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# The New Student's Reference Work/Victoria, Can.

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Victoria, Can. capital and seaport of British Columbia and second seaport of Canada. It is on a narrow inlet opening from the Strait of Juan de Fuca into the southeastern coast of Vancouver Island. It is the headquarters of the Canadian fur-sealing fleet. Three miles northwest is Esquimault, connected with it by an electric road. The parliament buildings, beautifully located, and the new hotel of the Canadian Pacific are imposing buildings. Population 31,620.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Vinegar

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​ Vin'egar is a weak form of acetic acid, generally produced by fermentation of the juices of fruit, which have already undergone alcoholic fermentation, and varying in flavor according to the material from which it is made. In Great Britain vinegar is usually made from malt, which is fermented in casks, which are three quarters full, with holes for the entrance of air. They are kept at a certain temperature (about 70°) and the process may take weeks or months. The vinegar is then filtered and cleared. What is known as the German rapid process consists in pouring the malt or fermented wort in a shower on to shavings in a cask, and drawing off the liquid and pouring it in again, repeating the process until the vinegar has the right degree of acidity. Wine vinegar is largely made in France and other wine-producing countries from the poorer wines and the lees or settlings of the wine vats. It is white or red, according to the color of the wines used. In the United States cider vinegar is considered the best, and the process essentially is the same as that used in making malt vinegar, warmth and exposure to the air being the two necessary conditions. Home-made vinegar is often produced by putting what is known as the vinegar plant or mother into a weak solution of sugar or molasses. The vinegar plant is found in old vinegar barrels, and is a fungus growth similar to the yeast-plant. The word vinegar means sour wine. See Fermentation.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Victor Emmanuel III

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​ Victor Emmanuel III of Italy, born Nov. 11, 1869, the only son of Humbert I, whom he succeeded on the throne on the assassination of his father, July 29, 1900. His mother is Queen Margherita, daughter of the late Prince Ferdinando, Duke of Genoa. In 1896 he married Helena (born 1873), daughter of Nicholas, Prince of Montenegro, the heir-apparent being Humbert, Prince of Piedmont (born 1904). Victor Emmanuel III has always been greatly interested in military matters, and from choice has seen a good deal of the German army. Before coming to the throne, he held the post of commanding-general at Naples.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Vicar of Wakefield, The

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​ Vi′car of Wakefield, The, an idylic novel written by Oliver Goldsmith (1766). Goethe called it one of the best novels ever written. The chief character is Dr. Primrose, a worthy but simple-minded country clergyman whose poverty and unworldliness lay him open to petty swindles and misfortunes, which are ultimately righted. Throughout the story the reader is kept in a pure and healthy atmosphere. Though the novel can scarcely be said to have a plot, it gained immediate popularity because it so perfectly expressed the homely English sentiment. Its feeling for nature showed the approach of the romantic movement. It was translated into several continental languages. Its excellence is found in its simplicity, naturalness, truth, sweetness, purity of atmosphere, kindly humor and charming delineation of character, while the moral struggle depicted lacks in strenuousness.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Vichy

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​ Vichy (vḗ′shḗ′), a town of France on Allier River, celebrated for its mineral waters. There are 21 springs in or near the city, the water of those outside the town being carried in by aqueducts. All the springs, whether hot or cold, are strongly impregnated with soda. The water is clear, with an alkaline taste. The bath-houses can furnish 3,500 baths a day. There is a large trade in the natural waters, and in the manufacture of salts for artificial baths. The visitors often number 15,000 yearly. Population 14,100.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Victoria (Australia)

