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# The Anatomy of Tobacco/Preface

PREFACE.
Curious Reader,
Come with me, I pray, to the wooded hills and dreamy valleys of mine own Siluria. Leave the "chargeable noise of the great town," and stand with me on the mountain that I love, while the wind sweeps over the heather and bracken, bringing with it the salt of the far-away sea. Below us the country is extended; wave after wave of wood and meadow floating in the mist of the morning, and here and there a window-pane shoots back the rays of the mounting sun. In a valley to the east the smoke of a walled city, Caerleon, the metropolitan, arises; and on the yellow water beyond ships are passing in and out of harbour. Just beneath us, on the verge between heather and cornfield, stands an ancient house with mullioned windows that have withstood the ​storm of many a hundred year, and from its chimneys also a faint blue smoke rises straight till it meets the mountain wind. Here then let us stand awhile and mingle the golden clouds of Virginia with those of Siluria. For, mark me, we have got into a little hollow sheltered from the full strength of the breeze, and a beechtree that bends over us will give sufficient shade, though, like most of our mountain trees, it is somewhat stunted. Here we can smoke, and meditate, and dream, for a time at least, like to the gods of Epicurus, taking no heed for the turmoil of the world beneath us, but each man, rapt in his own fancies, weaves them into what he sees, and the whole is very sweet for him to remember hereafter in the midst of the streets, and noisome smoke, and clamour without end. More I say not; let my reader make his dreams for himself of what he may, and if they be even dreams of love I will reprove him not in this place; though in my lecture-room at Brentford it would be otherwise. So if in my book I speak somewhat harshly of ​Venus and her train, you, O reader, must remember that it is the Professor of Pipe Philosophy in his chair, and not the Silurian on his hills, who does so; and this because he will not tolerate any imperium which seems to threaten and diminish the honour of the Pipe and Jar.
Come with me, then, through our shady woods in summer, wander with me by our rivers and wandering brooks, let us drink deep of the life-giving breath of the mountains; and, so it be done moderately, of the cwrw that is without guile. And what the printer has set after this shall be to you my discourse by the way.
A. Ll. J. M.
# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 94

* Number 561 (July 1904)
* Number 562 (August 1904)
* Number 563 (September 1904)
* Number 564 (October 1904)
* Number 565 (November 1904)
* Number 566 (December 1904)
# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 94/Number 563
### Articles and stories

* My Clothing by Winifred Kirkland
# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 9

* Number 51 (January 1862)
* Number 52 (February 1862)
* Number 53 (March 1862)
* Number 54 (April 1862)
* Number 55 (May 1862)
* Number 56 (June 1862)
# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 93

* Number 555 (January 1904)
* Number 556 (February 1904)
* Number 557 (March 1904)
* Number 558 (April 1904)
* Number 559 (May 1904)
* Number 560 (June 1904)
# The British Architect

The British Architect is a periodical, published from 1874 to 1919, when it merged with The Builder. It is also called the British Architect and Northern Engineer.
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# The British Grenadiers

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules  Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these.  But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare.  With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
 Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball,  Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal.  But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears,  Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.
 Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades,  Our leaders march with fusees, and we with hand grenades.  We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears.  Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
 And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.  The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier!  Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!  Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
 Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those  Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes.  May they and their commanders live happy all their years.  With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.
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# The British Grenadiers (1802)

THE British Grenadiers.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
O the DAYS when I was YOUNG. INVASION THREATENED. A NEW SEA SONG. The KIND are YOUNG and FAIR. QUEEN MARY'S Lamentation.
GLASGOW, Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802
* The British Grenadiers
* O the Days when I was Young
* Invasion Threatened
* A New Sea Song
* The Kind are Young and Fair
* Queen Mary's Lamentation
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# The British Fruit-Gardener

