in a story of blood and horrors. —The Nation, Oct 1910 {Full review on the Discussion page
THE WINDOW AT THE WHITE CAT
He stopped his nervous pacing and looked down at her
The Window At the White Cat
By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART
Author of "The Circular Staircase," "The Man in Lower Ten," "When a Man Marries"
With Four Illustrations
By ARTHUR I. KELLER
A. L. BURT COMPANY
Copyright 1910 The Bobbs-Merrill Company
Contents
* chapter page
* I. Sentiment and Clues 1
* II. Uneasy Apprehensions 19
* III. Ninety-Eight Pearls 32
* IV. A Thief in the Night 51
* V. Little Miss Jane 66
* VI. A Fountain Pen 83
* VII. Concerning Margery 97
* VIII. Too Late 111
* IX. Only One Eye Closed 124
* X. Breaking The News 141
* XI. A Night in the Fleming Home 165
* XII. My Commission 182
* XIII. Sizzling Metal 197
* XIV. A Walk in the Park 215
* XV. Find the Woman 228
* XVI. Eleven Twenty-Two Again 240
* XVII. His Second Wife 249
* XVIII. Edith's Cousin 262
* XIX. Back to Bellwood 276
* XX. Association of Ideas 294
* XXI. A Proscenium Box 312
* XXII. In the Room Over the Way 325
* XXIII. A Box of Crown Derby 334
* XXIV. Wardrop's Story 347
* XXV. Measure For Measure 358
* XXVI. Lovers and a Letter 372
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 5

May, 1891. (transcription project)
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​ "Gabrielle joined her prayers to her lover's." (An Eighteenth Century Juliet.)
* An Eighteenth Century Juliet by James Mortimer. Illustrations by Paul Hardy.
* A Day with an East-End Photographer. Illustrations by J. L. Wimbush.
* "The Notorious Miss Anstruther," by E. W. Hornung. Illustrations by W. S. Stacey.
* "The Guest of a Cannibal King," by J. E. Muddock, F.R.G.S. Illustrations by F. Bannister.
* Old Stone Signs of London. Illustrations by C. R. B. Barrett.
* "Captain Jones of the 'Rose,'" by W. Clark Russell. Illustrations by W. Christian Symons.
* Child Workers in London. Illustrations by Le Quesne.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Wilson Barrett.
* Sir Provo Wallis.
* George R. Sims.
* Mr. B. L. Farjeon.
* Herr Joachim.
* Arthur W. Pinero.
* Henry A. Jones.
* Miss Mary Rorke.
* Humours of the Post Office, with Fac-similes.
* "Jenny;" from the French of Victor Hugo. Illustrations by Cyrus Johnson.
* The State of the Law Courts; II.—The County Court. Illustrations by A. Ludovici.
* "The Pastor's Daughter of Seiburg", an Episode of the Turkish War; from the German of Julius Theis. Illustrations by A. Pearse.
* Stories of the Victoria Cross: Told by Those who have Won it. Illustrations by Harry Payne and Sidney Paget.
* "The Enchanted Whistle", a Story for Children; from the French of Alexandre Dumas. Illustrations by H. R. Millar.
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# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The War of the Worlds

THE WAR OF THE WORLDS
"But who shall dwell in these Worlds if they be inhabited? . . . Are we or they Lords of the World? . . . And how are all things made for man?"
—Kepler (quoted in "The Anatomy of Melancholy.")
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# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The War of the Worlds/Book 1

BOOK I
THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS
# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The Time Machine/Epilogue