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Victoria, is a state in the southeast of the Commonwealth of Australia. In 1906 the population had become 1,237,998. Murray River forms its northern boundary, dividing it from New South Wales, and the ocean its southern one. On the west is South Australia. Victoria is 480 miles long and about 250 wide, and covers 87,884 square miles. The coast is about 800 miles long, with Portland Bay, Port Phillip Bay and Corner Inlet as harbors. A chain of mountains, called Dividing Range, running nearly east and west, divides it unequally. The eastern part of the range, called the Australian Alps, is from 1,000 to 7,000 feet high, Mts. Hotham, Smith and Selwyn being high peaks. Along these ranges grow gigantic trees. The western part of the range is called the Grampians, where the principal peak is Mt. William. The western part of Victoria is level, with fine pastures for the merino, whose wool brings the highest price in the markets of Europe. Part is covered with timber and reserved as a state forest. Many thousand square miles in the east are unexplored, and more than ten millions of acres are so covered with forest-clad mountains as to be too wild for settlement. The streams are too small for navigation, except the Murray and the Yarra. The climate is fine, about half the year being bright, with a bracing, dry, pleasantly warm atmosphere. The temperature never falls below freezing, except for an hour or two before sunrise, in the coldest month. Snow has fallen only twice at Melbourne, though common on the higher plains and mountains. The disagreeable feature of the climate is the north wind, cold and dry in winter, hot and dry in summer. The trees, among the largest in the world, mostly are eucalypti or gum-trees. The white gums are the most beautiful, standing in groves, their long, branchless trunk, as smooth as marble, looking like the pillars of a cathedral. The largest measured was 470 feet long and 81 feet around. Eucalyptus oil comes from the blue gum, and the red gum is used for timber, being almost indestructible. Magnificent ferns and fern-trees are found in the forests. The kangaroo, opossum, wallaby, vardicoot and wombat are among the peculiar animals, all belonging to the marsupials (q. v.); and the parrot, cockatoo and laughing jackass or kingfisher are among the native birds. Snakes are numerous, but not venomous. Wheat, barley and oats are the principal crops, and almost all fruits except oranges and bananas are grown. See Australia: Victoria.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Vicksburg, Miss.

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​ Vicks′burg, Miss., county-seat of Warren County, on the Mississippi, about half way between Memphis and New Orleans. The city is built on terraces rising from the river, with streets narrow but well laid out. It has 20 miles of beautiful driveways, a magnificent military park of 1,400 acres and a national cemetery wherein repose 16,600 soldiers. Situated in the finest cotton-region of the country, it has a large trade in cotton and manufactories of cottonseed-oil and cake, cotton compresses, a dry dock, rolling-mills, foundries, machine shops and factories, which produce baskets, veneering and furniture. Vicksburg was fortified and guns were placed to command the river in the Civil War as early as January, 1861. It was unsuccessfully attacked by Farragut and also by Sherman in 1862, but on July 4, 1863, it surrendered to Grant. Population 20,814.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Violets

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​ Vi'olets, a class of well-known plants, found mainly in temperate regions. There are over 200 species, which are sometimes divided into stemless and leafy-stemmed violets. The common violet, found wild in the United States in pastures and woods, has heart-shaped leaves and flowers usually light or dark violet, though there are white and yellow varieties. The round-leaved violet, found in the northern woods with yellow flowers, the sweet white violet, the larkspur violet, arrow-leaved violet, Canada violet etc. are among the many varieties. The English violet is prized for its fragrance, and is cultivated extensively for winter bouquets. The most showy and popular variety of the violet is the pansy or tricolor, which has been introduced from Europe. Its irregular-shaped flowers, with their beautiful coloring, in white and shades of purple and yellow, are among our commonest garden flowers. They are said to have been first raised about 1810 by Lady Mary Bennett from a common weed. They are called pansies from the French word pensées (thoughts), heartsease, none-so-pretty, love-in-idleness, Johnny-jump-up and kiss me at the garden gate.
# The Pirates of Penzance