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Τ Η Ε
Britiſh Fruit - Gardener;
Α Ν D
Art of Pruning:
COMPRISING,
AND
Full Directions concerning Soils, Situations, and Exposures.
By JOHN ABERCROMBIE;
OF Tottenham-Court, Gardener:
Author of
Every Man his own Gardner,
Firſt publiſhed under the Name of Tho. MAWE.
LONDON:
Printed for Lockyer Davis, in Holborn. MDCCLXXIX.
PREFACE.
NUMEROUS are the Treatises written on the present subject; few of them, however, have fairly resulted from Practice, and therefore it is little to be wondered, that they have been found erroneous and deficient, and liable to mislead in the most essential particulars.
The following sheets are intended to exhibit the cultivation of fruit-trees on an improved, and, at the same time, on a concise plan, according to the true successful practice of our most eminent Gardeners, in raising and forwarding every species of Wall-Trees, Espaliers, and Standards, to their full perfection of bearing.
​With regard to the Method pursued, it may be allowable to observe, that the directions, concerning the respective articles, are not confusedly scattered up and down, in distant parts of the work, nor are the operations belonging to ONE, confounded with those of another: in this Manual the reader will find every Fruit-tree separately and compleately treated of, as to its Botanic Class and Genus, its Growth, Mode of Bearing, Flowers, Fruit, and time of Ripening; its method of Propagation by Grafting, Budding, Layers, Cuttings, Suckers, or Seeds; and the different Stocks suitable to the particular nature of the Tree, with regard to Grafting and Budding. All which are pointed out under the name of that Fruit-tree to which they respectively belong.
​As Wall, and Espalier Trees require singular care in the different operations of Pruning and Training, both in Summer and in Winter, these works are here explained with respect to the different stages of growth, and order of bearing.
Concerning common Standards, the reader will also find ample directions: these do not require, indeed, like Wall-trees, a general pruning; a strict attention, however, as well to their early growth, as to their advanced state, being necessary, they were not to be omitted.
The favourable reception of a former Work has encouraged it's author to sub​mit to the lovers of Gardening, this his Practice in the Culture of Fruit-trees, Indeed, even after some of the sheets were printed off, his idea, of it's bulk had not extended beyond the limits of a pamphlet: he was not aware, that by printing merely from Practice, before he had planned his Treatise in Manuscript, he was liable (as it has now happened) to encrease his Pamphlet to a Volume.
He has only to hope, as general utility was his first motive to both these publications, that he shall not be accused of presumption, if he flatters himself that his labours in both will be equally acceptable.
CONTENTS.
# The British Grenadiers (1802)/A New Sea Song

A NEW SEA SONG.
# The Comedies of Aristophanes (Hickie 1853)

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The Comedies of Aristophanes is a prose translation of the eleven surviving plays written by the Greek comic poet Aristophanes. Hickie's translations were made from the Greek text as edited by Dindorf, and follow the original words as closely as possible, with explanatory notes and with quotations from freer translations when a literal translation into English is difficult.
BOHN'S CLASSICAL LIBRARY.
THE
COMEDIES OF ARISTOPHANES.
Hinchcliff
Aristophanes
THE
COMEDIES OF ARISTOPHANES.
A NEW AND LITERAL TRANSLATION,
FROM THE REVISED TEXT OF DINDORF,
WITH
NOTES AND EXTRACTS FROM THE BEST METRICAL VERSIONS.
BY
WILLIAM JAMES HICKIE,
SCHOLAR OF ST. JOHN'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.
VOL. I.
THE ACHARNIANS, KNIGHTS, CLOUDS, WASPS, PEACE, AND BIRDS.
LONDON:
HENRY G. BOHN, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
MDCCCLIII.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Volume I. :
| | PAGE |
| Translator's Preface | v |
| The Acharnians | 1 |
| The Knights | 51 |
| The Clouds | 115 |
| The Wasps | 181 |
| Peace | 243 |
| The Birds | 299 |
| Volume II. ||
| Lysistrata | 387 |
| The Thesmophoriazusæ | 449 |
| The Frogs | 519 |
| The Ecclesiazusae | 615 |
| Plutus | 681 |
| Supplementary Emendations | 746 |
JOHN CHILDS AND SON, BUNGAY.
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# The Comedies of Aristophanes (Hickie 1853)/Emendations