EPILOGUE
One cannot choose but wonder. Will he ever return? It may be that he swept back into the past, and fell among the blood-drinking, hairy savages of the Age of Unpolished Stone; into the abysses of the Cretaceous Sea; or among the grotesque saurians, the huge reptilian brutes of the Jurassic times. He may even now—if I may use the phrase—be wandering on some plesiosaurus-haunted Oolitic coral reef, or beside the lonely saline lakes of the Triassic Age. Or did he go forward, into one of the nearer ages, in which men are still men, but with the riddles of our own time answered and its wearisome problems solved? Into the manhood of the race: for I, for my own part, cannot think that these latter days of weak experiment, fragmentary theory, and mutual discord are indeed man's culminating time! I say, for my own part. He, I know—for the question had been discussed among us long before the Time Machine was made—thought but cheerlessly of the Advancement of Mankind, and saw in the growing pile of civilisation only a foolish heaping that must inevitably fall back upon and destroy its makers in the end. If that is so, it remains for us to live as though it were not so. But to me the future is still black and blank—is a vast ignorance, lit at a few casual places by the memory of his story. And I have by ​me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers—shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle—to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley

* Volume I.
* Volume II. (transcription in progress)
* Volume III. (transcription in progress)
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# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1

THE
WORKS
OF
ABRAHAM COWLEY,
IN THREE VOLUMES.
WITH
A PREFACE, BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL,
BY Samuel Johnson, LL. D.
And Remarks,
BY J. AIKIN, M.D.
VOL. I.
From an Original Portrait Heath Sculp$^t$.
THE
WORKS
OF
ABRAHAM COWLEY,
WITH A
PREFACE,
BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL, BY
Samuel Johnson, LL. D.
Re-edited, WITH NEW BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL MATTER,
BY J. AIKIN, M.D.
Vol. I.
LONDON: PRINTED FOR G. KEARSLEY, FLEET-STREET.
1806.
CONTENTS
OF THE
FIRST VOLUME.
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# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/Age

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# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Pignus Amoris

[PIGNUS AMORIS.]
1.
As by the fix'd decrees of Heaven, 'Tis vain to hope that Joy can last; The dearest boon that Life has given, To me is—visions of the past.
2.
For these this toy of blushing hue I prize with zeal before unknown, It tells me of a Friend I knew, Who loved me for myself alone.
3.
It tells me what how few can say Though all the social tie commend; Recorded in my heart 'twill lay, It tells me mine was once a Friend.
4.
Through many a weary day gone by, With time the gift is dearer grown; And still I view in Memory's eye That teardrop sparkle through my own.
5.
And heartless Age perhaps will smile, Or wonder whence those feelings sprung; Yet let not sterner souls revile, For Both were open, Both were young.
6.
And Youth is sure the only time, When Pleasure blends no base alloy; When Life is blest without a crime, And Innocence resides with Joy.
7.
Let those reprove my feeble Soul, Who laugh to scorn Affection's name; While these impose a harsh controul, All will forgive who feel the same.
8.
Then still I wear my simple toy, With pious care from wreck I'll save it; And this will form a dear employ For dear I was to him who gave it.
? 1806.
* ↑ [From an autograph MS. at Newstead, now for the first time printed.]
* ↑ [For the irregular use of "lay" for "lie," compare "The Adieu" (st. 10, l. 4, p. 241), and the much-disputed line, "And dashest him to earth—there let him lay" (Childe Harold, canto iv. st. 180).]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Remembrance

REMEMBRANCE.
'Tis done!—I saw it in my dreams: No more with Hope the future beams; My days of happiness are few: Chill'd by Misfortune's wintry blast, My dawn of Life is overcast; Love, Hope, and Joy, alike adieu! Would I could add Remembrance too!
1806. [First published, 1832.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., on the Cruelty of his Mistress

REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT, ESQ., ON THE CRUELTY OF HIS MISTRESS.
1.
Why, Pigot, complain Of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, Yet, believe me, a sigh Will never obtain a coquette.
2.
Would you teach her to love? For a time seem to rove; At first she may frown in a pet; But leave her awhile, She shortly will smile, And then you may kiss your coquette.
3.
For such are the airs Of these fanciful fairs, They think all our homage a debt: Yet a partial neglect Soon takes an effect, And humbles the proudest coquette.
4.
Dissemble your pain, And lengthen your chain, And seem her hauteur to regret; If again you shall sigh, She no more will deny, That yours is the rosy coquette.
5.
If still, from false pride, Your pangs she deride, This whimsical virgin forget; Some other admire, Who will melt with your fire, And laugh at the little coquette.
6.
For me, I adore Some twenty or more, And love them most dearly; but yet, Though my heart they enthral, I'd abandon them all, Did they act like your blooming coquette.
7.
No longer repine, Adopt this design, And break through her slight-woven net! Away with despair, No longer forbear To fly from the captious coquette.
8.
Then quit her, my friend! Your bosom defend, Ere quite with her snares you're beset: Lest your deep-wounded heart, When incens'd by the smart, Should lead you to curse the coquette.
October 27, 1806.
* ↑ [The letters "C. B. F. J. B. M." are added, in a lady's hand, in the annotated copy of P. on V. Occasions, p. 14 (British Museum).]
* ↑ But believe me.—[4to]
* ↑ But a partial.—[4to]
* ↑ Nor seem.—[4to. P. on V. Occasions.]
* ↑ But if from false pride.—[4to]
* ↑ But form this design.—[4to]
* ↑ Byron, October 27, 1806.—[4to]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Ossian's Address to the Sun in "Carthon"

[OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN IN "CARTHON."]
Oh! thou that roll'st above thy glorious Fire, Round as the shield which grac'd my godlike Sire, Whence are the beams, O Sun! thy endless blaze, Which far eclipse each minor Glory's rays? Forth in thy Beauty here thou deign'st to shine! Night quits her car, the twinkling stars decline; ​Pallid and cold the Moon descends to cave Her sinking beams beneath the Western wave; But thou still mov'st alone, of light the Source— Who can o'ertake thee in thy fiery course? Oaks of the mountains fall, the rocks decay, Weighed down with years the hills dissolve away. A certain space to yonder Moon is given, She rises, smiles, and then is lost in Heaven. Ocean in sullen murmurs ebbs and flows, But thy bright beam unchanged for ever glows! When Earth is darkened with tempestuous skies, When Thunder shakes the sphere and Lightning flies, Thy face, O Sun, no rolling blasts deform, Thou look'st from clouds and laughest at the Storm. To Ossian, Orb of Light! thou look'st in vain, Nor cans't thou glad his agèd eyes again, Whether thy locks in Orient Beauty stream, Or glimmer through the West with fainter gleam— But thou, perhaps, like me with age must bend; Thy season o'er, thy days will find their end, No more yon azure vault with rays adorn, Lull'd in the clouds, nor hear the voice of Morn. Exult, O Sun, in all thy youthful strength! Age, dark unlovely Age, appears at length, As gleams the moonbeam through the broken cloud While mountain vapours spread their misty shroud— The Northern tempest howls along at last, And wayworn strangers shrink amid the blast. ​Thou rolling Sun who gild'st those rising towers, Fair didst thou shine upon my earlier hours! I hail'd with smiles the cheering rays of Morn, My breast by no tumultuous Passion torn— Now hateful are thy beams which wake no more The sense of joy which thrill'd my breast before; Welcome thou cloudy veil of nightly skies, To thy bright canopy the mourner flies: Once bright, thy Silence lull'd my frame to rest, And Sleep my soul with gentle visions blest; Now wakeful Grief disdains her mild controul, Dark is the night, but darker is my Soul. Ye warring Winds of Heav'n your fury urge, To me congenial sounds your wintry Dirge: Swift as your wings my happier days have past, Keen as your storms is Sorrow's chilling blast; To Tempests thus expos'd my Fate has been, Piercing like yours, like yours, alas! unseen.
1805.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Queries to Casuists

QUERIES TO CASUISTS.
The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning, And always are prating about and about it, But as Love of Existence itself's the beginning, Say, what would Existence itself be without it?
They argue the point with much furious Invective, Though perhaps 'twere no difficult task to confute it; But if Venus and Hymen should once prove defective, Pray who would there be to defend or dispute it?
Byron.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Song

