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# The New Student's Reference Work/Aristotle

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Aristotle (är′ is-tŏt-l), the greatest of all the Greek philosophers, was born at Stageira in Thrace, 384 B. C. His father was a physician, and his own early education was in that direction. In his eighteenth year he went to Athens and became the pupil of Plato, who called him the “Intellect of the School.” He stayed at Athens twenty years, until the death of Plato, 347 B. C., when he went to Atarneas in Mysia and afterward to Mitylene. In the year 342 B. C., he was invited by Philip, king of Macedon, to educate his son Alexander in Macedonia. When Alexander set out on his expedition to Asia, 334 B. C., Aristotle returned to Athens, where at the age of fifty, he opened a school called the Lyceum, from its nearness to the temple of Apollo Lyceius. His school and pupils were called the Peripatetics, from his habit of walking up and down in the garden while giving his lectures. After the death of Alexander, he was accused of impiety by the party in power. With the fate of Socrates before his eyes, he chose a timely escape and fled to Chalcis in Eubœa, where he died 322 B. C. Many of his writings are lost; of those that remain, his Logic, Rhetoric, Poetics and Meteorologies are the most important. He almost created the science of logic and also that of natural science. In philosophy no one can be named whose influence has been greater or more lasting.
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# The New Student's Reference Work/Ariosto, Ludovico

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Arios'to, Ludovico, a famous Italian poet, was born at Reggio near Modena in 1474, the eldest of ten children. As a boy he showed ability and taste in composition, but at the wish of his father he studied law. After a trial of five years he gave up the attempt, and turned to the study of the classics, and devoted himself to literature as a profession. A few lyrical poems gained him as a patron the son of the Duke of Ferrara, and he spent some years in his service. The death of his father left him to support the family, and compelled him to give more time to the service of his patron, but meanwhile he was producing his great poem Orlando Furioso, a work at which he toiled for some ten years. Its appearance made him famous. His patron alone treated the poem with contempt, and soon dismissed Ariosto from his service. The Duke of Ferrara then became his patron, and made him governor of a small district. After three years of successful rule he returned to Ferrara, where he lived till his death in 1533. Besides his great poem, he wrote a number of comedies and satires, and a theater was built for the playing of his pieces. The Orlando Furioso still stands in Italy at the head of all poems of chivalry, and has been translated into many languages. The plot is taken from the wars of the time of Charles the Great.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Aristides

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Aristi′des (är′ is-tī′ dēz), called the Just, was one of the statesmen of Athens, and helped to build up the greatness of his city. At the battle of Marathon, 490 B. C., he was one of the ten generals of the Athenians. He persuaded the others to give up their day of command to Miltiades, who was the most skillful commander. His rival at Athens was Themistocles and the contest between the two leaders grew so bitter, that it was deemed best to exile one of them by vote. When the vote was being taken, a man who did not know Aristides asked him to write for him the name Aristides on the shell which was used as a ballot. “Has he done you any injury?” asked Aristides. “No,” was the reply, “but I am tired of hearing him called ‘Aristides the Just.’” Aristides was banished for ten years; but in 480, when his country was in great danger from the Persians, he returned on the eve of the battle of Salamis, and helped his rival Themistocles. He also commanded the Athenians at the battle of Platæa. When many of the states decided to form an alliance against Persia, with Athens at its head, Aristides, because of his well-known honesty and fairness, was chosen to make the arrangements and to assess the expenses of the war on the different states. He died so poor about the year 468 B. C. that he was buried at the public cost; but he had done so much for Athens that the government gave his daughters dowries and his son a landed estate.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Arkansas (river)

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Arkansas (är'kan-saw), a river of the United States and, next to the Missouri, the longest tributary of the Mississippi. It rises in the Rocky Mountains, and has a length of over 2,000 miles. After breaking through the Colorado canons, it flows through Kansas, Oklahoma and Indian Territory, and cuts Arkansas into nearly equal parts. It is navigable to Fort Smith and, in high water, to Fort Gibson, 462 miles.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Arkansas City

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Arkansas City, a city in Cowley County, Southern Kansas, at the junction of the Walnut River with the Arkansas. A canal uniting these two streams furnishes the city with water-power for manufacturing purposes. Settled in 1870, the city was incorporated in the following year. Its trade consists largely of agricultural implements, windmills, wire and mattress factories, flour and lumber mills, etc., which it supplies to the Indian posts and agencies in Oklahoma. The U. S. Indian school is located near here, besides high and primary schools for whites. It is also well furnished with other public buildings, theaters and opera houses. Its trade is served by the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe, the Missouri Pacific and the St. Louis & San Francisco Railways. Population (1910), 7,508.
# The North Star (Rochester)/1847/12/03/Boston advertisements