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SUPPLEMENTARY EMENDATIONS.
Acharn. 430. This ought to have been translated, "I know a man, Telephus the Mysian." See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 51.
Acharn. 951, πρὸς πάντα συκοφάντην. The correct construction is that mentioned in the note on the passage. See note on Thesm. 532.
Equit. 1080. This ought to have been translated, "Hear the oracle which he ordered you to avoid, viz. Cyllene." Κυλλήνην is in apposition to ὃν χρησμόν. See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 55.
"Equit. 1376, ἃ στωμυλεῖται, sie mögen schwatzen bei Gelegenheit." Bernhardy.
Nub. 178, διαβήτην λαβών. This ought to have been translated, "Having taken it for a compass." See note on Plut. 314.
"Nub. 179, ἐκ τῆς παλαίστρας ϑοἰμάτιον, das zu denkende Gewand in der vorausgesetzen Palästra." Bernhardy.
Vesp. 585. The correct ordo is, εἰπόντες τῇ διαϑήκῃ μακρὰ κλάειν τὴν κεφαλὴν, and τὴν κεφαλὴν is the Accusativus Respectus after κλάειν, as I have rightly shown in the note on Plut. 612. For the gross error in the text, I was indebted to Bothe's edition, whose worthless book it was my good fortune to be without during the other plays.
"Vesp. 933, κλέπτον τὸ χρῆμα τἀνδρὸς, der ganze Kerl ist Dieberei." Bernhardy.
Aves, 13, οὑκ τῶν ὀρνέων Φιλοκράτης. This ought to have ​been translated, "Philocrates of the poultry-market." See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 228, and note on Lys. 557.
Aves, 293. "Zweideutig Aristophanes Av. 293, ἐπὶ λόφων οἰκοῦσιν, mit Büschen." Bernhardy.
Aves, 652. The view of the construction taken in the note is remarkably confirmed by the following passage: Xenoph. Cyrop. ii. 1, 5, τοὺς μέντοι Ἕλληνας τοὺς ἐν τῇ Ἀσίᾳ οἰκοῦντας οὐδέν πω σαφὲς λέγεται, εἰ ἕπονται. The accusative in both of these passages is an example of Accusativus de quo; for which, see note on Plut. 33.
Aves, 1406. The translation given in the text is undoubtedly the only correct one. See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 332.
Lys. 391. The examples cited in the note are nihil ad rem. The position of the article shows that ὁ μὴ ὥρασι is attributive (=the rascally Demostratus,) and cannot be taken as an imprecation. See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 81, and p. 95.
Thesm. 394, τὰς οὐδὲν ὑγιές. See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 323.
Ran. 207, βατράχων κύκνων. This ought to have been translated, "frog-swans," after the analogy of the constructions given in the note on Aves, 1154. Cf Krüger, Gr. Gr. §57, 1, obs. 1. So Aves, 1059, κάμηλον ἀμνὸν, a camel-lamb. Ibid. 169, ἄνϑρωπος ὄρνις, a man-bird. See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 50.
Ran. 251. Mr. Mitchell's interpretation is the only correct one. See Bernhardy, W. S. p. 256.
# The Comedies of Aristophanes (Hickie 1853)/Preface