First produced at: The Royal Bijou Theatre, Paignton, Devon, 30 December 1879; Fifth Avenue Theatre, New York, 31 December 1879; Opera Comique, London, 3 April 1880
THE PIRATES
——OF——
PENZANCE
——OR——
The Slave of Duty.
COMIC OPERA.
——BY——
W.S.GILBERT AND ARTHUR SULLIVAN.
Authors of "Pinafore," etc., etc.
IN TWO ACTS.
COMPLETE LIBRETTO.
Price, 25 Cents.
NEW YORK:
HITCHCOCK PUBLISHING COMPANY.
49 EIGHTH AVENUE
The Pirates of Penzance
OR,
THE SLAVE OF DUTY.
Written by W.S. GILBERTComposed by ARTHUR SULLIVAN
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ,
As first produced at the Fifth Avenue Theatre, New York, under the management of Mr. R. D'Oyly Carte, Wednesday, Dec. 31, 1879.
| Richard, a Pirate Chief, | Richard, a Pirate Chief, | Mr. Brocolini. |
| Samuel, his Lieutenant | Samuel, his Lieutenant | Mr. Furneaux Cook. |
| Frederic, a Pirate Apprentice | Frederic, a Pirate Apprentice | Mr. Hugh Talbot. |
| Major-General Stanley, of the British Army | Major-General Stanley, of the British Army | Mr. J. H. Ryley. |
| Edward, a Sergeant of Police | Edward, a Sergeant of Police | Mr. F. Clifton. |
| Mabel, General Stanley's Youngest Daughter | Mabel, General Stanley's Youngest Daughter | Miss Blanche Roosevelt |
| Kate | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ General Stanley's Daughters.$\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | Miss R. Brandam |
| Edith | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ General Stanley's Daughters.$\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | Miss Jessie Bond |
| Isabel | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ General Stanley's Daughters.$\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | Miss Barlow |
| Ruth, a Piratical "Maid-of-all-work" | Ruth, a Piratical "Maid-of-all-work" | Miss Alice Barnet |
General Stanley's Daughters, Pirates, Policemen, etc.
SCENE.
Act 1st.—A Rocky Seashore on the Coast of Cornwall, England
Act 2d.—A Ruined Chapel on General Stanley's Estate
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# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To A Friend of My Youth
## To A Friend of My Youth

We met in childhood—careless met, Nor wept to think that we must sever; We parted with no fond regret— No tear lest we should part forever.
Our souls had not commingled then; The wreath of Friendship had not bound us; We knew not we should meet again,— And yet our parting did not wound us.
Again we met—long years have flown, The sun of youth has risen o'er us, And friends we loved have smiled and gone, And changing scenes have pass'd before us.—
We meet!—but not again to part, Without one transient pang of mourning; Oh no! the burning tear would start, At thought of joys no more returning.
For we have stray'd at silent eve, Beneath the crescent brightly beaming, And social converse loved to weave, Around the warm hearth cheerful gleaming.
We yet may part—in distant land Afar to roam we know not whither— But still be Friendship's flowery band The wreath that twines our souls together.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Thy Thunder Pealeth O'er Us
## Thy Thunder Pealeth O'er Us

Thy thunder pealeth o'er us, God of the earth and sky! And o'er the gloomy heavens The clouds roll dark and high.
But 't is not by thine anger, Those flashing bolts are hurl'd, To desolate and humble A proud and guilty world.
Though awful in its grandeur The storm o'ermounts the sky, It bears from thee a blessing, Beneath its scowling eye.
Behind its steps more radiantly The deep blue heavens will shine, And the glad earth, rejoicing, Pour forth her corn and wine.
But oh, there lieth brooding, A cloud more dark and dread, Above our guilty nation, In fearful portent spread!
Though broad our frightful borders All smilingly expand, The curse of blood is on us, And on our pleasant land.
For we have sinn'd before thee, And caused dark floods to roll, Of tyranny and anguish, Across our brother's soul.
But let not yet thine anger Consume our blood-stain'd sod; Extend a little longer Thy mercy, oh our God!
And touch our flinty bosoms With thy dissolving grace, That we may hate our vileness, And weep before thy face.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To A Stranger
## To A Stranger