SONG.
1.
Breeze of the night in gentler sighs More softly murmur o'er the billow; For Slumber seals my Fanny's eyes, And Peace must never shun her pillow.
2.
Or breathe those sweet Æolian strains Stolen from celestial spheres above, To charm her ear while some remains, And soothe her soul to dreams of love.
3.
But Breeze of night again forbear, In softest murmurs only sigh; Let not a Zephyr's pinion dare To lift those auburn locks on high.
4.
Chill is thy Breath, thou breeze of night! Oh! ruffle not those lids of Snow; For only Morning's cheering light May wake the beam that lurks below.
5.
Blest be that lip and azure eye! Sweet Fanny, hallowed be thy Sleep! Those lips shall never vent a sigh, Those eyes may never wake to weep.
February 23rd, 1808.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Remind me not, Remind me not

REMIND ME NOT, REMIND ME NOT.
1.
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee; Hours that may never be forgot, Till Time unnerves our vital powers, And thou and I shall cease to be.
2.
Can I forget—canst thou forget, When playing with thy golden hair, How quick thy fluttering heart did move? ​Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet, With eyes so languid, breast so fair, And lips, though silent, breathing love.
3.
When thus reclining on my breast, Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet, As half reproach'd yet rais'd desire, And still we near and nearer prest, And still our glowing lips would meet, As if in kisses to expire.
4.
And then those pensive eyes would close, And bid their lids each other seek, Veiling the azure orbs below; While their long lashes' darken'd gloss Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek, Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow.
5.
I dreamt last night our love return'd, And, sooth to say, that very dream Was sweeter in its phantasy, Than if for other hearts I burn'd, For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam In Rapture's wild reality.
6.
Then tell me not, remind me not, Of hours which, though for ever gone, Can still a pleasing dream restore, Till thou and I shall be forgot, And senseless, as the mouldering stone Which tells that we shall be no more.
Aug. 13, 1808. [First published, 1809.]
* ↑ A Love Song. To ——.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 197.]
* ↑ Remind me not, remind me not.—[MS. L.]
* ↑ Must still.—[MS. L.]
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Usurpation

THE USURPATION.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Vain Love

THE VAIN LOVE.
Loving one first because she could love Nobody, afterwards loving her with Desire.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Waiting-maid

THE WAITING MAID.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Welcome

THE WELCOME.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The given Heart

THE GIVEN HEART.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Weeping

WEEPING.
See where she sits .??
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Wisdom

WISDOM.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Women's Superstition

WOMEN'S SUPERSTITION.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Wish

THE WISH.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Written in Juice of Lemon

WRITTEN IN JUICE OF LEMON.
# The human Image

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From Notebook, p. 107, reversed. 1st draft version of “The Human Abstract” (see Songs of Experience)

#### 1st reading:

The human Image
Pity [written over Mercy] could be no more, [If there was nobody poor del.] If we did not make somebody poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we.
And mutual fear brings Peace, Till the selfish Loves increase: Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his [nets del.] baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears And waters the ground with tears; Then humility takes its root Underneath his foot.
Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head; And the catterpiller & fly Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of deceit, Ruddy & sweet to eat; And the raven his nest has made In its thickest shade.
The Gods of the Earth & Sea Sought thro' nature to find this tree; But their search was all in vain: [Till they sought in the human brain. del.] There grows one in the human brain.
They said this mistery never shall cease; The priest [loves del.] promotes war & the soldier piece.
There souls of men a bought & sold And [cradled del.] milk fed infancy [is sold del.] for gold; And youths to slaughter houses led, And [maidens del.] beauty for a bit of bread. ________

#### 2nd reading:

The human Image
[Mercy] Pity could be no more [If there was nobody poor] If we did not make somebody poor And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we
And mutual fear brings Peace Till the selfish Loves increase Then Cruelty knits a snare And spreads his [nets] baits with care
He sits down with holy fears And waters the ground with tears Then humility takes its root Underneath his foot
Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head And the catterpillar & fly Feed on the Mystery
And it bears the fruit of deceit Ruddy & sweet to eat And the raven his nest has made In its thickest shade
The Gods of the Earth & Sea Sought thro nature to find this tree But their search was all in vain [Till they sought in the human brain] There grows one in the human brain
They said this mistery never shall cease The priest [loves] promotes war and the soldier piece
There souls of men a bought & sold And [cradled] milk fed infancy [is sold] for gold And youth[s] to slaughter houses led And [maidens] beauty for a bit of bread ________