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TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.
In the present English version of the Comedies of Aristophanes, the text adopted is that of Dindorf, as revised for the edition recently published by Didot, which it may here be observed is a great improvement on that contained in his Poetæ Scenici. The translator's aim has been to render the very words of Aristophanes into English as closely and exactly as the idioms of the two languages admit, and in illustrating his author the most approved commentators and versions have been diligently consulted. Any other mode of proceeding would have been inconsistent with the profession of a new and literal translation. Loose paraphrases of difficult Greek authors,—of which the world has more than enough already,—would be any thing but new, while an attempt to improve the author by substituting modern conceits, or fanciful interpretations, whenever the quaintness or freedom of the original appeared likely to offend the reader, would be inconsistent with his professed object. He has endeavoured to give what Aristophanes actually wrote, as far as could be accomplished in English words, excepting in passages of extreme ​indelicacy, which are necessarily paraphrased. The obscurity which sometimes arises in the English text from a strictly literal rendering, has been obviated by explanatory notes, and by extracts from English and German metrical versions, in which the thoughts are expanded and freely expressed. The metrical extracts are mostly taken from Frere, Walsh, Carey, and Wheelwright, and from the excellent German versions of Voss and Droysen. The latter of these has afforded most valuable assistance throughout. That of Voss has been less available, being so absolutely literal as often to be more difficult than the Greek itself. Droysen, on the contrary, being expressed in easy idiomatic language, may be understood by any one who can read German at all. In conclusion, it only remains to observe, that three of the plays now offered to the public, the Lysistrata, Thesmophoriazusæ, and Ecclesiazusæ, have never before appeared in English prose.
W. J. H.
    St. John's College.
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Itching Heels

ITCHING HEELS
Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down;  Don' fiddle dat chune no mo'. Don' you see how dat melody stuhs me up  An' baigs me to tek to de flo'? You knows I 's a Christian, good an' strong;  I wusship f'om June to June; My pra'ahs dey ah loud an' my hymns ah long:  I baig you don' fiddle dat chune.
I 's a crick in my back an' a misery hyeah  Whaih de j'ints 's gittin' ol' an' stiff, But hit seems lak you brings me de bref o' my youf;  W'y, I 's suttain I noticed a w'iff. Don' fiddle dat chune no mo', my chile,  Don' fiddle dat chune no mo'; I 'll git up an' taih up dis groun' fu' a mile,  An' den I 'll be chu'ched fu' it, sho'.
Oh, fiddle dat chune some mo', I say,  An' fiddle it loud an' fas': I's a youngstah ergin in de mi'st o' my sin;  De p'esent 's gone back to de pas'. I 'll dance to dat chune, so des fiddle erway;  I knows how de backslidah feels; So fiddle it on 'twell de break o' de day  Fu' de sake o' my eachin' heels.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/James Whitcomb Riley

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
(From a Westerner's Point of View.)
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Jilted

JILTED
Lucy done gone back on me,  Dat's de way wif life. Evaht'ing was movin' free,  T'ought I had my wife. Den some dahky comes along, Sings my gal a little song, Since den, evaht'ing's gone wrong,  Evah day dey 's strife.
Did n't answeh me to-day,  Wen I called huh name, Would you t'ink she 'd ac' dat way  Wen I ain't to blame? Dat 's de way dese women do, Wen dey fin's a fellow true, Den dey 'buse him thoo an' thoo;  Well, hit 's all de same.
Somep'n's wrong erbout my lung,  An' I 's glad hit 's so. Doctah says 'at I 'll die young,  Well, I wants to go! Whut 's de use o' livin' hyeah, Wen de gal you loves so deah, Goes back on you clean an' cleah—  I sh'd like to know?
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Joggin' Erlong

JOGGIN' ERLONG
De da'kest hour, dey allus say, Is des' befo' de dawn, But it's moughty ha'd a-waitin' W'ere de night goes frownin' on; An' it's moughty ha'd a-hopin' W'en de clouds is big an' black, An' all de t'ings you 's waited fu' Has failed, er gone to wrack— But des' keep on a-joggin' wid a little bit o' song, De mo'n is allus brightah w'en de night's been long.
Dey 's lots o' knocks you 's got to tek Befo' yo' journey 's done, An' dey 's times w'en you 'll be wishin' Dat de weary race was run; W'en you want to give up tryin' An' des' float erpon de wave, W'en you don't feel no mo' sorrer Ez you t'ink erbout de grave— Den, des' keep on a-joggin' wid a little bit o' song, De mo'n is allus brightah w'en de night's been long.
De whup-lash sting a good deal mo' De back hit 's knowed befo', An' de burden 's allus heavies' Whaih hits weight has made a so'; Dey is times w'en tribulation Seems to git de uppah han' An' to whip de weary trav'lah 'Twell he ain't got stren'th to stan'— But des' keep on a-joggin' wid a little bit o' song, De mo'n is allus brightah w'en de night's been long.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Kidnaped

