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# The New International Encyclopædia/Covode Investigation

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​COVODE INVESTIGATION. An investigation (1860) by a Congressional committee of five, headed by Covode of Pennsylvania, into the charge made by two anti-Lecompton Democrats that the Administration had endeavored to persuade them corruptly to support the Lecompton Bill. (See Lecompton Constitution.) President Buchanan vigorously protested against the appointment of a committee for such a purpose, on the ground that it would detract from the dignity and independence of the executive office, but his protests were unheeded, and in June the committee made its report, the Republican majority supporting the charge and the Democratic minority denouncing it. The committee, however, was considered to have brought forward sufficient evidence to prove Buchanan's favoritism and his questionable use of patronage. The report was printed in a bulky volume. For a defense of Buchanan, consult Curtis, Life of Buchanan (New York, 1883).
# The New International Encyclopædia/Covilhão

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​COVILHÃO, kō̇′vē̇-lyouN′. A town of Portugal, in the Province of Beira, situated on the southeastern slope of the Serra da Estrella at an altitude of 2180 feet (Map: Portugal, B 2). It is commanded by a castle, and is one of the chief centres of cloth manufacturing in Portugal. Population, in 1890, 17,562; in 1900, 15,527.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Covington (Indiana)

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​COVINGTON. A city and the county-seat of Fountain County, Ind., 70 miles west by north of Indianapolis; on the Wabash River, and on the Wabash, the Cleveland, Cincinnati, Chicago and Saint Louis, and other railroads (Map: Indiana, B 2). Population, in 1890, 1891; in 1900, 2213.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Covington (Kentucky)

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​COVINGTON. A city and the county-seat of Kenton County, Ky., at the junction of the Ohio and Licking rivers, opposite Cincinnati, of which it is practically a suburb (Map: Kentucky, G 1). It is entered by the Louisville and Nashville, the Kentucky Central, and the Chesapeake and Ohio railroads, and electric railroads also connect it with the neighboring towns. Bridges to Cincinnati and to Newport, Ky., add to the facilities for communication,, the great suspension bridge to the former city being a noteworthy specimen of engineering. (See Cincinnati.) Covington occupies an area of about two and one-third square miles on a beautiful plain partly surrounded by hills, and resembles Cincinnati in its general arrangement. Of a total street mileage of about 45 miles, more than three-fourths are paved, the great part with macadam and asphalt. The city has many handsome private residences, a public library, city hall, and a Federal building noteworthy as a specimen of modern Gothic; and among charitable institutions, a hospital for contagious diseases, a German orphan asylum, and a home for aged men and women. Covington is a prominent centre of Roman Catholic influence, the cathedral, a type of flamboyant Gothic, being one of the finest ecclesiastical structures in the State. Connected with this denomination there are also a Benedictine priory, a convent, a hospital and foundling asylum, and Notre Dame Academy. The facilities for transportation, both by rail and by water, placing the city in communication with a wide territory possessing valuable natural advantages, have contributed to the commercial ​importance of Covington, though it is overshadowed by its greater neighbor. Its industrial interests also are important, and include extensive pork-packing establishments, rolling-mills, glass-factories, distilleries, tanneries, tobacco-factories, cotton-factory, and manufactures of vinegar, furniture, stoves, tinware, bricks, tile, pottery, rope, cordage, etc. There are municipal water-works, built in 1869 at a total cost of about $1,200,000, the entire system now including some 45 miles of mains, and furnishing an abundant supply of water drawn from the Ohio River at a distance of about 13 miles above the city. Covington's annual budget approximates $465,000, the main items of expense being $90,000 for schools, $85,000 for interest on debt, $35,000 for police department, $35,000 for the fire department, $30,000 for street expenditures, $30,000 for the water-works, and $20,000 for charitable institutions. Settled in 1812 and laid out three years later, Covington was chartered as a city in 1834. Population, in 1860, 16,471; in 1880, 29,720; in 1890, 37,371; in 1900, 42,938.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Covode, John

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​CO′VODE, John (1808-71). An American legislator, born in Westmoreland County, Pa. He worked for several years on a farm; was apprenticed to a blacksmith; and afterwards attained considerable wealth as a woolen manufacturer. He served for two terms in the Pennsylvania Legislature, and was a member of Congress, first as an Anti-Masonic Whig and then as a Republican, from 1855 to 1863, and again from 1868 to 1870. In politics he was prominent as a supporter of Lincoln and as an opponent of Johnson, but is chiefly remembered for his connection as chairman with the special Congressional committee appointed in 1860 to investigate the charges brought against President Buchanan. See Covode Investigation.
# The New Europe/Volume 5/Number 63/Erratum