I know thee not, young maiden, yet I know that there must be Around that heart of thine, sweet ties of clinging sympathy; Dwell'st thou not ‘midst thy childhood's hours, a loved and loving one, Around whose path affection's light hath ever sunshine thrown?
A sister's arm is round thee twined, perchance, oh deeply blest! A parent's fond and holy kiss upon thy brow is prest; A brother's love—is that, too, thine?—a gem of priceless worth, To guard thee, like a talisman, amid the storms of earth.
Then blame me not, that I should seek, although I know not thee, To waken in thy heart its chords of holiest sympathy; It is for woman's bleeding heart, for woman's humbled form, O'er which the reeking lash is swung, with life's red current warm.
It is for those who wildly mourn o'er many a broken tie, As sweet as those which swell thy heart with happiness so high; For those whose hearts are rent and crush'd by foul oppression's hand, The wrong'd, the wretched, the enslaved, in freedom's chosen land.
Oh, lady! when a sister's cry is ringing on the air, When woman's pleading eye is raised in agonized despair, When woman's limbs are scourged and sold ‘midst rude and brutal mirth, And all affection's holiest ties are trampled to the earth,
May female hearts be still unstirr'd, and ‘midst their wretched lot, The victims of unmeasured wrongs be carelessly forgot? Or shall the prayer be pour'd for them, the tear be freely given, Until the chains, that bind them now, from every limb be riven?
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To the Ladies' Free Produce Society
## To the Ladies' Free Produce Society

(These lines were addressed to the Ladies’ “Free Produce Society, ofPhiladelphia,” a short time previous to one of its stated meetings, after he author had removed from the city.)
Your gathering day! and I am not, As erst, amid you set; But even from this distant spot, My thoughts are with you yet, As freshly as in hours forgot, When I was with you met.
His blessing on your high career! Go, press unwearied on, From month to month, from year to year, Till when your task is done, The franchised negro's grateful tear
Oh faint you not, ye gathered band! Although your way be long, And they who ranged against you stand, Are numberless and strong; While you but bear a feeble hand, Unused to cope with wrong.
Upon your injured brother look, And nerve ye with the sight! Could you the good, the gentle, brook To wear your days in light, Regardless that by sorrow struck, He pines in rayless night?
Oh surely 't is a blessed fate, A lot like that ye bear— To bid the crush'd and desolate, Not yield them to despair, For even amidst their low estate, Some hearts their sufferings share.
And never your high task forget, Till they are chainless—free! Alas! that ye should be so met, And I not with you be; Yet sometimes when you thus are set, One heart may turn to me. Proclaims your victory won.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To A *****
## To A *****

My own Annette! my own Annette! How often turn my thoughts to thee, And those sweet hours when erst we met, And shared our thoughts in converse free!
Around me the soft moonshine pours A quiet flood of silver light; And thus o'er memory's hoarded stores, The star of thought is gleaming bright.
Yet, though long years have glided past, Since last thy hand was clasp'd in mine, The chain that friendship o'er us cast, Hath felt no link of love untwine.
And we may meet in other hours, And love where we have loved, again; And talk of all the early flowers We gather'd on life's by-past plain.
But there are stronger ties than ours, Remorseless rent by cruel hands; Torn hearts, o'er which no future hours Shall fling again the sever'd bands.
Oh! let us weep with those who weep, Beneath oppression's crushing hand; And in our thoughts their anguish keep Who till in tears our guilty land.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To A Crocus
## To A Crocus