CLARKSON, LONDON EDITION—WITH PORTRAIT.
A few copies of CLARKSON'S HISTORY OF THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE, with prefatory remarks on the subsequent abolition of Slavery; a beautiful London edition, with a fine Portrait of the Author, done on steel,—a book which could not be imported for less than three dollars, can be had at 21, Cornhill, if applied for immediately, at the very low price of One Dollar, cash. Also, EULOGIUM ON CLARKSON, by Alexander Crummell, at the reduced price of twelve and a half cents.
ROBERT MORRIS, Jr., Attorney and Counsellor at Law, Brazer's Building, State Street.
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MACON B. ALLEN, Attorney and Counsellor at at Law, Massachusetts Block.
BOYS' CLOTHING.
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JOHN WRIGHT keeps constantly on hand a great variety of New and Second Hand Clothing. Goods of all kinds, such as old clothes, W. I. goods, Watches, Boots and Shoes, &c., exchanged for new clothing. Cash advanced on all kinds of goods, from one to one hundred dollars.
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# The North Star (Rochester)/1847/12/03/A sister rescued from slavery

A SISTER RESCUED FROM SLAVERY.
There has just left our office, an amiable, kind, and intelligent looking young woman, about eighteen years of age, on her way from slavery. A rehearsal of her sad story thrilled us with emotions which we lack words to express. On her right arm between her wrist and elbow, the initials of the name of her infernal master, is cut in large capitals. Oh! the wretch!
# The North Star (Rochester)/1847/12/03/Advice

​The Editor of the Chicago Democrat perpetrates the following good advice. It is truly multum in parvo.
"Wives love your husbands and make them take a paper!"
# The North Star (Rochester)/1847/12/03/A kind-hearted child

A KIND-HEARTED CHILD.
There is nearly in front of our office, an old pump—a kind of town pump which every one mar use, and whose wet and bespattered base speaks plainer than sign boards could do, of water for man and horses; and a very excellent pump it is, too—never out of order, easily worked, and furnishing the purest, clearest, coolest water in the world. Many a thirsty school boy and omnibus driver has refreshed himself at that pump—the trackmen and draymen stop there and the old iron ladle that hangs by its side has been pressed to many a sweet and pretty lip. It is no unusual thing, just after school hours, to see some little fellow, with his satchel over his shoulder, working away at the handle for ten minutes at a time, till all who have gathered around it have been supplied with drink. But yesterday the pump was honored as though an angel had blessed it. A rosy cheeked girl, her face half hid in a flood of glorious curls, came bouncing by, driving her hoop, as the old, decrepid apple women, whom every body knows, and whom no one passes without giving her a penny, was endeavoring to obtain a drink. She had set down her basket, but bent nearly double by the weight of her years and sorrows, was still compelled to lean upon her staff. The little Hebe saw the difficulty, and was in an instant at the handle. Holding the ladle until it was filled, she carried it gently to the lips of the old lady, then filled it again, while the warm, grateful thanks of the poor woman called the crimson to her cheek, which as she hurried away was deepened by the consciousness that she was observed. We shall ever remember that girl, and the joyous satisfaction with which she performed a good and kind action to the aged. The scene, and the hearty thanks of the old lady, called forcibly to mind, and not altogether inappropriately, the beautiful thought in Talford's tragedy of Ion:
———"It's a little thing To give a cup of water, yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, May send a shock of pleasure to the soul, More exquisite than when nectarious juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours."
# The Old Huntsman and Other Poems/The Redeemer

Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep;
It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk in beds lay snug asleep;
There, with much work to do before the light,
We lugged our clay-sucked boots as best we might
Along the trench; sometimes a bullet sang,
And droning shells burst with a hollow bang;
We were soaked, chilled and wretched, every one;
Darkness; the distant wink of a huge gun.
I turned in the black ditch, loathing the storm;
A rocket fizzed and burned with blanching flare,
And lit the face of what had been a form
Floundering in mirk. He stood before me there;
I say that He was Christ; stiff in the glare,
And leaning forward from His burdening task,
Both arms supporting it; His eyes on mine
Stared from the woeful head that seemed a mask
Of mortal pain in Hell's unholy shine.
No thorny crown, only a woollen cap
He wore-an English soldier, white and strong,
Who loved his time like any simple chap,
Good days of work and sport and homely song;
Now he has learned that nights are very long,
And dawn a watching of the windowed sky.
But to the end, unjudging, he'll endure
Horror and pain, not uncontent to die
That Lancaster on Lune may stand secure.
He faced me, reeling in his weariness,
Shouldering his load of planks, so hard to bear.
I say that He was Christ, who wrought to bless
All groping things with freedom bright as air,
And with His mercy washed and made them fair.
Then the flame sank, and all grew black as pitch,
While we began to struggle along the ditch;
And someone flung his burden in the muck,
Mumbling: 'O Christ Almighty, now I'm stuck!'
# The Old Huntsman and Other Poems/They