​Erratum: No. 62, p. 320, l. 2 from bottom, for “the brutal facts must be stated,” read “must be faced.”
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# The New Europe/Volume 5/Number 62/Bohemia and Alsace

Bohemia and Alsace
In our otherwise fairly detailed report of the Polish debate of 9 November in the Austrian Parliament, we did not do full justice to one remarkable incident-for the very simple reason that it was slurred over in the German-Austrian newspapers upon which we depended for a report of the speeches.
Mr. Stanek, the president of the Czech Parliamentary Club, in the course of his speech recited, amid the approval of his colleagues, the text of the protest drawn up by the Czech deputies in the Diet of Bohemia in 1870 against Germany’s intention of annexing Alsace-Lorraine. The essential passage runs as follows: “The Czech nation cannot but express its most ardent sympathy to that noble and glorious France who to-day is defending her independence and the national soil, who has deserved so well of civilisation and to whom we owe the greatest progress realised in the principles of humanity and liberty. The Czech nation is convinced that such a humiliation as the snatching of a fragment of its territory from an illustrious and heroic nation, full of just national pride, would be an inexhaustible source of new wars, and consequently of new injuries to humanity and civilisation. The Czech people is a small people, but its soul and its silence are not small. It would blush to suggest by its silence that it approves of injustice, or dares not protest against it. It is in this spirit that the Czech nation throws itself into action, ready for all the sacrifices which its conscience may dictate. Even if its appeal should prove useless, it would at least have the satisfaction of having done its duty at a critical moment, by bearing witness to truth, right, and the cause of the liberty of peoples.”
That the accredited representative of the Czech nation should have compelled the German deputies of the Reichsrat to listen to this praise of France at the very moment when French troops were about to range themselves against Austria on the Piave, is an act upon which all comment of ours would be superfluous.
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# The New Europe/Volume 5/Number 62/The Internal Situation in France

The Internal Situation in France
The report of General Dubail has given a precise form to the charges which have been levelled for months past, alike in France and in other Allied countries, against M. Caillaux. That statesman has always had passionate opponents and keen supporters; and the discussions which centred round his name easily assumed a violent form and never led to anything for lack of proofs in one direction or the other. For the first time it will be possible to learn something at least of the truth on what has been called the Affaire Caillaux. An inquiry is about to open, and until some decision has been reached it would hardly be opportune to indulge in speculation. It may, however, be well to point out that certain newspapers which are friendly disposed towards M. Caillaux are giving out that in his forthcoming speech in the Chamber he will allege in his defence high political necessity. This style of argument irresistibly recalls memories of the early days of the Third Republic. It was in the name of political necessity that in the famous trial held at the Grand Trianon from 6 October to 10 December, 1873, Marshal Bazaine tried to justify his strategy before Metz.
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# The New Europe/Volume 5/Number 62/The American League to Enforce Peace; Enforced Peace; The Framework of a Lasting Peace

Review
If there is one solid hope to which most men cling, in their horror of the existing international anarchy, it is that out of it there may emerge something like a practical League of Peace, which will co-ordinate and fructify the various dispersed motives and tendencies which make for peace, but which, for want of such co-ordination, have hitherto spent themselves fruitlessly. There are men, of course, to whom life without war suggests, in the words of one of them, “one damned long Sunday afternoon’s walk,” but they are, fortunately, a minority. To be a success, even to be a possibility, a League of Peace demands an immense amount of work and thought. The difficulties ​are well enough indicated in Mr. Young’s article in the present number; and they are illustrated by the conflicting and often confused sentiments lately expressed upon the subject by leading Allied statesmen. It is well, therefore, that the public mind should be constantly exercised in this direction. In The American League to Enforce Peace (Allen & Unwin, pp. 92, 2s. 6d. net) Mr. C. R. Ashbee gives a good account of the American movement, having been present at its actual inauguration at Independence Hall on 17 June, 1915, and he contributes some sound thinking of his own to the subject. In Enforced Peace (League to Enforce Peace, 70, Fifth Avenue, New York, pp. 204), a full account is given of the League’s first annual meeting, held in Washington on 26 May, 1916, with full reports of the many speeches delivered by the delegates. We here find worked out in greater detail how it is proposed to translate the American postulate of a change of heart in international relationships into terms of practical politics. Especially interesting are the contributions of Mr. Theodore Marburg, former Minister to Belgium, and of President Wilson. In another volume, The Framework of a Lasting Peace (Allen & Unwin, pp. 154, 48. 6d. net). Mr. Leonard S. Woolf presents, in a collected form, the more important schemes for a League of Nations that have been put forward, whether in America, Britain, or on the Continent; and in an interesting introduction he indicates the main lines of agreement between them. If the reader is left with a healthy sense of the work that lies ahead, the volume will not have been in vain, for a roused public opinion is the best guarantee of success, and, as General Smuts said last May, “if one hundredth part of the consideration and the thought that has been given to this war is given to schemes of peace, then you will never see war again.”G. G.
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# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 8/Chapter 18