## Wikisource notes

* ↑ "Blake Complete Writings", ed. Geoffrey Keynes, pub. OUP 1966/85, p. 174.
* ↑ William Blake The Complete Poems", ed. Alicia Ostriker, Penguin Books 1977, p. 147-148.
# The humourous adventures of Jump Jim Crow

THE
HUMOUROUS ADVENTURES
OF
Jump Jim Crow.
GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
27
* Jim Crow's first appearance in the gallery
* Jim Crow's personal history
* Jim Crow's visit to church
* Jim Crow's description of Hamlet
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# The humourous adventures of Jump Jim Crow/Jim Crow's description of Hamlet

JIM CROW'S DESCRIPTION OF HAMLET
I sabe up all de pennies, And wid a sixpence toder day, I went to Surry Teatre, To see de Hamlet play; Dey put me in de gallery, In a corner by myself, I look'd like a monkey dere, Grinning on a shelf. Veel about, &c.
Dey pull'd up de curtin, And de first ting I see, Out came Massa Hamlet Wid his 'Be, or not to be'. Den Hamlet grab him uncle, And choke him by de troat, bit And shake him like de debil, De last button off him coat. Veel about, &c
# The humourous adventures of Jump Jim Crow/Jim Crow's first appearance in the gallery

ADVENTURES OF JIM CROW
JIM CROW'S FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE GALLERY.
Here's de leaping Nigger, Berry well you know Him handsome face and figure, Jumping Jim Crow. Turn about wheel about And do jis so; Walk into the gallery And jump Jim Crow.
If you down upon your luck,
Neber care a pin, Noting cures de devils blue Like a hearty grim. Comicalities you've had, To keep de game alive, Four good Numbers, and Jim Crow Now offers No. 5.
Turn about and wheel about, And do jis so; If yon do not split your sides I'm not Jim Crow!
​Of soldier, lawyer, parson, We have seen de phizzes, Barber, tailor, cobbler, and Many real quizzes— Now hab got a fresh lot, As you soon may know, And one that won't be soon forgot, Dat's Jim Crow
Turn about and wheel about, And do jis so; Freely put your threepence down, And jump Jim Crow!
Corporate Nobs in plenty, All great men, no doubt, Berry partial to Champagne, Love a good tuck-out! Of Alderman and Sheriff We'll treat you wid a sketch, And of de ugly customer Dey call Jack Ketch.
Wheel about and turn about, And do jis so; Neber want his sarvice To finish Jim Crow.
Boys you'll find in plenty, Nigger no tell lies, Laugh to see de precious lot, Ebery sort and size— ​Boys who drive cabs patent Furious troo de street, Boy dat take out physic, And boy dat carry meat.
Turn about and wheel about, And do jis so; Trow physic to de dogs, say I, And jump Jim Crow.
Hungry boy of cliarity, Skinny as a rat, Moder's pretty darling boy, Berry plump and fat- Lazy little schoolboy, Boy dat sings out 'pot,' Wid many other rum boys, Nigger hab forgot.
Turn about, wheel about, And do jis so; Come and have a dish of fun, And jump Jim Crow.
Here you'll find how coaches Travell'd long ago, Neber no capsizing, Berry sure, but slow; Den see how much quicker Modern stages run, Berry fast, but not so safe, Break de neck like fun.
Turn about and wheel about, &c. ​By and by dose coach Go widout a team, Engineer for Jarvey, Rattle on by steam; Crack goes de boiler, Shocking ting, you know, Better pad de hoof wid me, And jump Jim Crow.
Turn about and wheel about, And do jis so; Berry bad when boiler crack, And smash Jim Crow.