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1916 poem that disparages the attitude of the established church to the Great War
The Bishop tells us: 'When the boys come back 'They will not be the same; for they'll have fought 'In a just cause: they lead the last attack 'On Anti-Christ; their comrades' blood has bought 'New right to breed an honourable race, 'They have challenged Death and dared him face to face.'
'We're none of us the same!' the boys reply. 'For George lost both his legs; and Bill's stone blind; 'Poor Jim's shot through the lungs and like to die; 'And Bert's gone syphilitic: you'll not find 'A chap who's served that hasn't found some change.' And the Bishop said: 'The ways of God are strange!'
# The Old Maid

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* "The Old Maid", a poem by Annie Lanman Angier
* The Old Maid (Balzac), a novella by Honoré de Balzac
* "The Old Maid (Teasdale)", a poem by Sara Teasdale
* "The Old Maid", a poem by Amelia Welby
# The Old Huntsman and Other Poems/The Death-Bed

He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of amber light, Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep. Silence and safety; and his mortal shore Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death.
Someone was holding water to his mouth. He swallowed, unresisting; moaned and dropped Through crimson gloom to darkness; and forgot The opiate throb and ache that was his wound.  Water—calm, sliding green above the weir.  Water—a sky-lit alley for his boat,  Bird-voiced, and bordered with reflected flowers  And shaken hues of summer; drifting down,  He dipped contented oars, and sighed, and slept.
Night, with a gust of wind, was in the ward, Blowing the curtain to a glimmering curve. Night. He was blind; he could not see the stars Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud; Queer blots of colour, purple, scarlet, green, Flickered and faded in his drowning eyes.
Rain—he could hear it rustling through the dark;
Fragrance and passionless music woven as one;
Warm rain on drooping roses; pattering showers
That soak the woods; not the harsh rain that sweeps Behind the thunder, but a trickling peace,
Gently and slowly washing life away.  . . . .
He stirred, shifting his body; then the pain
Leapt like a prowling beast, and gripped and tore
His groping dreams with grinding claws and fangs.  But someone was beside him; soon he lay
 Shuddering because that evil thing had passed.
 And death, who’d stepped toward him, paused and stared.
  Light many lamps and gather round his bed.
Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live. Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.
He’s young; he hated War; how should he die
When cruel old campaigners win safe through?
  But death replied: ‘I choose him.’ So he went,
And there was silence in the summer night; Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.
Then, far away, the thudding of the guns.
# The Old Lion

Perry index 481
* "Of the Lyon of the Wylde Bore of the Bole & of the Aſſe", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "An Old Lion", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Old Lion", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Sick Lion", translated by Joseph Jacobs, edited by Joseph Jacobs, illustrated by Richard Heighway, in The Fables of Æsop (1894)
* "The Old Lion", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Old Huntsman and Other Poems/The Hero

‘Jack fell as he’d have wished,’ the Mother said, And folded up the letter that she’d read. ‘The Colonel writes so nicely.’ Something broke In the tired voice that quavered to a choke. She half looked up. ‘We mothers are so proud Of our dead soldiers.’ Then her face was bowed.
Quietly the Brother Officer went out. He’d told the poor old dear some gallant lies That she would nourish all her days, no doubt. For while he coughed and mumbled, her weak eyes Had shone with gentle triumph, brimmed with joy, Because he’d been so brave, her glorious boy.
He thought how ‘Jack’, cold-footed, useless swine, Had panicked down the trench that night the mine Went up at Wicked Corner; how he’d tried To get sent home, and how, at last, he died, Blown to small bits. And no one seemed to care Except that lonely woman with white hair.
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# The Outlaw (Marriott Watson)