CHAP. XVIII.
I think, an' please your honour, quoth Trim, the fortifications are quite destroyed—and the bason is upon a level with the mole—I think so too; replied my uncle Toby with a sigh half suppress'd—but step into the parlour, Trim, for the stipulation—it lies upon the table.
​It has lain there these six weeks, replied the corporal, till this very morning that the old woman kindled the fire with it—
———Then, said my uncle Toby, there is no further occasion for our services. The more, an' please your honour, the pity, said the corporal; in uttering which he cast his spade into the wheel-barrow, which was beside him, with an air the most expressive of disconsolation that can be imagined, and was heavily turning about to look for his pick-ax, his pioneer's shovel, his picquets and other little military stores, in order to carry them off the field—when a heigh ho! from the sentry-box, which, being made of thin slit deal, reverberated the sound more sorrowfully to his ear, forbad him.
​—No; said the corporal to himself, I'll do it before his honour rises to-morrow morning; so taking his spade out of the wheel-barrow again, with a little earth in it, as if to level something at the foot of the glacis———but with a real intent to approach nearer to his master, in order to divert him—he loosen'd a sod or two—pared their edges with his spade, and having given them a gentle blow or two with the back of it, he sat himself down close by my uncle Toby's feet, and began as follows.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 8/Chapter 21

CHAP. XXI.
—But 'tis no marvel, continued the corporal—seeing my uncle Toby musing upon it—for love, an' please your honour, is exactly like war, in this; that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks compleat o'Saturday-night,—may nevertheless be shot through his heart on Sunday morning———It happened so here, an' please your honour, with this difference only—that it was on Sunday in the afternoon, when I fell in love all at once with a sisserara———it burst upon me, an' please your honour, like a bomb—scarce giving me time to say, "God bless me."
​I thought, Trim, said my uncle Toby, a man never fell in love so very suddenly.
Yes, an' please your honour, if he is in the way of it—replied Trim.
I prithee, quoth my uncle Toby, inform me how this matter happened.
———With all pleasure, said the corporal, making a bow.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 8/Chapter 24

CHAP. XXIV.
———I am half distracted, captain Shandy, said Mrs. Wadman, holding up her cambrick handkerchief to her left eye, as she approach'd the door of my uncle Toby's sentry-box———a mote———or sand———or something———I know not what, has got into this eye of mine———do look into it—it is not in the white—
In saying which, Mrs. Wadman edged herself close in beside my uncle Toby, and squeezing herself down upon the corner of his bench, she gave him an opportunity of doing it without rising up———Do look into it—said she.
​Honest soul! thou didst look into it with as much innocency of heart, as ever child look'd into a raree-shew-box; and 'twere as much a sin to have hurt thee.
———If a man will be peeping of his own accord into things of that nature———I've nothing to say to it———
My uncle Toby never did: and I will answer for him, that he would have sat quietly upon a sopha from June to January, (which, you know, takes in both the hot and cold months) with an eye as fine as the Thracian Rodope's besides ​him, without being able to tell, whether it was a black or a blue one.
The difficulty was to get my uncle Toby, to look at one, at all.
'Tis surmounted. And
I see him yonder with his pipe pendulous in his hand, and the ashes falling out of it—looking—and looking—then rubbing his eyes—and looking again, with twice the good nature that ever Gallileo look'd for a spot in the sun.
—In vain! for by all the powers which animate the organ—Widow Wadman's left eye shines this moment as lucid as her right—there is neither mote, or sand, or dust, or chaff, or speck, or particle of opake matter floating in it​—there is nothing, my dear paternal uncle! but one lambent delicious fire, furtively shooting out from every part of it, in all directions, into thine———
—If thou lookest, uncle Toby, in search of this mote one moment longer———thou art undone.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 8/Chapter 26