An' so ye ‘ve oped your leaves at last— I ‘ve often pitied ye, when fast The drivin’ snaw has o'er ye past, Puir bonnie thing, Ye dared too soon the moody blast, This damp cauld spring.
Ye ‘ve lifted up your gou'den head, Too soon from off its wintry bed, When late the faithless sunshine shed, A saft warm gleam, Then left ye, ere your leaves could spread, Beneath its beam.
Sic’ is the hapless doom of those Round whom her chain stern slavery throws, Wha, born to naught but wrongs and woes, An’ mony a tear, Find storms and gloom around them close, In life's young year.
But o'er ye now the brightening sky Is bending wi’ a milder eye, A safter breeze your buds will dry, An’ fan your bloom; O'er them oppression's clouds still lie In murky gloom.
Yet e'en for them, a feeble light Seems breaking o'er the horizon's night, Distant, and faint, yet palely bright, Wi’ hope's blest beam, Telling that soon across their sight 'T will broadly gleam.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To a Particular Friend
## To a Particular Friend

“We took sweet counsel together, we went to the house of the Lord in company.”——Psalms.
We've sat beside the forest stream, And watch'd the bright wave rippling by, Now flashing back the summer beam, Then dark'ning like a half-shut eye, As whispering to the joyous breeze, Down closer bent the shadowing trees.
Thy hand was clasp'd in mine, my friend, And heart to heart was answering then; Although, perchance, our tones might send No echo down the rocky glen— Or if we spoke, 't was language fraught With all the others’ voiceless thought.
Oh! it was sweet to linger there, Beneath a sky so purely blue, And breathe the gather'd sweets, the air Had stolen from flowers it wander'd through— How could there come a thought of ill Amidst a scene so calm and still!
But yet, a holier chord than this, Around our breasts its power hath twined; And though, perchance, those hours of bliss May fade, like moonlight, from the mind, Can love aside be careless cast, O'er which the breath of prayer hath past?
Oh, no! and though not oft we meet, Within the house of worship now,— The hours may come, less calm and sweet Than those beneath the greenwood bough; Those hearts may ne'er be wholly riven, Which side by side have bow'd to Heaven
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To Prudence Crandall
## To Prudence Crandall

Heaven bless thee, noble lady, in thy purpose good and high! Give knowledge to the thirsting mind, light to the asking eye; Unseal the intellectual page, for those from whom dark pride, With tyrant and unholy hands, would fain its treasures hide.
Still bear thou up unyielding ‘gainst persecution's shock, Gentle as woman's self, yet firm, and moveless as a rock; A thousand spirits yield to thee their gushing sympathies, The blessing of a thousand hearts around thy pathway lies.
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# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/To Those I Love
## To Those I Love

Oh, turn ye not displeased away, though I should sometimes seem Too much to press upon your ear, an oft-repeated theme; The story of the negro's wrongs is heavy at my heart, And can I choose but wish from you a sympathizing part?
I turn to you to share my joy,—to soothe me in my grief— In wayward sadness from your smiles, I seek a sweet relief: And shall I keep this burning wish to see the slave set free, Lock'd darkly in my secret heart, unshared and silently?
I cannot know that all the chords, which give their magic tone Like Memnon's harp, in music out, ‘neath sunshine smiles alone, Are torn by savage hands away from woman's bleeding breast, And with their sweetness on my soul, my feelings keep repress'd!
If I had been a friendless thing—if I had never known, How swell the fountains of the heart beneath affection's tone, I might have, careless, seen the leaf torn rudely from its stem, But clinging as I do to you, can I but feel for them?
I could not brook to list the sad sweet music of a bird, Though it were sweeter melody than ever ear hath heard, If cruel hands had quench'd its light, that in the plaintive song, It might the breathing memory of other days prolong.
And can I give my lip to taste the life-bought luxuries, wrung From those on whom a darker night of anguish has been flung— Or silently and selfishly enjoy my better lot, While those whom God hath bade me love, are wretched and forgot?
Oh no!—so blame me not, sweet friends, though I should sometimes seem Too much to press upon your ear an oft-repeated theme; The story of the negro's wrongs hath won me from my rest,— And I must strive to wake for him an interest in your breast!
# The Open Window

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# The Old Woman and the Physician

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* "A Doctor and Patient with Sore Eyes", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Old Woman and the Physician", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Old Woman and the Doctor", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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