KIDNAPED
I held my heart so far from harm,  I let it wander far and free In mead and mart, without alarm,  Assured it must come back to me.
And all went well till on a day,  Learned Dr. Cupid wandered by A search along our sylvan way  For some peculiar butterfly.
A flash of wings, a hurried dive,  A flutter and a short-lived flit; This Scientist, as I am alive  Had seen my heart and captured it.
Right tightly now 'tis held among  The specimens that he has trapped, And sings (Oh, love is ever young),  'Tis passing sweet to be kidnaped.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Just Whistle A Bit

JUST WHISTLE A BIT
Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,  And the sky be overcast: If mute be the voice of the piping lark,  Why, pipe your own small blast.
And it's wonderful how o'er the gray sky-track The truant warbler comes stealing back. But why need he come? for your soul's at rest, And the song in the heart,—ah, that is best.
Just whistle a bit, if the night be drear  And the stars refuse to shine: And a gleam that mocks the starlight clear  Within you glows benign.
Till the dearth of light in the glooming skies Is lost to the sight of your soul-lit eyes. What matters the absence of moon or star? The light within is the best by far.
Just whistle a bit, if there 's work to do,  With the mind or in the soil. And your note will turn out a talisman true  To exorcise grim Toil.
It will lighten your burden and make you feel That there 's nothing like work as a sauce for a meal. And with song in your heart and the meal in—its place, There 'll be joy in your bosom and light in your face.
Just whistle a bit, if your heart be sore;  'Tis a wonderful balm for pain. Just pipe some old melody o'er and o'er  Till it soothes like summer rain.
And perhaps 't would be best in a later day, When Death comes stalking down the way, To knock at your bosom and see if you 're fit, Then, as you wait calmly, just whistle a bit.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Keep A-Pluggin' Away

KEEP A-PLUGGIN' AWAY
I 've a humble little motto That is homely, though it 's true,—  Keep a-pluggin' away. It's a thing when I 've an object That I always try to do,—  Keep a-pluggin' away. When you 've rising storms to quell, When opposing waters swell, It will never fail to tell,—  Keep a-pluggin' away.
If the hills are high before And the paths are hard to climb,  Keep a-pluggin' away. And remember that successes Come to him who bides his time,—  Keep a-pluggin' away. From the greatest to the least, None are from the rule released. Be thou toiler, poet, priest,  Keep a-pluggin' away.
Delve away beneath the surface, There is treasure farther down,—  Keep a-pluggin' away. Let the rain come down in torrents, Let the threat'ning heavens frown,  Keep a-pluggin' away. When the clouds have rolled away, There will come a brighter day All your labor to repay,—  Keep a-pluggin' away.
There 'll be lots of sneers to swallow, There 'll be lots of pain to bear,—  Keep a-pluggin' away. If you 've got your eye on heaven, Some bright day you 'll wake up there,—  Keep a-pluggin' away. Perseverance still is king; Time its sure reward will bring; Work and wait unwearying,—  Keep a-pluggin' away.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Jealous

JEALOUS
Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins, Don't he think he 's fine? Look at dem new riggin's Ain't he tryin' to shine? Got a standin' collar An' a stove-pipe hat, I 'll jes' bet a dollar Some one gin him dat.
Don't one o' you mention, Nothin' 'bout his cloes, Don't pay no attention, Er let on you knows Dat he 's got 'em on him, Why, 't 'll mek him sick, Jes go on an' sco'n him, My, ain't dis a trick!
Look hyeah, whut 's he doin' Lookin' t' othah way? Dat ere move 's a new one, Some one call him, "Say!" Can't you see no pusson— Puttin' on you' airs, Sakes alive, you 's wuss'n Dese hyeah millionaires.
Need n't git so flighty, Case you got dat suit. Dem cloes ain't so mighty,— Second hand to boot, I 's a-tryin' to spite you! Full of jealousy! Look hyeah, man, I 'll fight you, Don't you fool wid me!
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