CHAP. XXVI.
​My father, as appears from many of his papers, was very subject to this passion, before he married—but from a little subacid kind of drollish impatience in his nature, whenever it fesell him, he would never submit to it like a christian; but would pish, and huff, and bounce, and kick, and play the Devil, and write the bitterest Philippicks against the eye that ever man wrote—there is one in verse upon some body's eye or other, that for two or three nights together, had put him by his rest; which in his first transport of resentment against it, he begins thus:
​In short during the whole paroxism, my father was all abuse and foul language, approaching rather towards malediction—only he did not do it with as much method as Ernulphus—he was too impetuous; nor with Ernulphus's policy—for tho' my father, with the most intolerant spirit, would curse both this and that, and every thing under heaven, which was either aiding or abetting to his love—yet never concluded his chapter of curses upon it, without cursing himself in at the bargain, as one of the most egregious fools and coxcombs, he would say, that ever was let loose in the world.
My uncle Toby, on the contrary, took it like a lamb—sat still and let the ​poison work in his veins without resistance—in the sharpest exacerbations of his wound (like that on his groin) he never dropt one fretful or discontented word—he blamed neither heaven nor earth—or thought or spoke an injurious thing of any body, or any part of it; he sat solitary and pensive with his pipe—looking at his lame leg—then whiffing out a sentimental heigh ho! which mixing with the smoak, incommoded no one mortal.
He took it like a lamb———I say.
In truth he had mistook it at first; for having taken a ride with my father, that very morning, to save if possible a beautiful wood, which the dean and chapter ​were hewing down to give to the poor; which said wood being in full view of my uncle Toby's house, and of singular service to him in his description of the battle of Wynnendale—by trotting on too hastily to save it—upon an uneasy saddle—worse horse, &c. &c. . . it had so happened, that the serous part of the blood had got betwixt the two skins, in the nethermost part of my uncle Toby—the first shootings of which (as my uncle Toby had no experience of love) he had taken for a part of the passion—till the blister breaking in the one case—and the other remaining—my uncle Toby was presently convinced, that his ​wound was not a skin-deep-wound—but that it had gone to his heart.
* ↑ This will be printed with my father's life of Socrates, &c. &c.
* ↑ Mr. Shandy must mean the poor in spirit; inasmuch as they divided the money amongst themselves.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 8/Chapter 25

CHAP. XXV.
An eye is for all the world exactly like a cannon, in this respect; That it is not so much the eye or the cannon, in themselves, as it is the carriage of the eye———and the carriage of the cannon, by which both the one and the other are enabled to do so much execution. I don't think the comparison a bad one: However, as 'tis made and placed at the ​head of the chapter, as much for use as ornament, all I desire in return, is, that wheneven I speak of Mrs. Wadman's eyes (except once in the next period) that you keep it in your fancy.
I protest, Madam, said my uncle Toby, I can see nothing whatever in your eye.
It is not in the white; said Mrs. Wadman: my uncle Toby look'd with might and main into the pupil———
Now of all the eyes, which ever were created———from your own, Madam, up to those of Venus herself, which certainly were as venereal a pair of eyes as ever stood in a head———there never was an eye of them all, so fitted to rob my uncle ​Toby of his repose, as the very eye, at which he was looking———it was not, Madam, a rolling eye———a romping or a wanton one—nor was it an eye sparkling—petulant or imperious—of high claims and terrifying exactions, which would have curdled at once that milk of human nature, of which my uncle Toby was made up———but 'twas an eye full of gentle salutations———and soft responses———speaking———not like the trumpet stop of some ill-made organ, in which many an eye I talk to, holds coarse converse———but whispering soft———like the last low accents of an expiring saint———"How can you live comfortless, captain Shandy, and alone, without a bosom to lean your head on———or trust your cares to?"
​It was an eye———
But I shall be in love with it myself, if I say another word about it.
———It did my uncle Toby's business.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 8/Chapter 2

CHAP. II.
It is with love as with cuckoldom———
—But now I am talking of beginning a book, and have long had a thing upon my mind to be imparted to the reader, which if not imparted now, can never be imparted to him as long as I live (whereas the Comparison may be imparted to him any hour in the day)—I'll just mention it, and begin in good earnest.
The thing is this.
That of all the several ways of beginning a book which are now in practice ​throughout the known world, I am confident my own way of doing it is the best—I'm sure it is the most religious—for I begin with writing the first sentence—and trusting to Almighty God for the second.
'Twould cure an author for ever of the fuss and folly of opening his street-door, and calling in his neighbours and friends, and kinsfolk, with the devil and all his imps, with their hammers and engines, &c. only to observe how one sentence of mine follows another, and how the plan follows the whole.
I wish you saw me half starting out of my chair, with what confidence, as I grasp the elbow of it, I look up—​catching the idea, even sometimes before it half way reaches me———
I believe in my conscience I intercept many a thought which heaven intended for another man.
Pope and his Portrait are fools to me———no martyr is ever so full of faith or fire—I wish I could say of good works too—but I have no
And till gods and men agree together to call it by the same name—the errantest Tartuffe, in science—in politics—or in religion, shall never kindle a spark within me, or have a worse word, or a more unkind greeting, ​than what he will read in the next chapter.