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THE OUTLAW.
BEING THE NARRATION OF A PORTION OF THE CAREER OF OLIVER CHALLEN, CAPTAIN R.A.
By H. B. Marriott Watson
* The Shuttered House May 1900
* The Two Cabs and the Oven June 1900
* The Oak Chest July 1900
* The House on the Canal Aug. 1900
* Cherry Wharf Sept. 1900
Copyright 1900 by Henry Brereton Marriott Watson.
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# The Old Man of the Mountain/13

Up in the mountains everything was now quiet. Balthasar, as well as his treacherous old friend, was in his grave. William, as he had formerly been called, arrived there with his mother to take possession of the estate. The mayor and Edward gave everything up to him; and when the surrender was completed, and Edward was left alone with the mother and son, William thus interrupted their silent meditations:
— Now we are all among friends, my dear Edward, and I may talk with perfect frankness to you, and shew my gratitude, if you choose so to call it, for your former kindness. One night, when I was here, and had been copying papers till very late, I was lockt into the anteroom; the door had been fastened on the outside, and I did not like to make a noise and call up the servants, more especially as Herr Balthasar used to be much annoyed and worried by any disturbance. During the night, while I kept perfectly still, I heard the unhappy old man walking to and fro in his room, sometimes sighing heavily, sometimes moaning and wailing as he talkt to himself. They were not merely broken sounds and exclamations; but it seemed to be his custom to talk over sundry events of his life, as if he was speaking to some invisible person. Thus I heard the story of his youth, of his intolerable woes, but at the same time of his love for Edward, and what part of his fortune he meant to leave him. The chief thing however, and what toucht me most, was to learn that Rose was not his adopted, but his real daughter. His self-reproaches, his lamentations over her deceast mother, his bursts of pity for Rose, were heart-rending. Now then, my beloved mother and my dear Edward, what remains for us to do? Our conscience, if we consult it honestly, declares that Rose is his true rightful heir, and ought to have the largest part of his fortune.
After this declaration his mother treated the lovely girl as a beloved daughter; and on the same day on which William celebrated his wedding, Edward had also the happiness of receiving Rose as his bride. The fortune was divided; Edward continued to manage all the most important affairs; and a happy joyful family inhabited and enlivened the old house, which lost its gloomy character, and often resounded with music, songs, and dancing, to the delight of all the inhabitants of the little town.
The End
# The Old Man of the Mountain

Ludwig Tieck's novella The Old Man of the Mountain (Der Alte vom Berge) was written in 1825 and first published in Breslau in 1828 in Der Alte vom Berge und Die Gesellschaft auf dem Lande. Zwei Novellen von Ludwig Tieck.
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# The New Student's Reference Work/Vol V/Title Page

THE NEW
STUDENT'S REFERENCE WORK
FOR
TEACHERS, STUDENTS AND FAMILIES
EDITED BY CHANDLER B. BEACH, A.M.
ASSOCIATE EDITOR FRANK MORTON McMURRY, Ph.D.
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CHICAGO F. E. COMPTON AND COMPANY 1914
# The New Student's Reference Work/Vol IV:7

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# The New Student's Reference Work/Vol V/verso

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# The New Student's Reference Work/Vol V:10

| Z — Zion | Zionism — Zygote |
| Z Zacatecas Zahm, John Augustus Zama, The Battle of Zambezi River and Region Zambezia Zanesville, O. Zangwill, Israel Zanzibar Zebra Zebu Zechariah Zeeman Effect Zeisberger, David Zemstvos Zend-Avesta Zenith Zeno Zenobia Zeus Zilleh Zinc Zinc-Etching Zinc-White Zion, Mount | Zionism and the Zionist Movement Ziska, John Zodiac Zodiacal Light Zola, Émile Zone Zoölogy Zoöphyte Zoöspore Zoroaster Zouaves Zulu Zululand Zuñi Zürich (city) Zürich (lake) Zuyder Zee Zwingli, Ulrich Zygomorphous Flowers Zygospore Zygote |
# The New Student's Reference Work/Vol IV:4

| Q — Quicksilver | Quiller — Quito |
| Q Quadrant Quadrilateral Quadruple Alliance Quæstor Quagga Quahaug Quail Quakers Quarantine Quarrying Quartermaster Quartet Quartz Quassia Quebec, Can. Quebec Queen Charlotte Islands Queen Charlotte Sound Queensland Queenstown Queretaro Quern Quicksand Quicksilver | Quiller-Couch, A. T. Quin, James Quince Quincy, Ill. Quincy, Mass. Quincy, Josiah Quinine Quinoa Quintilian, M. Fabius Quintilianus Quipu Quito |